Often Quoted Quotes Quoted One More Time

By: Lesera128

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I own nothing... Obviously. Just playing in someone else's sandbox for a bit.

Summary: A series of linked but very AU glimpses of Booth and Brennan's relationship from perspectives inspired by famous BB quotes. Begins after Brennan has a 'hallucination' the night before she left for the Maluku Islands.

Chapter 20 – "You'll Know When You See It"

Quote: "It's like pornography - you'll know when you see it."

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What a rush! What an incredible... mind blowing... incredible... rush! I was on an endorphin high and liking it.

Once I got rid of Hannah, boy, did that make me feel better than I had since I heard her giggle at the Founding Fathers... probably, in all honesty, better than I had in months. Super alpha-female Temperance Brennan at your service. Once I got Booth's attention with the proof my of alpha-female dominance, that just reinforced my original feelings... and made me feel even more powerful.

Coming down off a series of moments like that... it's hard to follow up... let alone top. Fortunately, I wasn't the one that was having to deal with any new life changing information. This moment... this moment was about processing. Not action. Information... and... really, all I could do was stay there until Booth's alcohol-addled brain cells chose to start working again. He would have questions, no doubt... questions that I needed and wanted to answer for him.

If I had it to do over again, I'm not sure I would have waited to share with him the news of his impending fatherhood. Like I said, it *felt* right telling him then... first... at that moment, when he had thrown out those words to me in a taunt... 'miracle'... 'take a miracle'... the first thing that popped into my mind was the baby. I mean, after everything else that had happened... the anger... the hurt, the betrayal, the separation... after everything... there it was.

As I had told my father... located just a few inches below my heart, *tangible*, physical proof of what Booth felt for me, and what I felt for him, was growing. I remember something my mother had used to tell me when I was a little girl... a child conceived in love will always be loved and cherished. I never put much value in that saying before I suddenly found myself as 1/2 that contributor to a child that had been conceived. And, despite everything that had happened... our child *was* conceived in love. I just had to make Booth remember that he used to feel something for me that wasn't related to negative emotions... the most prominent of which was anger.

Then, of course, there was the second reason I don't think I would have changed telling Booth about the baby when I did... my father. Although I did want to follow his advice... there was still that look in his eyes when he waved goodbye at the graveyard. If I didn't make things right... or start to make things right between us... well... I didn't really want my father doing anything to Booth that might cause all three of us more difficulty. I needed to tell Booth... tell him and then eventually let him know what my father knows so he can at least be forewarned... just in case. Not that I think my dad would do anything to Booth... not really. But even still...

I did feel slightly guilty for laying to bombshell on Booth like this given he was tired and drunk and not processing information at his normal rate... but what was done was done. Now we would have to deal with it.

He just sat there for a moment, holding the image in his hand, staring at it. It was like his eyes saw one thing, but his brain was trying to convince him that it was, in reality, something else.

Ha. Good luck with that.

"This has your name on it," Booth said, disbelief evident in his voice.

Brennan nodded. "Yes, 'Temperance Brennan', that would be me."

"And it has this week's date on it," Booth added. "Three days ago."

Brennan nodded again. "Yes, that it does."

"And that's a picture of a…." Booth's voice trailed off. He was silent for a moment, struggling with the words. At last, Brennan took pity on him and spoke.

"A baby, Booth," Brennan completed the sentence. "That would be a baby."

"Baby?" Booth mouthed back. His brows furrowed in confusion once more. "A baby? Really?"

Brennan sighed, becoming annoyed by his denial. "Yes, Booth, for the final time. A baby. My baby. *Our* baby."

A hand coming up to his head, he absentmindedly racked his fingers through his hair, the confusion still evident on his face, Booth asked, "Our baby? Our baby. *Our*... *baby*."

He kept repeating it, almost trying to make it make more sense in the verbal repetition.

"Yes, *our* baby," Brennan repeated softly. She then said, "You okay, Booth?"

He looked up at her, a dazed look still on his face. "Yeah... I- I, just... I- a baby?"

Brennan laughed a bit. "Yes, Booth. A baby."

He nodded... and then said... "But… how?"

