Sweetsquint and 447onthewashingmachine prompt: Someone needs to write a fanfic about B&B doing a selfie.
I thought I'd give it a try. This is pure fluff and takes place sometime in season 9. No spoilers that I know of.
I don't own Bones.
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Looking about, Booth realized that they were on the beach by themselves. "Sorry Bones, I know you wanted a picture of us on the beach when the sun goes down but there isn't anyone around. You'll have to wait until tomorrow."
Shaking her head, Brennan frowned, "But the trailing edge of the sun's disk is disappearing below the horizon in quite a colorful manner. There is no guarantee that it will be quite this attractive tomorrow and I think it will be a great background for a photo of us together."
Sighing, Booth glanced at the purple and gold colors washing the sky and grinned, "Hey, we can take a selfie."
Puzzled, Brennan frowned, "What is a selfie?"
Checking his camera to make sure that he still had the memory card installed, Booth answered, "It's a self-portrait." Holding the camera at arms length, he aimed the camera at himself and took his picture. Pointing to the screen, Booth smiled, "See, a selfie."
Holding out her hand, Brennan frowned, "Since I have a steadier hand than you, I will take the picture. You stand next to me and I will take our selfie."
Placing the camera behind his back, Booth asked, "What the hell do you mean you have a steadier hand? I'm a sniper for God's sake. No one has a steadier hand than I do. I'll take the selfie."
Irritated, his bride shook her head, "Of course I have a steadier hand than you do, Booth. I have to put together broken skulls and other portions of skeletons all of the time. It requires a very steady hand and obviously that means that I have a steadier hand than you do. Sometimes the skull is broken into very tiny pieces. Only someone like myself could make them whole again."
Glaring, the groom protested, "And you don't think shooting a rifle requires a steady hand? The trigger on my rifle requires a lot steadier nerves than gluing a skull back together. I'll take the picture."
The shadows lengthening as they argued, Booth saw the look of disappointment on his wife's face and frowned, "Look, it isn't worth arguing about. You want to take the picture then take it." Holding the camera towards Brennan, Booth smiled, "If you screw up, I'll take the next one."
Grabbing the camera from her husband, Brennan checked the memory card and then pulled Booth towards her, "Make sure you place your head next to mine. I will endeavor to include you but you must remain still."
Pulling away from her hand, Booth shook his head, "What does that mean? I can be as still as a statue when I need to be. Why you do think I'm the best sniper the FBI has? Come on."
The shadows marching across the beach, Brennan sighed, "You have a tendency to get very jittery when things are not in your control. Since I have the camera you aren't in control and therefore you're very jittery. Just stand next to me and hold as still as possible."
Crossing his arms against his chest, Booth protested, " You make me sound like I'm a control freak. I don't have to be in control of anything."
The light fading fast, Brennan sighed, "I didn't mean to insult you Booth. You are not a control freak. Now please stand next to me so I can take the picture."
Stepping next to his partner, Booth placed his arm around her waist and held his head next to Brennan's. Brennan holding the camera up and at arm's length, squinted at the screen, "Hmm, I'm having difficulty seeing the screen. The colors should back light us. I think the batteries are dying."
Releasing her waist, Booth turned and stared at the horizon. Laughing, Booth shook his head, "The sun set."
Turning, Brennan exclaimed, "But this is ridiculous, I didn't get to take our picture."
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth took the camera from her hand and put it in his pocket, "Tell you what, let's go back to our room and I'll let you practice taking selfies. I'll even help."
Suspicious, Brennan asked, "What kind of selfies?"
Placing his arms around his life partner, Booth smiled, "Any kind you like, Bones. Any kind you like."
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Pure fluff. Not claiming to be anything else.
