Thank you for the great response on the first chapter. I decided to add this short one on the fly and then the concentration will be back on Sweets/Daisy and the young man's "mission from on high". I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Sweets was in Hell. There was no other way to describe it. Well, maybe not total Hell. Daisy had practically screwed him to death the last three nights, and being a guy he had loved that. No, the problem was definitely not the night time activities. It was the days.
First was the heat. Dude! He'd never been in something like this. He'd been to Death Valley and had been okay, but in his opinion this made Death Valley seem like a kids playground once you added in the unbearable humidity. Thank God Daisy loved being on top. He had no energy by the end of the day and was more than willing to let her do all the work. Daisy was all for that as she was so hyped up over this whole dig she had an unlimited reserve of energy to burn, so Sweets himself was the recipient of it all. He made a note to have little Lancelot checked for chafing. The poor fella seemed a bit raw this morning.
Second was that instead of pearl diving, which he had to admit he had no interest in, he was stuck doing all the physical tasks for Dr. Brennan for the next six weeks. It wasn't his fault, he was prepared to-
"Dr. Sweets you have an urgent call on the satellite comm array," a young Indonesian intern said, distracting him from his thoughts.
"Ten minutes, Dr. Sweets," Dr. Brennan glared from her seat where she was carefully watching all he did like a hawk.
Sweets sent a prayer of thanks to God for even this minor reprieve. Now he had a much better idea of why her interns were always so scared shitless of making any kind of mistake around her. He doubted anyone in the scientific community had such high standards as Brennan had.
"Once you have the headset on, press that button and the link will be processed," the intern told him and then left the small, though private, room.
He put on and adjusted the headset and then settled himself in the seat. Leaning forward he pressed the button he'd been told to and then he almost had a stroke. The image of a not terribly happy Booth was on the screen.
"It's about damn time, Sweets!" Booth bellowed.
"Boo-" cough and splutter, "Booth," Sweets managed to squeak out.
"No, it's the Easter Bunny, Sweets," Booth said with a snort. "Would you care to explain to me, Sweets, the guy who I gave a simple task to to keep Bones from any muscle bound biological imperative relievers, thus, her protector, explain to me how Bones is now stuck in a wheelchair with a broken ankle, and can't use crutches because of a broken wrist?"
Sweets blanched. How the Hell did Booth find out about that? It had only happened the day before! And it apparently looked like not only was he responsible if Brennan hooked up with any guy during the year, but also her physical safety was his responsibility, too. He was so screwed.
"Uh...-"
"And why is it that I am informed that it's all your fault, Sweets?" Booth demanded. "I'll ignore for the moment the rather interesting greeting you gave her on the dock when you arrived."
"I was only carrying out your instructions concerning Limbo contests," Sweets defended himself.
"Sweets," Booth glared. "Do I look like an idiot? I said she wasn't to go near any Limbo contests, or any Limbo activities whatsoever. I never, and I mean NEVER, told you to make her an invalid in doing so."
"I tripped and fell while I was rounding a corner," Sweets protested. "I was getting rid of the damn poles. I had no idea she was there!"
"That's beside the point, Sweets," Booth brushed the protest aside with a wave of his hand. "The point is, Bones is in a wheelchair and you caused it. End of story. You're letting the home team down, Sweets, and Daddy isn't too happy at the moment."
"At least this way she'll be celibate," Sweets pointed out.
"And that brings us to another reason that Bones is to remain injury free," Booth continued to rant. "The whole point of celibacy is a small little hands off rule. That means that no slick scheisters who claim to be medical personnel are to be having their hands on Bones. In fact no one is to have their hands on Bones. Period! Any more injuries to Bones and I'll make sure you'll be the one who's celibate. PERMANENTLY!"
Sweets gulped. He knew that Booth was serious by the look in the mans eyes, and the tone of voice. "Understood," he said glumly.
"Good," Booth said firmly. "Now as to how you greeted Bones," Booth moved on to the last subject.
"Booth, I swear that was a total accident," Sweets interjected right away. He could feel his balls shriveling up in fear right then.
"Likely excuse, Sweets," Booth dismissed his attempt. "Only you would try and explain how your head wound up pressed into Bones' abdomen right above the Promised Land and your arms wrapped around her waist while you tell her you were a colossal idiot and can't live without her. Is there anything going on that you want to admit to there, Sweets?"
"NO!" Sweets nearly shouted in his haste to vehemently deny any such thing. "Daisy's it for me, I swear, Booth!"
"Good," Booth said after a moment of closely staring into Sweets' eyes through the screen. "No more so called accidents, Sweets! You have a simple assignment. DON"T SCREW IT UP!"
Sweets watched as she screen went dark and he sighed in relief. DAMN! Someone was spying and sending Booth intel on the sly! This whole year kept getting worse and worse!
"Dr. Sweets?" the young intern returned. "Dr. Brennan said your ten minutes are up and you are to get back to the dig site immediately. She also wanted me to let you know she intends on working late tonight and that you will need to adjust any plans you may have had around that accordingly."
"Beautiful," Sweets muttered under his breath. As he walked back to the dig site he made a mental list of his assignment. First, make damn sure that Dr. Brennan remains celibate. Second, fend off any and all male individuals that show an interest in Dr. Brennan, especially hard body tiki torch jugglers. Third, make sure that no one touches Dr. Brennan. Fourth, make sure that Dr. Brennan remains injury free. Fourth, no more accidents like on the dock. Finally, no limbo at all. Yep. This confirmed it. Sweets was in Hell.
A/N: Like I said, a short one so we have another glimpse at what a nightmare Booth could be when he was on a mission. I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be working on some more chapters soon where we see Sweets with Daisy and also what Sweets does to follow his marching orders from Booth. Thanks again for the great response to the first chapter. Gregg.