I have deleted one of my stories that I was working on so maybe my up dates will come quicker. I haven't up dated in forever and ever and I will honestly be surprised if anyone takes pity on me and reviews, but I would still like to request that you do take pity on me and review! After all, I am just an aspiring author trying to make my way in the FanFiction world!
Michael Booth groaned loudly as he came to, the surgery seemed like it had only taken a few minutes, but then again wasn't that always how it seemed when you had been put to sleep?
He opened his eyes and saw his youngest son sitting in a chair beside his bed, where was the rest of his family?
Booth looked up as he heard his father stir, "finally!", he thought. It had been a long while sense Michael had came out of surgery and it had taken quite a long time for him to recover from the anesthetics, it was now nearing one o'clock in the morning and the hospital was beginning to creep him out at this late hour.
"W-where is everyone?" Michael asked as he squinted his eyes and attempted to sit up.
Booth stood up and pressed the up button on the hospital bed's remote control. "Dad, that's what these things are for, so you won't have to sit up right after surgery. And as for the rest of the family, Melina took Casey and Parker home, to let them get to sleep, around nine. Gran Lucille left a long while ago saying that she was to old to stand around in a hospital all day. . ."Booth stopped here and rolled his eyes but continued once he had made it clear that he did not approve of his grandmother's actions.". . .and Jared and Mom left to go get something to eat seeing as neither of them had eaten dinner, they'll be back in a little while, though."
Michael nodded his head."Where's your partner? Temperance, her name was, right?"
Booth nodded yes and sighed. "I told her she didn't have to stay here with me, she offered to, though, don't get me wrong, but I didn't think she'd really want to. I suppose she's at the Jeffersonian looking over Victoria Newmann's body now, or maybe she's actually went home by now."
Michael smirked at his son's glazed over look at the mention of his partner, the boy had a thing for her. Booth looked up, and recognizing his father's face quickly blushed but tried to hid this by rubbing his face, Michael noticed this.
"You like her don't you?" Michael said bluntly.
Booth looked surprised at his father's words and marveled at how he could jump subjects that quickly. "Of course I like her, she's my partner!" He decided to play stupid for now.
"Seeley, you know what I mean. You like her more than a partner, and I know you do, the way you talk about her, the way you look at her, the way you look out for her, you're head over heals for this girl, even if you don't mean to be."
Booth smirked at his father and tried not to look guilty of what he'd been acused of, loving his partner. Even if he was playing stupid, Michael most definantly wasn't going to.
"She. . .she's. . .I really don't know how to explain it, ok? It's like I don't want to feel things for her but I do because. . .because. . .well because she's so much different than any other women that I've ever known. She can get by on her own, she doesn't have to have someone there for her, even though she likes it, she doesn't need it. I love her. . . because she's different."
Booth mentally slapped himself, he had let out way more than he had intended on. His feelings on Temperance Brennan were not something that he dwelt on frequently, so he hadn't really thought about anything he'd just said before he'd said it, even though it seemed to make his father happy.
"Well, then, I'd say that your problem is far larger than I thought it was. "Love" is something completely different than "like", Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" Michael said as if this was the obvious thing to do, his son didn't think so.
"How exactly do I tell Dr.Temperance Brennan how I feel? She's not exactly a feelings type of person and besides I've already drew a line, we can't be together no matter how badly I want it. You make it sound so easy when it's actually far harder than anything I've ever even thought about doing, like I said, she's different, she doesn't take things the way most women would. . .well. . .the way the women I've dated would."
Michael smiled at his son and shook his head. "No matter how much "different" she is from other women, she still wants to be told the honest truth, like all women. Trust me son, I know from experience, you can't keep things from a women for long, (unless she's just plain clueless), especially one that knows you as well as your doctor does."
"That, is where you're wrong. You can hide any feeling from Bones, like I said, she isn't really, you know, a feelings person. I could take her on the most romantic date I could muster, and she would still remain clueless."
"I don't know, Seeley. You may be under estimating her ability to read you. She may be clueless to everyone elses emotions but I bet she knows you inside out." Michael said as Booth's phone rang loudly.
"Booth." He said, his face going slightly pink as he heard who was on the other line. Temperance Brennan.
"Hay, Bones." Michael smirked and whispered,"speak of the devil", under his breath as his son began to talk to his "clueless" partner.
"Are you still at the hospital, Booth?" Brennan asked, sounding quite awake for one o'clock in the morning.
"Yeah, Dad just woke up from the anesthetics." Booth replied, glancing as his father.
"How is he doing?"
"I don't know, the doctors haven't been in to check on him in a while, but last time they did they said he was fine and that he should be able to recover well."
"That's good."
"Yeah. What are you doing up at one o'clock in the morning anyway, Bones?" Booth was still recovering from the irony of her phone call and couldn't really think of anything to say, it was, actually, quite awkward.
"It's already one? I've been looking over Victoria Newmann's remains, and catching up on some paperwork, I haven't looked at a clock in a while." She said as she glanced at her watch, it was, in fact, nearing one fifteen in the morning.
"Bones, you amaze me sometimes, you know? How exactly can you not realize that you've been working that late? They've probably locked you in the Jeffersonian by now."
