Sorry about the delay in this chapter, but yesterday I was writing a short piece for a friend who is a fan of Stargate. Here's chapter nine of this one, and I hope that it works for everyone. Included inside is the first idea of what constitutes the "list" that Bones has for Booth. Gregg.
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Booth was really getting miserable. In the last hour his back had stiffened up even worse than it was before, and he knew that before Bones would let him up, she would insist on changing the dressing again. He knew it had to be done, but damn it it hurt when she ripped off the dressing! It still stung from the night before.
"Booth?" he heard Bones say from the front room of the apartment.
"Can I get up now, Bones?" he called out. It may sound like a little kid asking permission, but with the way he felt, stomach, back, and ass, he didn't care.
"Let me change the dressing first," Bones said as she entered the bedroom.
"Hi Dad!" Parker said from beside her. Dr. Bones had said that he could come back into her bedroom with her to see his Dad.
"Hey, Little Man," Booth said to his son, a smile on his face. No matter what, Parker could always lift his spirits. Bones was the same way.
"How'd you get hurt, Dad?" Parker asked. No one had told him how his father had been injured, just that he had.
Booth was torn. He could answer truthfully and tell him that Bones had accidentally stabbed him in the ass with a sword, or he could lie and say that it was just one of those things. Bones appreciated truth, though, and this was, after all, her apartment. Damn!
"Well, last night me and Bones were sparring at the gym, but we were using swords called foils for a sport called fencing. Something happened and when Bones was showing Angela how something was done, her sword stabbed my behind," he very reluctantly admitted.
Parkers eyes widened. "Did it hurt?" he asked. It was the one question kids always asked. Not how much it hurt, which was a more mature reflection on the issue, but did it hurt.
"A lot, Parker," Booth replied. He noticed the arched brow on Bones face and sighed. Of course her wandering hands hadn't helped matters, but he couldn't say anything like that to Parker.
"Parker?" Bones said before the boy could ask anymore questions. "How about you go out in the kitchen and get some milk and eggs out of the refrigerator for the pancakes. Then you can watch some television in the living room while I help your Dad. We'll be out there in a few minutes." She'd already shown him where everything was, and how to use the remotes for the television, so he would be okay. When Parker left the room, closing the door behind him, she turned to her 'patient'. "Roll on your front and I'll change the dressing," she told him as she leaned down for a quick kiss.
"Your favorite part of all this," Booth teased as he did as he was told. It still hurt like crazy to turn over like that, but he managed.
Bones pulled back the covers and once again admired his ass. "Can you blame me?" she asked rhetorically. "You have a very nice ass, Booth, bordering on perfect. Why wouldn't I want to admire it, let alone get my hands on it," she remarked as she let her left hand come down and lightly caress the unblemished cheek.
"I wouldn't know, Bones, seeing as I'm not into appreciating mens butts," he grunted as she suddenly ripped off the dressing. "Do you have to rip off my skin, too, when you do that?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't answer that one since she did so the night before.
"Well I very much like mens asses, so take my word for it," she told him with a chuckle, still holding the good cheek. With a sigh, she released her hold on it and turned her attention to the damaged one. "You have some pretty severe surface bruising, and most likely some deep tissue bruising as well," she said matter of factly. "There's no more seepage from the wound, so all I need to do is clean off the wound area a bit and reapply the dressing." She hesitated. "You do realize that with that amount and depth of bruising, even sitting on the donut is going to be painful."
"I kind of figured that one out already, Bones," Booth sighed. God this was embarrassing! His girlfriend of one day stabs him in the ass and now is moving from fondling his ass to changing the wound dressings. All the while she's doing this, he's laying there with said ass sticking up in the air!
"Okay, I'm finished," Bones said as she took one last minor grope of his ass.
"Thank God," Booth replied. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have wandering hands, Bones?"
Bones grinned. "No," she told him. The she got a mischievous look in her eye. "Just wait until you're 100%, Booth. Your ass isn't the only place my hands want to wander to."
Booth wanted to scream in frustration. "But what about me?" he pleaded a bit. "Don't I get to enjoy a few gropes, too?" Pathetic, childish, but he finally had the hottest woman he'd ever known and he wanted to play, too. So far she was the only one to enjoy the more physical side of the relationship, even if the main event was being put off for a few weeks until his ass healed. He did, though, finally get to see her fully nude, which was a wondrous site to behold, but he'd specifically refrained from touching the good bits since he wasn't going to be able to take it as far as they both would like. He wasn't above a few gropes of her fully clothed, though. Maybe that wouldn't fire him up as much. Who as he kidding? Of course it would fire him up, but with her clothed there would be a barrier of sorts, and after two years of the "Line" barrier, he was an expert at staying behind barriers.