Brennan narrowed her eyes as she said, "Considering the fact that you are already a father, I assumed you were well aware of how Parker was conceived."

"I- Bones... what?" Booth said. "Of course I know how Parker was conceived. It's just that this... I-" He paused, eyes traveling up and down her form. Something clicked in his head as he said, "Wait, you're not showing yet."

Brennan shook her head. "No, I'm not."

"So that means… *this*…" he nodded at the sonogram image that he still held in his hand. "So that means *this*… *this* didn't happen in Afghanistan?"

Brennan shook her head again. "Nope, it sure didn't."

For a split second, Brennan thought Booth was going to say something that she was going to, albeit reluctantly, have to kick him in the balls for… it had always bothered her that her father had done that to him. It was a cheap shot... and, beside, now that Brennan knew how important said body parts were to her for her own selfish needs, she didn't like the idea of causing damage to that which could bring her so much pleasure. However, if Booth made the insinuation that Brennan's pessimistic nature thought he might make after his last comment, she'd quickly reconsider her opinion... perhaps even reenact her father's move... and see if she could do one better than Max had... As it turns out, she needn't have worried when Booth spoke again.

"Then when?" Booth asked, suddenly at a loss again.

Brennan sighed a deep sigh of relief and let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Then she cocked her head at an odd angle and shrugged. "Best guess… first night we were back together in DC."

This time, it was Booth's turn to sigh. "That makes absolutely no sense."

"Why doesn't it make sense?" Brennan asked, now slightly confused herself. "My OB/GYN told me my due date's January 4th."

"Because," Booth said, confidently. "Because… you mean to tell me that after all the times that we had sex in Afghanistan—"

"93," Brennan offered.

"What?" Booth's head snapped up at her interruption. "93 what?"

"We had sex… 93 times… in Afghanistan," Brennan said, eying him cautiously.

Incredulously, Booth stammered, "You actually kept count?"

Brennan shrugged. "It wasn't that hard… seven weeks… usually twice a day except the week I had my menstrual cycle… a couple or three times when we unexpectedly found ourselves in the mood, minus the two days each week you were gone on maneuvers or I was working on a story... It wasn't really that difficult to keep track of…."

He still stared at her.

"What, Booth? You know I have a very good memory, and details like this are important things for me to remember, so I did."

Booth sighed. "Okay, okay… fine. Then, you mean to tell me that we had sex 93 times in a two-month period in Afghanistan… in an active warzone… and you didn't get pregnant?"

"That's correct," Brennan said.

"And, yet, you and I are back in DC for one night-"

"Technically, we had both been back in DC for some time before that night," Brennan interjected.

Booth shot her a look that quelled any more interruptions as he continued. "We're back in DC for one night, " Booth repeated. "And you're telling me that I knocked you up on the first go?" Booth asked, disbelief still evident in his voice.

Her first instinct was to remind him that there was no way to determine which specific instance of their multiple couplings from those three days back actually resulted in the conception of their child. However, instead, for some reason, Brennan's hormones chose that moment to kick in again and anger flared as she pointed at him and said, "It's not like this is all my fault, Booth. If you and your goddamn super sniper sperm weren't so effective, you wouldn't have knocked me up in the first place."

"I thought you were on the pill," Booth said. "That's what you told me."

"And I was... still was up until three days ago, actually. I hadn't stopped taking it... I didn't lie to you about being on the pill... and I wasn't trying to trap you into any relationship because of a baby, by the way, just in case you're thinking that."

"I never said that you'd do that," Booth said softly.

"Yeah, well, just in case you were going to say something at a later moment... that was a peremptory statement," Brennan muttered.

"Even still, I don't understand how, if you were on the pill... how did this happen?"

"It's not like we used a back up method, Booth," Brennan said. "Neither one of us really liked using condoms even when we did have the option."

"Yeah, well, it's a preference I have if I think I'm in a committed relationship with my girlfriend and if pregnancy and STDs aren't a concern," Booth said. "A preference which, as you said, you shared, by the way."

Brennan sighed. "Look, Booth, we both know that the only contraceptive that is 100% effective is abstinence. I'm not going to lie... that case that ended up being the Civil War deserter... you remember we got called out by Sully that morning?"

