Hey people! How's it going? Well, there's only one chappie left after this one, but I have part of the first chapter of the next story done, so I think that's pretty good. This one is also kinda long, but with only one more chapter they are going to be a bit longer. Enjoy!
Be Be Your Love
Everybody's talking how I can't be your love.
"How can you be sleeping?" Angela asked as she walked into Temperance's office. Temperance had been taking a short nap between identifying those in limbo, writing her next novel, and planning the wedding.
"Ange, I know that you can live off of multiple cups of coffee and little sleep, but not everyone else can." Temperance didn't lift her head off her desk.
"Well, sorry for trying to get everything planned! We have a month. I could do this in a week, but of course you want a say in everything and now you're sleeping and…" Angela paused for a dramatic effect.
"Angela, please. Things will be perfect." Temperance could hardly contain her smile, knowing that things wouldn't turn out perfect. But they would, for they were planned to not turn out perfect. Angela just didn't know that.
"But, who's your maid of honor?" Angela pulled out a checklist.
"You."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Bridesmaids?"
"Booth's sister, Russ's wife, their eldest, Nessa, and Kae."
"Okay. Did you tell them already?" Angela checked that off her list.
"Yes, they can make it, and they told me their dress sizes."
"Best man?"
"Jack." Another thing checked off.
"Totally forgot about that…" She shook her head. She had been forgetting a lot nowadays. "Uh… Flowers?"
"Not yet finalized, but that will be easy enough." Temperance's voice could barely be heard, as she still had her head on her desk.
"Church?"
"Outdoor service, park is taken care of."
"Check… Minister?"
"He's coming in to town just for this."
"Alrightie… Wedding gown?"
There was a pause. "My mom's."
"Oh. I see… Um, rings?" Angela couldn't believe how much her friend had planned already. Then again, with Angela hovering over you and making sure everything's planned, almost anyone would be ready to have the wedding and want to just get it over with.
"Also taken care of."
"Reception area?"
"Park. Caterers are ready, menu planned."
"Honeymoon tickets?"
"We have them."
"Babysitter for Parker for two weeks?"
"You, and that should be taken care of."
Angela smiled at that one. "Well, let's think here… Ring bearer?"
"Parker. Flower girl is Russ's youngest. Suits and dresses picked out and bought."
"Groomsmen?"
"Russ, Jack, and Zach. Suits and everything also taken care of. Could you go now? I was sleeping. Still trying too, though unsuccessfully."
"What else is there…?" Angela was staring at the clipboard.
"Groom?" Booth had suddenly appeared behind Angela.
"Oh, thanks. Groom?"
"Right behind you." Temperance couldn't help but smile.
"What? Oh!" Angela turned around and saw Booth standing behind her in all his FB-eye candy glory.
"Sorry, but if you don't mind I need to steal my fiancée for awhile. And don't worry, I'll give her plenty of caffeine so you can continue the planning." Temperance lifted her head just enough to glare at him. "Aw, come on, it'll be fun." He smiled lightly as he walked over to her chair. "I will carry you out of here, you know that."
"Sounds fine…" She meant it as a joke but he had managed to get her out of her chair and was now holding her mid-air. "I was kidding." She was smiling, though.
"Perfect!" Angela cried from behind her checklist. "Carrying over threshold ability – check." Angela moved out of the way as Booth carried her best friend out of the office.
o-O-o
Moments later, outside:
"Where are you taking me?" Temperance asked as Booth carried her into the bright sunshine.
"Home. You need your sleep. And I'll even unplug the phone for you. No calls from Angela." Temperance rolled her eyes.
"I was quite fine sleeping at work."
"Bed is more comfy. Could you pull up on the handle?" Booth had arrived at the door to the car. She opened the door. He set her down in the car. "You can buckle yourself up, right?"
"I don't think so." She wore a sly smile.