Bones smirked, thinking that men were all the same, and she enjoyed this side of Booth. "That's up to you, Booth," she told him. She leaned down and whispered. "I think you know by now that I won't object."
It took ten agonizing minutes to gradually get Booth off the bed and into his sweats and t-shirt. It was his beloved Pittsburgh Steelers set that she had got for him a couple of years before for Christmas.
"Are you okay?" Bones asked, very concerned since he was moving much slower than she would have expected.
"It's just my back, Bones," he told her. "It stiffened up pretty good laying there on my side."
"On Monday we will be going to the Doctor and this time I will be looking at the X-rays, Booth," she directed as they walked together out of the bedroom, with her providing an arm for assistance.
"I don't want to go back to the Doctor!" he protested. He had the donut gripped in his right hand and if he didn't need it so much, he would have squeezed it so hard as to pop it. This was beyond frustrating.
"Your back is having consistent problems, Booth, from activities that should not be having as drastic effects as they obviously are," she pointed out. "It could be any number of things that I can think of, but we won't know until we have some more X-rays, and a CT scan run on your back."
"Alright," he sighed, knowing that it would do no good to argue as she would make him go to the Doctor anyway. His earlier thoughts the day before about being supremely whipped came back to him.
"DAD!"
Parker's excited yell brought a smile to Booth's face for all of a second and then Booth was engulfed in a serious wave of pain. Parker, excited about seeing his Dad up and about, forgot that the wound was on his Dad's butt and went to hug him fiercely, his hands clamping down on the wounded piece of anatomy. Booth bit his lip to keep from screaming his head off. He had not taken any pain killers yet, and his ass was sore enough to begin with. This made for a veritable explosion of pain.
Bones saw this and intervened as quickly as she could. "Parker?" she said. "I think your Dad would like to sit down while we get the pancakes made. Why don't you go in the kitchen and I'll be right there. Okay?"
"Okay, Dr. Bones," Parker smiled, completely unaware that his Dad was not in too good a shape right then. He went to the kitchen quickly. He was Dr. Bones assistant for the day!
"Can you get me my pain killers after I sit down?" Booth asked, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.
"I have them already," she told him. "I'll just get you a glass of water to take them with when we sit you down. I also have part one of the list for you to peruse while you're waiting for me and Parker to make breakfast."
Booth sat down gingerly on the donut which was now in place on the couch. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but he was damn sure that it would be a whole lot worse if he wasn't using the offending article.
"Part One???" Booth shot her an incredulous look. This did not sound good. For all he knew, she was serious about this damn list business.
"Of course," she smiled down at him as he squirmed trying to get comfortable, or as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. "I have a list of rules for the bathroom, living room, bedroom, kitchen, my office at the Jeffersonian, the SUV while we're working on a case, and one for when we're at a crime scene. Here's the one for the bathroom," she said as she handed him a couple of sheets of typewritten pages, double spaced. She turned with a wide smile on her face and walked to the kitchen where Parker was waiting for her patiently. "Ready to get to work, Parker?" she asked.
"Yeah!" the young boy said excitedly.
Booth meanwhile was sitting there with a stunned expression on his face while glancing through the first list. Seven lists??? This was payback on a monumental scale. He looked up at the ceiling. "Help," he pleaded. He was going to need some divine intervention on this one. This relationship was going to happen, he just needed to convince Bones that he was genuinely sorry about that whole fake death thing the year before. Apparently she still harbored a smidge of residual frustration over it. He made a note to have a talk with Sweets about his damn interference back then. If he had to live with Bones getting payback, then Sweets was going to suffer, too. He shifted again and the donut popped, slamming Booth down on the couch full sit. "Damn!" he swore viciously, but quietly as his ass throbbed in pain. "This isn't helping," he said to the ceiling. Looking over at the kitchen he did the only thing he could. "Bones!"
A/N: Here it is. Thank you for the reviews on chapter eight. In answer to one question asked by Dana in Australia since I'm not able to respond to her review directly, I live in the United States on western half in the state of Oregon. Thank you for the kind words. In then next chapter you'll be getting a bit of the list that has Booth so worried. Let me know what you think. Gregg.