"I have a key to the Jeffersonian, Booth. I can get back in if they lock me out, and I can't be locked in because they lock the doors from the inside."Brennan replied like this was the most obvious thing in the world.
Booth smirked on the other line and gave a small chuckle at his partner's inability to see his sarcasm. "You know, Bones, I should really explain the meaning of sarcasm to you."
"I know what sarcasm is, Booth. I just don't don't know when you're using it and when you're not."
"Right."
"I am right!"
"Sure you are, Bones."
"Booth! Don't be that way!"
"What way?"
"You know what way! You're being sarcastic with me again!"
"Me? Psht, no! Bones, you know me better than that!"
"That's the problem, Seeley Booth, I know you to well!"
Booth froze, hadn't his father just said that she probably knew him and could read him better than he thought? Yes, the irony was definantly ironically ironic. "Well then, Bones. How well, exactly, do you know me?" Michael smirked in his direction as he heard Booth say this, he was finding it hard to control his wanting to say told you so.
"What do you mean?" She said, her voice edged with curiosity and confusion.
"I mean do you really know me as well as you think you know me?"
"Yes." was her simple reply.
"Right, Bones. Prove it."
"Alright, your mother's name is Lynn your father's name is Michael your brother's name is Jared Your brother's wife's name is Melina your niece's name is Casey you grandmother's name is Lucille your son's name is Parker your son's mother's name is Rebbecca your ex-girlfriend's name is Camille and your bosses name is Sam."
"Bones, that doesn't count, I already knew that you knew all that stuff, and besides that's stuff about my family, not me!" Booth said as his mother and brother walked in the door and he smiled at them and edged out the door as his mother hugged Michael around the neck, but this didn't mean that he'd missed his father's knowing smile as he excited the hospital room.
"Well, what do you want me to tell you?" Temperance said, clearly at a lost as to what she was supposed to say.
"What's my favorite color?"
"I don't know your favorite color."
"Take a guess."
"Ok, green."
"What makes you say green?"
"You wear it a lot." was her simple answer.
Booth was slightly surprised that she actually paid attention to what he wore. "Aw! Bones, you pay attention to what I wear? I'm flattered!"
"Stop being sarcastic."
"Ok, fine. Next question, what's my favorite sport?"
"Hockey."
He was honestly slightly surprised that she actually knew this. "How do you know that?"
"You talk about it all the time, Booth."
"Ok, what's my favorite food?"
"Pie."
That was obvious, that was basically all he ever ate when he went to the diner."That one was easy, what about. . .what's my favorite pair of socks?"
"Booth! How exactly do you expect me to know that?"
"Just answer the question, Bones."
"Fine, those Blue ones with the stripes that you wear all the time."
"Wow! You hit the nail on the head there, Bones!"
"What?"
"Never mind. Why are those socks my favorite?"
"Your son gave them to you for Christmas."
Maybe she did know a fair bit about him. "When is my birthday?"
"Sometime in August, I think."
Ok, maybe not. "It's in October, Bones."
"Oh."
"Ok, let's get to the juicy stuff. Do you know my deepest secret?" Booth said, a nurse that went by gave him a strange look.
"Booth, you are honestly unbearable at times. Aren't you a little old to be sharing secrets?"
"I never said I'd share it with you. You have to get it right for me to share it with you, do you know what it is?"
There was a small laps of silence as Brennan though. "I don't know, you actually did give your number to that one girl who was at the diner last week and you're secretly in love with her?" She said blandly.
He was secretly in love with someone, to bad she'd gotten the person wrong, though."Wow, deep, Bones. But, no, I'm not in love with that chick who was at the diner, and how do you know that I gave her my number?"
"Booth, I pay attention more than you think I do."
That was a frightening concept. "Do you want to try and guess that one again?"
There was, once again, a laps of silence as Temperance thought. "You read comic books and drink beer when you take baths!"
"That's not exactly secret anymore, now is it?"
Brennan snickered obviously. "No, not really. How about. . .You have a crush on Angela?"
"Are you seriously loosing your mind, Bones? That is probably the last person I would have a "crush" on, but you are getting close, it does involve someone I work with."
"Does it involve me?"
"Not telling!" Booth said in a sing song voice.
"Why not! It does have something to do with me doesn't it?!"
"Maybe." He said, yet again, in a sing song voice.
"Booth! Tell me!"
"Not if you can't guess, Bones!"
Brennan huffed and grunted frustratedly. "I don't know! Now can you please tell me!?"
"You'll just have to wait, Bones."
"Booth!"
"I'm sorry, Bones! I can't tell if you can't get anywhere closer to guessing! But, unfortunately that will have to wait, I've got to go see how my dad is doing, although I have enjoyed talking to you, I'm afraid I've got to go now."
"Ok, Booth, but you're telling me next time I see you. Clear?"
Booth chuckled. "Right, bones, sure, you can count on that." He said sarcastically.
"Booth!"
Booth chuckled again. "Goodbye, Bones."
Temperance huffed again but dropped her voice to a normal speaking level. "By, Booth."
With that Booth snapped his phone shut and put it back into his pocket, smiling all the while, he really did love his dear little clueless partner.