"Sure…" He buckled her in. As he was about to buckle it in, Temperance leaned forward and kissed him. Moments later they broke away. They shared a smiled before Booth shut her door and got in on his side.
"In all your time as a sniper, did you ever use tranquilizer darts?" Temperance asked as they started to drive.
Booth chuckled. "No, I don't think so." He knew why she wanted to know.
"Do you know anyone who does?"
"Bones, sorry, but we are not darting Angela. I don't care how annoying she is, but we will have revenge." Temperance smiled remembering their plan.
"But right now she's torturing me!" Temperance exclaimed.
"All things in their time, Bones. Just wait." Soon they had arrived back at home.
o-O-o
About a month later, one day before the wedding:
"Angela! Relax!" Temperance was stuck in the car making sure everything was in perfect order. Now they were arriving at the cake shop. They got out of the car and walked in. Everything was dark.
"Hello?" Angela tried to see through the darkness.
"Shh!" A small man in a white outfit with a black baker's hat on his head appeared. "You must not disturb the cakes." He was suddenly standing in front of Angela, voice almost unheard.
"What?" Angela was still talking in a normal voice. He glared at her. "Oh. What?" She was now whispering. The smell of incense was very strong. There were little candles lit around the room, but they didn't add any light.
"I said you must not disturb the cakes. They are resting." He was still whispering, and it didn't seem like he would ever talk any louder.
"How can the cakes be resting? Never mind. We're here to pick up a cake for Temperance Brennan." She was also still whispering, as it seemed like that was the only way the man would respond.
"Ahh, yes, that one. I shall go and get it." The man vanished. Soon he reappeared with a small, black cake. It looked like he had fried it. Suddenly Temperance's phone rang.
"I'll be right back." She walked out of the store.
"What did you do to it?!" Angela cried.
"Sh! I did nothing it didn't want. It begged to be a little blacker." Temperance was glad that the she was outside. She was doing everything she could to not laugh. This had all been planned. Things were perfect.
"HOW CAN A CAKE WANT TO BE FRIED!?" Angela was screaming now. She had no clue of the master plan.
"Shh! It wanted to be."
"NO IT DIDN'T! HOW CAN A CAKE WANT TO BE?! CAKES DON'T HAVE FEELINGS!" Angela couldn't believe this. Temperance's wedding had to be perfect; this was not perfect. Nothing was going as planned.
"I've asked you to quiet down. Cakes do have feelings, but not everybody can hear them. You have to be one with the cake. Now, take it. It is time for all cakes to relax and you are not helping."
"No. You are making a new cake. Just don't fry it, burn it, anything like that. Leave it the way we want it. You can deliver it here-" she handed him a slip of paper "-tomorrow, before ten okay? Thanks." She stormed out of the shop.
"What's wrong? Where's the cake?" Temperance had regained her composure.
"He fried it. Pitch black. He's making a new one and delivering it tomorrow." Angela was not happy. "I don't know what else can possibly go wrong. Angela started to walk to where the care was parked. "WHERE'S THE CAR?!" Angela couldn't believe it.
"What?" Temperance looked at her friend.
"Car… Where'd… It… GO!?" Angela was trying to remain calm. Temperance walked over. She looked down.
"Ange, it's handicapped. They probably towed it while you were in there." She pointed to the little handicapped sign on the ground.
"You didn't see or hear anything?"
Temperance shook her head. "No. I was walking around to get a better reception on the phone."
"This is not right. I give up. There's only one day before the wedding!" Angela sighed and pulled out her phone. She typed something quickly and soon Jack and one of his nicer cars pulled up.
"Hey! You texted." He called as he drove up beside them.
"Thank god." Angela hopped in the back of the car, Temperance joining her. "I need a break." Angela closed her eyes. "Just drive." Jack started to drive, deciding against questioning her further.
Note: I do not own the show The Real Wedding Crashers, but thought I could borrow them (and their stunts) for a little while. :-D
R&R and I'll try to update soon!