So I believe extreme fluff was promised, and I like to keep my promises. So please make an appointment with your dentist because this is disgustingly sweet, but I hope it makes you smile. This is in the future and completely divorced of the end of season five, it's pure simple fluff. Personally I'm blaming the inspiration on way to many reruns of Say Yes to the Dress. Which I don't own, but then again I don't own Bones.

I was going to rename it something that fit the story and then I decided that this was quite literally the most appropriate title.

Complete and Utter Fluff

I sat at my desk staring at thousands of magazine clippings of bridal gowns. I was supposed to be figuring out which one I liked best, so that the consultant would have somewhere to start from at my appointment on Friday. Why on earth you had to make an appointment to try on dresses was beyond me, but then again that's why Angela had orchestrated it.

My eyes were beginning to ache and there was a dull throb in the back of my skull. I groaned to myself and lowered my head onto the desk. Upon hearing that I'd said yes when Booth had proposed, and that we were planning to elope, Angela had immediately vetoed and set about planning it herself. So far, it wasn't too out of control, it was going to be a fairly small gathering in the Jeffersonian's gardens with a reception to follow. The only thing as far as I could tell that hadn't been done was the wedding dress, not without trying on Angela's part. For months she'd pestered me to make appointment and go. But I didn't, I guess it was my way of protesting the insanity of it all. But then she'd been a constant annoyance telling me every day that I couldn't get married without a dress, so I'd finally relented and agreed to an appointment, mostly because we were out of time.

"Bones?... Bones? What are you doing?" I heard him cross my office, but couldn't bring myself to look up at him. He picked one of Angela's many clippings off the table. "Wow. How many of them are there?"

I looked up to find him stupidly smiling as he looked at one particularly weird dress; it had feathers all over it. "I would estimate that there's about 200 of them and I haven't been able to decide anything."

"Bones, how hard can it be you go try on a few dresses and pick one you like."

"I wish it were that easy. There's A-line or princess, sweetheart or off the shoulder, lace or satin, and that's barely the beginning. Angela has done nearly everything else, why can't she just pick the dress too?" I asked completely serious.

He leaned over the desk stopping inches from my face, "Because it's your wedding dress Bones." And then he kissed me.

He stood back up as I stacked the magazine cutouts. "That aside, she planned our wedding when I didn't want a wedding."

"Well think about it Bones…" He pulled out his poker chip and started flipping it in the air taking a seat on the couch as I packed up. "This way your dad, Russ and his girls, Cam and Michelle, Sweets, Angela, Hodgins, Caroline… do I need to go on? Can all come."

I was giving him that stare I had for him when he was making a ridiculous argument, "Well that's a ridiculous argument Booth given that Angela and Hodgins got married in jail and then they didn't bother to tell us for a week."

"Ah." He pointed a finger at me, "but they already had a wedding that we all went to, they just didn't get married, heck they had a really big wedding."

"But they didn't get married." I tried to reason with him.

"That time. And let's face it, we celebrated their relationship the first time, we haven't had a wedding. And Bones celebrating our relationship is something we should definitely do."

I picked up my bag and met him at the door, trying to scowl, and failing rather miserably because it was hard when he, well cheesy as it is we, was happy. "Fine. I still don't want to go dress shopping; I don't like going shopping normally why would I be excited to go shopping for something I'm only going to wear once."

He saunters up to me, his damn charm smile plastered on his face, stopping when we were toe to toe. "Yeah but Bones it's the dress you get to wear on the day we're getting married. Which were only doing once."

"Stop smiling or I'm going to make you come with me and sit in a bridal salon with organza and tulle everywhere." I tapped him on the chest, with the threat.

He shrugged, "Angela would never allow it, and I'm sure you have some anthropological mumbo jumbo about the groom not seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding."

"You're lucky you're cute." I kissed him, "Can we go get some dinner now. I apparently need to decide on some dress details before Friday."

"Angela you didn't just make an appointment you booked the salon for the entire afternoon." I gasped when Cam, Angela, and I arrived to find the salon empty and a very patient consultant waiting.