"Yes," Booth said tentatively.

"Normally I take my pill in the morning with my breakfast. I didn't get a chance to eat breakfast because I was rushing to the apartment to change and meet you guys at the crime scene. I was late taking the pill from my normal time by maybe... four or five hours. That's it. According to all the pharmaceutical research, such a deviation shouldn't have been enough to result in the failure of the contraceptive... but, I don't know what else could have caused it... all I can say is that if you think about the aggressive sex up against the door, and then we adjoined to your bed for another go… before we had repeat performances three AND four, as initiated by you, when we woke up..."

At this, Booth raised his hands in argument. "Hey, now, you were the one who brought up the shower that morning!"

"And you followed me into the bathroom," Brennan retorted.

"And you were the one that pulled me into the bathtub!" Booth countered.

"You didn't seem to mind at the time," Brennan said.

"I didn't… I don't…." Booth said. He took a breath as Brennan stared at him. "What?"

"Nothing," Brennan said immediately and looked away. She was quiet for a moment before she said, "You know... we were together a lot that day... and the two days after it."

Booth didn't look at her, but said softly, "I remember."

"It... since we were together so much... it could have happened at any time during those three days."

"Those three days were three of the best days of my life," Booth suddenly confessed. He looked up at her and said somewhat unexpectedly open in his confession, "I was so happy to see you... to see that you hadn't forgotten me... that we were going to try to give things a chance like we said."

"You thought Andi wasn't going to keep her word when we left Afghanistan?"

Booth was silent. Brennan took that as an answer. She looked away, sad.

Finally Booth spoke. "And... it was great to know that the feelings I had for Andi seemed to have been just as strong here as they were in the desert. There was a small part of me, you know, that was afraid that I only felt that way about her because we were away from everything and everyone... but that first night... when I saw her... saw *you* standing there in the doorway... everything I felt was still there, and, if anything, was even stronger then I thought it would be."

"Yeah, well," Brennan said softly, "It was a lot of sex statistically-speaking... a lot of sex to dodge from a contraceptive point of view..."

"Were *you* happy to see me to see me that night?" Booth asked.

"Of course!" Brennan said, her head jolting up. "I- I actually came over that night to tell you the truth. That's what my grand plan had been. But, then, you opened the door and smiled that smile at me, and then... everything happened so fast."

"I... I couldn't help myself," Booth admitted. "You were there... and you were looking at me like you do... and I wanted you. I wanted you so badly in so many different ways. When I pulled you to me, I thought you might say something. And I would have stopped if you had. But, you didn't and so I didn't. And... I know I never really gave you a chance to say anything, but I figured we had all the time in the world to talk... after, you know?"

Brennan nodded. "I- yes... I know what you mean. The only thing I don't understand is why you didn't think I'd be happy to see you. I mean, why wouldn't I be? I finally, *finally* could see you and look and smile at you like I'd been wanting to for weeks... and touch you. You have no idea how hard it was to be near you and not be able to do any of those things knowing what it was like to have actually done them."

"Oh, I wouldn't?" Booth shot back, a touch of anger suddenly coming into his voice. Brennan then realized what she had said and bit her lip.

She turned away again and said nothing. The pair were quiet for a long time.

At last, Booth said, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, Booth. Nothing," came the sharp retort.

As Brennan's body stiffened, Booth noticed, and he was suddenly confused as to how he had gone from the one being on the offensive to asking Brennan what was wrong.

"Oh, no," Booth said. "I know that tone, and I know that look now. That's the 'Bones-is-super-pissed-at-me-because-of-something-I-did' look."

"You didn't do anything," Brennan said evenly.

"Maybe not… but you think I did, so tell me… what did I do now?" Booth asked.

Brennan swung her head around and eyed him. Her lips pinched but she said nothing. Still, Booth caught her meaning.

"So you *are* saying this is my fault," Booth said, now a tad of aggressive defensiveness beginning to tinge his drunken tone again.

"No. I am not blaming you," Brennan said at last. "I just find that I am uncertain how to proceed now."

"What?"

