I am back, but from a new location. I moved! We are going AU from here on in the story.
From Last Time:
Sure, I'd prefer to do it the way God intended, but if Bones wants to do this the Squint way—so be it. She'll be back from talking to our team of squints soon. I'll tell her then.
Lord, please give me the strength do to what I am about to…
"Your surgery should take about two hours." Brennan chose that moment to make her appearance.
On With The Story:
Booth gulped, then got it together and managed a response. "Two hours? That has to be good. I would have though it would take a lot longer to cut up a person's brains. That must mean mine isn't in as bad shape as I thought."
Brennan sensed, by some miracle, that Booth was in need of reassurance, perhaps because it was Booth, and told him sparing him squint jargon about lobes and Brodmann areas, "You should come out of the surgery well Booth. The tumor doesn't seem to have spread so they should be able to completely remove it."
"Good. Good. That's good."
No, this isn't good at all. Brain surgery can't be good. They are cutting open my damn brain.
"So you've said." For second time in as many minutes Booth was not alright, however this time she was unsure of what to say to help. "Would you like some pudding?"
Booth laughed out loud. "No Bones, I don't want pudding at the moment. Besides you know I can't eat just before going under anesthesia."
Bones is really more shaken up than she will admit to. Is that a bad sign about the surgery? But a good sign for us? That she really cares? Damnnit! Why can I never get a good read on her feelings? The one person who I really need understand, and nothing!
"Yes, of course." Brennan felt inept, she wasn't often corrected. To top it off she still didn't know how to help Booth.
"How…Do you find the staff here to be adequate?"
That isn't what she was going to ask me. What was she going to ask me? How…what? How am…
"I going to be an Agent with part of my brain missing?"
"Booth, they are taking out the tumor, not your Frontal Lobe. You'll still be able to make executive decisions with the same authority you always have. In fact it will probably be easier than it has been lately because you won't have competing voices telling you what to do."
"You choose to learn sarcasm now Bones? When I am about to be turned into something from a medical drama. FBI Agent comes in to the hospital seeing a cartoon character and is madly in love with his beautiful partner. Stay tuned on this episode of General Hospital or Grey's Anatomy."
S-H-I-T.
"I don't know—you think I'm beautiful?"
Okay. This I can recover from. She can know that I think she is beautiful. Breathtaking actually. But let's not let not let it go to her head. Enough going on up there already.
"Yeah Bones, I think you're breathtaking."
Okay. That didn't come out quite the way I wanted it to.
'Why?" Bones questioned seriously.
"Com'on. Are you really unaware of how everyman stops dead in his tracks when you enter a room?"
"If that were true we would be even busier than we already are."
"It's an expression Bones. It means…never mind." Bones' lack of knowledge of basic colloquialisms never ceased to amaze him.
"Okay, Mr. Booth," a large man walked in to the room in a nurses uniform, "Are you ready for surgery?'
Damn. Of all the nurses here I get Bulldog, the male nurse. Not that it matters. The only woman I want is Bones.
"Let's do it." Booth agreed.
Show no fear.
"Bones? Will you do something for me?" Booth asked hopefully.
"Of course, Booth." Bones knew she would do what Booth asked.
"Light a candle for me. You don't have to pray. Can you do that for me?"
"I don't have to pray? Because I don't believe in---"
"I know, Bones. And you don't have to pray." Booth cut her off. Now of all times he could not handle a diatribe against the one whose life he was putting his hands in.
"Then yes. I'd be happy to."
