This one could have been written in a couple of different ways, but I focused on the one thing that I feel binds Booth and Bones together more than anything else. Respect for the opinion of the other when given at various times. In this case it's Booth's respect for Bones opinion. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
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From the Journal of Special Agent Seeley Booth:
May 3, 2010: I'm screwed. Not the kind of screwing we would all love to have, but the kind where you know you've been defeated before you've really even been given a chance. A compact? How can a simple tie be a social compact or some such gobbledy gook? It sounds like I signed a freaking contract or something by simply accepting a tie! Now let's put this in perspective. Catherine is nice, fun to spend time with, and yet not a threat to Bones. Three great reasons to continue this. But you see it, don't you? There's that whole compact business. Bones is rarely wrong, even when it is about all that anthropology nonsense. She says I've essentially agreed to a compact and now I'm wearing a tie that isn't me. Oh, God. That's it, isn't it? Bones, in her own way, is telling me that Catherine, subtle or not, is trying to change me. Well, there it is. This new relationship is down the toilet. If someone can't accept me for who and what I am, then it's over. Bones can accept me. The Squints accept me. Why can't anyone else? Oh, yeah. Did you forget to notice how totally HOT Bones was singing with me on stage? Crap! I am really screwed if I break up with a woman and right away begin thinking about how HOT Bones is. Damn! I am so screwed.
From the Journal of Dr. Temperance Brennan:
May 3, 2010: I hope my hint, subtle thought it may be, works. Booth is intelligent and his mind works with incredible rapidity when it comes to subtle hints. Will he understand that Catherine is already trying to change him? How could she try to do such a thing? How could any woman with a modicum of sanity want to change what has to be the closest example of male perfection that we are going to ever find? No. I can't allow that to happen. Catherine will not change my Booth. Wait a minute? Did I just say MY Booth? I did. I can't even go three weeks after hurting him so badly before I begin thinking of him as a possession of sorts once again. Maybe I can justify it in the private recesses of my own mind. I will also use that excuse to justify dreaming of the incredibly delicious images of Booth on stage with me singing during this last case. My Booth? Definitely. I only hope one day it will be a reality and not a lust infused fantasy.
A/N: Again, emotions are the key, and I keyed in on the implications of Bones' anthropological observations on the tie Catherine gave Booth. I hope you enjoyed them. Gregg.