Brennan eyed Booth and said, "I find I have experienced a wide range of emotional states tonight, Booth... from the moment I saw you smiling *my* smile at Hannah in the Founding Fathers-"

"Wait, what do you mean 'your' smile?"

"You have a smile," Brennan said. "A smile that, prior to tonight, I had only seen you smile at me. Beginning with that moment, through our argument and the revelation of my pregnancy, I find I am not sure what to do next given the fact that you are not functioning at your fullest capacity for reasoning and making long term decisions."

"Why do you need to make any decisions right now?" Booth said after a moment. "That wasn't a part of what you said you had planned earlier. What was it you wanted...? We've already talked, yelled, you cried... you gave me the sonogram image, which is what I assume is what you wanted to give me... what else is there that needs to be done right now?"

"I- I..." Brennan bit her lip, recalling the last thing she had said. Fantastic make-up sex.

"Booth?"

"What, Bones?"

"Did you really intend to fuck Hannah tonight? Right here... on this couch?"

Narrowing her eyes, Booth said, "And if I was?"

"Setting aside the fact that such a decision make me want to physically vomit... I find myself wanting to know why you wanted to do that."

Booth laughed a nervous laugh at that as he said, "Come on, Bones. Why does anyone want to get laid?"

"To ease tension and overwhelming stress caused by an intense emotional turmoil," Brennan said, thoughts beginning to swirl in her head. "A release."

"Yeah, I guess," Booth said. "It doesn't hurt that sex feels good either."

Brennan eyed him. "Yes, it does."

Booth sighed, "But it's not like that's going to happen now since you kicked Hannah out, so it seems like I'm out of luck on that one."

"Which I was absolutely correct to do and justified in doing, Booth," Brennan said, the gleam that had crept into her eyes getting brighter. Brennan took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on her emotions. Seeing Commando Barbie TV Reporter Extradonaire sprawled all over a drunken Booth when Brennan had not had sex in over three months had done little to quell her raging emotions. Booth continuing to taunt her merely fueled the anger she was feeling. Her decision made, she took a predatory step towards Booth.

"You asked me if I blamed you for getting me pregnant, Booth, and the answer is no, because I don't think there is any blame to be assigned... not about that." She nodded and then said, "Assigning blame," Brennan said through a very measured voice, "is really the last task that I now have in mind to complete at the moment." She nodded at him and said, echoing his earlier words, "You wanted proof of a miracle, Booth. Well... I think you have it."

Her words distracted him for a few seconds as he said, his tone changing once again, with a bit of wonder creeping into it as he glanced down at the ultrasound photo again and said, "My child… you think that you carrying my child is a miracle?"

"Of a kind, yes."

Booth took this in for a moment. It was then that he sensed more than saw any direct evidence of the shift in Brennan's bearing. Not certain how to respond, he stalled for time as he said, "What is it that you do have on your mind right now, Bones?"

"I find myself attempting to determine a way in which your original goal... and my original goal might still be able to be achieved given the current situation, Booth."

"Oh?" He raised his head to look at her in curiosity, but he was already too late.

Her actions were so fast, even in his inebriated state, Booth was surprised at how quickly she moved. He was thrown back into the couch, and suddenly Brennan was straddling him, grinding her hips so hard and fast that Booth's body began to respond before his brain had caught up with what was happening.

Grabbing fists of his shirt in her hands, Brennan pulled him to her and muttered, "We haven't had sex in twelve weeks, Booth. Before that, I got very used to us having sex on a regular basis... to achieving... release, as you said. I like how you make me feel. Combined with the fact that my hormones are quite out of balance, and have been exacerbated by the adrenaline my body created in my anger at seeing you with Hannah, I find that the one thing I'm thinking about is physical release. So, if you're bound and determined that you wanted to get laid tonight on this couch, who am I to stop you? You want to get laid, fine, that sounds like a good idea to me. However, I am going to have to insist on one slight alteration in your plan. If anyone is going to fuck you senseless tonight, it's not going to be that goddamn Baghdad Barbie wannabe. It's going to be me."

Too alpha-female? Nope, I didn't think so either.

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-TBC-