Author's Note: Just a little add-on drabble, While I was trying to post the first chapter the submission area was down and I wrote this while I waited.
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"But you can hardly use your arm!" She exclaimed.
Booth gingerly straightened his arm and wiggled his fingers in her direction.
"Movement." He said in a tone suggesting that was the end of the conversation. Brennan looked at him incredulously as they continued out the sliding doors of the hospital.
"They barely even allowed you to check out of the hospital today, there is no chance that you are driving." She shot him a glance that would have been more than enough to silence anyone else. Booth started to make a rebuttal but she cut him off. "PLUS it's my car this time."
"C'mon Bones, they've had me cooped up in that tiny room all this time…." He pleaded as he crossed over to her car, still heading towards the driver's side. Bones quickened her pace and edged in front of him, blocking the door while she unlocked it for herself. She looked over her shoulder at him.
"Go around to your side!"
He gave her a pout, which only caused her look to become more exasperated.
Booth made a move to sneak past her as she opened the door. Caught up in the normalcy of their argument she threw her arm up to stop him. He let out a noise deep in his throat as her hand landed squarely on his chest. His face changed into a pinched expression and looked at her. "Bullet hole, Bones!" he winced and forced down a stronger exclamatory, regaining his composure.
"That's my point exactly, clearly your body hasn't been given sufficient time to heal. It's not ready to perform tasks you're accustomed to doing." Seeing he was unharmed by the accidental strike she ducked into the driver's seat.
"Fine" He said defeated. He turned and started to make his way to the passenger's side, mumbling light-heartedly about his condition. Temperance grimaced as she picked up some of his words and she felt an uncomfortable weight return to settle in her stomach. The mass had been lessening since he'd come out of the Operating Room., shrinking radically as they resumed their normal bickering, and as she constantly reassured herself that he was okay, but it was by no means gone.
She got into the car and started the engine. Booth climbed into the passenger's seat and reached for his seatbelt. He let out a small hiss as the belt pressed against his chest and the still all-too-tender wound. Brennan for once bowed to his alpha male persona and pretended not to notice as he winced and shrugged the belt over his shoulders and head letting it rest against the seat behind him, leaving only the lap portion of the belt restraining him.
Temperance reversed the car out of her spot and headed out of the parking lot. Booth was already laying into her for some nuance of her driving style; she just chose to smile and ignore the comments, half to infuriate him and half out of the simple happiness of seeing him returning so quickly to normal… of seeing them returning so quickly to normal.
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