Nex umbra inter victus
Disclaimer: I don't know Bones
A/N: This is the third in my Bones Series
A/N2: This does not follow all of S2, (Jack never proposed (have no fear, he will…eventually) and Sully never left like he did)
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How to Play Doctor
The morning already nigh, Tempe was, as per usual, absorbed in her work. Only this work was not her usual. She was sitting hunched over her kitchen table, her face contorted into an expression of intense concentration, concentration she usually saved for those who made their way to her table.
A cup of steaming coffee sat far from her work, but still within reach; taking a sip, Brennan yawned and stretched her arms over her head. Squirming back to a comfortable position, she looked back at her work. She could dimly hear the phone ringing, but the Massive Attack CD Booth had copied for her was filling her ears. She vaguely knew the words, but was mostly humming to the tune.
The answering machine was blinking incessantly, and when Tempe finally relented and rose to check the message, her neck creaked in protest. Scrunching her shoulders up to her head, she pressed the play button.
"Hey, B-B-Bones! I went by the Jeffersonian, and I heard you took the day off, can I just take this moment to say big shock, and I need you to sign a paper, so I'll be by in ten. Oh, and I'm bringing you a sandwich, I know you forget to eat, so break out the plates, we're living like the upper middle class to which we aspire! Yea-don't even say it, I know, you didn't get it. See you soon Tempe! Message recorded at 12:35 P.M. End of new messages."
Tempe spun to look at the clock, she grimaced both at the motion and the time; she had less than four minutes until Booth was supposed to show up. Scrambling through the pain, she stashed her morning's work in her bedroom beneath her bed. Her neck still stiff, she walked carefully to the door, she flung it open and squinted as the sunlight flooded into her home.
Booth was there, leaning against the doorframe, being the macho man he was; he squinted at her, taking in her appearance, "Bones? Are you hurt? Angela didn't tell me you were hurt. What happened, what did the doctor say?"
Bones covered her laughter with a cough, "I'm fine Booth; I'm not hurt."
Booth let the concern melt off his face, "Oh, well then why are you standing like that?"
Tempe winced, "Right, I might have been sitting in the same position all morning, and now I have a really stiff neck."
Booth chuckled, shaking a sandwich at her, "Of course, can't take five minutes to stretch so you won't get hurt. Now you have to let me play doctor. Come on, are you gonna let me in?"
Bones gave him a half smile, "Define, playing doctor. Angela says she loves playing that game with Hodgins, but I don't see why, you'd think she'd have more fun playing that with Zack."
Booth's eyes widened and he scratched behind his ear lightly, "Maybe someday I'll show you how to play doctor, Bones. What I was telling you to do was to go lie down on your bed."
Brennan smiled at him, "Why?"
"You know, Bones, for once could you just do what I ask?"
She threw her arms up in the air and whimpered almost instantly, "Fine!"
Booth watched her walk towards her bedroom; he shrugged his coat off and tossed the food on the table. Following her, he couldn't help but snicker, he quickly covered it with a cough when his partner spun, albeit slowly, to stare at him.
He stood in the doorway as she lay down on her bed, he moved towards her, hovering over her, "You know, this would work a whole lot better if you would lie on your tummy."
Bones snorted as she rolled over, "Tummy, Booth?"
"Well, you just looked so cute, lying there, scared."
Booth watched her stretch out for a moment, then he toed his shoes off and climbed onto the bed beside her, he felt her muscles tense for a moment before relaxing. Starting just above her pants, he splayed his fingers across her back, applying just a bit of pressure. Slowly he moved his hands upward, stopping every few inches to pay attention to knots in her back. Once she was distracted, Booth, rather skillfully, threw one leg over her body and kneeled over her. She sighed once, but didn't notice the change in weight distribution.
When he reached the base of her neck, he gently massaged the muscles with his fingertips, making wider and wider circles. He could barely ignore the moaning that was coming from his work. When he felt the muscles relax completely, he got off the bed and gave her lower back a pat, "How's that, Bones?"
She gave a start, shrugging her shoulders to test them, she let out a deep breath, "That was, amazing. Even though you seem to lack any knowledge of kinesiology, you must have some innate ability to know how the body works, because that was perfect, and insightful."
He chuckled and gave her a hand up from the bed, "Good old Bones, always knows how to balance emotion, and squintieness."
"Thanks, I think. Anyway, what was it you needed me to sign?"
Booth looked puzzled for a moment before pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket, "Uh, a case file."
"You could have saved that for tomorrow."
Booth fidgeted, and pushed Bones towards the couch, he paced, "Okay, see here's the thing. I've been thinking about this for a while, and I just want to tell you my reasons first. Okay. Alright, you're smart, levelheaded, you're my partner, and I trust you. So uh, I want to ask you if you would be my…"
Bones was smiling, "Yes, Booth?"
Booth squatted in front of her as she sat on the couch, "I want you to be my medical proxy."
Brennan let out a laugh, "That's what you wanted to ask. I'm the most logical choice, so yes."
Booth leaned forward and wrapped her in a hug, "Thanks, Bones."
Tempe wrapped her arms around Booth, and tried to ignore the fact that his face was buried in the crook of her neck, "So, are we still on for tonight?"
Booth pulled back, "You betcha Bones. So, what's my surprise?"
Bones frowned and ushered Booth to the door, "Out! You'll pick me up at?"
Booth stuck his tongue out, "I'll be here at five thirty. Bye Bones."
She slammed the door behind him. He is so annoying! But what hands.
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Sorry it took so long, I got really sick, and then I had to catch up on all these papers for school. I really hate AP. Grrr.
In regards to objects, the format is kind of like a challenge, you can list some things like: Songs, food, people, jokes, phrases, actions, objects (hairbrush, stapler, Barbie band-aids…etc.), anything so long as it isn't like a request for exactly so and so to happen, and the ending to be exactly like this. I will take plot suggestions, but this is mainly my fic. Hehe.
Review please.
