Bonesology End of Summer Pop-Up Fan Fic Challenge.

Prompt: Fireflies

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Brennan fell in love with the National Geographic Channel much to Booth's annoyance. Before they became a couple, she had always ridiculed his love of television and sports on television in particular, but as she became accustomed to being around a television, she had discovered a few channels that she found to be worthy of her time and the National Geographic Channel was her favorite.

As a rule they took turns selecting the evening's entertainment if they had time to watch anything. If Brennan chose something that Booth hated, he could always watch the television in his bedroom in his apartment. When they were at her apartment they were limited to the one television that Booth had taken out of one of her closets and set up in the living room. If he didn't like what Brennan chose he could either watch it anyway or use the lap top and watch something else online.

After a long day of trying to track down a possible suspect in a double homicide, Booth was almost too tired to move. After they got home and ate some takeout pizza, he decided that he would just watch whatever Brennan chose for the evening. Fireflies . . . God save me. "You're going to watch a special on fireflies?"

Her gaze glued on the television, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, this is quite fascinating. I remember capturing fireflies as a child and placing them in a jar. Now I feel guilty that I did that . . . they really are quite interesting."

Booth rubbed his gritty eyes and slumped further down on the couch. "I grew up in Philadelphia. We didn't have fireflies . . . at least I don't remember any."

Sympathetic towards his childhood, Brennan patted his knee. "My home was in the suburbs, so we had a lot of woodland in the area. Fireflies hibernate underground during the winter or in the bark of trees."

His eyes closed, Booth nodded his head. "That's nice." After a while he was lulled to sleep by the quiet voice of the narrator on the television.

Brennan soon heard a soft snore come from her boyfriend and to make him more comfortable, she placed an afghan over him. Once the show was over, she stood up, moved his legs up onto the couch, removed his shoes, made sure he was completely covered and went to bed.

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The next evening, as Brennan got ready for bed, Booth stepped into the bedroom and turned off the overhead light. "Booth, I'm not ready for bed yet."

Ignoring her protest, Booth held up two glow sticks and wove them around so that the light from the lighted sticks created a pattern in the semi-dark room.

Puzzled, Brennan stared at her boyfriend and wondered what he was up to. "What are you doing?"

Amused, Booth flourished the lighted sticks and laughed. "I'm using bio . . . bioluminescence . . . . I think that's right . . . any way whatever it is, I'm using it for sexual selection . . . you know like your fireflies."

Unexpected and so funny, Brennan laughed while Booth stepped closer weaving his glow sticks around his body. "The firefly's display provides potential mates with information about their quality as a mate. Is that what you are doing?"

Booth twirled his glowing sticks around his chest and then down his sides to his thighs and back up. "Is it working?"

His sense of humor sometimes outrageous to her, Brennan slowly moved across the room until she was standing before her mate. "Yes, I think it is. Your signals are very intense and very interesting."

Tossing the sticks on the dresser, Booth pulled Brennan into his arms. "Well . . . that's good. That's very good." His hands cupped her hips. "I want to make sure my mate sees me as the best choice. Am I the best choice?" Booth kissed her and smiled waiting for her answer.

The only light in the room coming from the glow sticks on the dresser and the night light plugged in to the wall near the bathroom door, Brennan pressed her hands against his chest and chuckled. "You are definitely the right choice, Booth. You belong to me and only me."

Surprised, Booth stared at his girlfriend and wondered at the changes in his partner. His strong, independent partner was staking a claim to him and it really made him feel wanted and loved. "So I belong to you? I thought you didn't believe in that kind of thing."

Brennan kissed him and moved over to the dresser to retrieve a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. "My views have evolved. I don't believe you belong to me as property and I don't belong to you that way either, but you do belong to me emotionally . . . we're in a monogamous relationship and that means we are dedicated to each other and emotionally tied to each other."

His eyes following her as she moved towards the bathroom, Booth smiled. "I like that Bones. I like that a lot." After she entered the bathroom, Booth picked up his glow sticks and followed her into the room. Turning the overhead light off in the bathroom, Booth held the lighted sticks up. "I have a couple of more things I want to display."

Intrigued, Brennan turned and laughed. "This evening has turned out to be very interesting and much more entertaining than television."

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