"Sweetie, you need a dress in two months and you haven't tried anything on yet, so yes we have the whole afternoon to find you a dress and that's it. Don't look at me like that, this was the only thing you had to do by yourself and you didn't so we're doing it my." And she sat down on the couch, and began pulling things out of her purse; it looked like more magazine clippings.

The consultant was tolerant to the fact that I had no ideas, wasn't really all that concerned about budget, and wasn't really all that enthusiastic. Angela gave the consultant all sorts of ideas I'm sure, and Cam calmly flipped through one of the magazines while I wandered the store to see if anything sparked my interested. The consultant went about pulling dresses and carrying them back to a dressing room. Angela and Cam, both joined me Cam pulling one dress out, Angela pulling out three, while I found nothing that sparked my interest.

Sarah, the consultant, was amazingly calm despite the fact that when she took me back to the fitting room there must have been thirty odd dresses. She assured me that I didn't have to try them all on she'd just taken everything she thought might possibly work, and could be ready in time.

And so I stripped and we started. Some were so ridiculous that I showed Cam and Angela for a laugh, other's I couldn't even bring myself to show them. There were plenty that were ok, some that I even liked but Angela wouldn't just let me by one. "Brennan, you're not supposed to just like the dress you're suppose to love it. So until you come out beaming and excited about a dress it's not it." She insisted, Cam offered no help in the matter telling me that there was no point in arguing with Angela. Back to the dressing room, again.

I was contemplating the twenty-third dress, trying to decide how I felt about it. It wasn't my favorite so far; when the Sarah disappeared and came back carrying one more dress. I looked at her pleading her to make it stop and she just smiled, telling me that one more dress was the answer.

She undid the clips and buttons on the dress I was wearing, and helped me out of the tulle explosion before unzipping the bag and pulling out the cream dress. She made me face away from the mirror as I stepped into it. She did the buttons up and then she insisted on getting accessories to go with it. Sliding what I believe was a comb covered in pearls into my hair and a fussy little net to go over my face. She finally told me that I could turn around.

Dress twenty-four was it. As un-scientific and completely impossible as it was that one dress was better than the other ones, there was. Something about that dress. All the sudden I was excited for the wedding because I could see him standing at the other end of the aisle, and I felt the sense of finally that everyone else must already be feeling. I wiped away the lone tear that was trying to escape and nodded to the nervous sales woman, who was quietly waiting praise. "Angela was right, apparent there is the one… but then again she was right about their being someone for everyone." I sighed, "I should really just start listening to her."

I walked out into the salon and Cam was the first to react as Angela was looking at more dresses. "Brennan, wow that is stunning." Angela smiled and clapped her hands together, "Now what did I tell you."

That night I slipped into bed, after the celebratory drinks to having everything in order, and Booth pulled me to him. "Did you find a dress?" He asked into the back of my neck.

"Yeah" I sighed, "I did."

"Glad to hear it. It wasn't that bad was it?" He kissed the back of my neck.

"You've clearly never tried on twenty ball gowns." I smiled.

"Well you found one." He said sleepily. "That's what matters."

He pulled me to him on the dance floor. "So I haven't had a chance to tell you yet but this dress Bones…" He leans in and whispers in my ear, "There are no words for how absolutely stunning it is."

I pulled back to look him in the eyes, our faces inches apart, as I stroked the back of his neck. "You think so?"

He nodded, "When you came down the aisle I couldn't help but thinking that it didn't really matter everything else that happened and we went through, because it all lead to the most beautiful woman in the world marrying me." He dipped me earning applause from the crowd. "And now despite how beautiful you look in this absolutely amazing dress, I really just want to take it off you Mrs. Booth."

As he righted us, I kissed him, "its still Dr. Brennan, Booth." I settled my head on his shoulder and his arms tightened around me.

"I know Bones, but when it's just you and me, I get to celebrate the fact that you're my wife."

I chuckled smiling and inhaling his scent, "You're lucky I love you."

"Don't I know it?"

Well it's silly I know, let me know what you think, before you see you dentist.

More fluff coming up.

Baby Rose.