Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
Fate and Science
"You know what?" he suggested casually. "How about we just flip for it?"
They'd been discussing this for an hour—ever since getting home from Cam's wedding—and he knew they were just going to keep going in circles because she just couldn't bring herself to say, yes, I want to marry you.
"What?" She stared at him, slightly aghast. "Booth, we can't just flip a coin, this is a serious decision."
"Oh, believe me, I know."
He walked to the little bowl with loose change and grabbed a quarter. "But we've been discussing for an hour and let me remind you that it was your idea to discuss," Booth pointed out gleefully. "But yet, I still don't know what that brain of yours is really thinking."
Rolling the coin in his fingers like a poker chip, he stood in front of her. "Forget the squinty reasoning. Let's just let fate decide."
Brennan rolled her eyes. "You know I don't believe in fate."
"And I do, which means a coin toss is kinda perfect," he realized, playfully flipping the quarter into the air. "I can look at it as fate and you can look at it as a fifty percent probability." She threw him a disbelieving look and he gave her a winning smile. "C'mon, it has math and everything."
"You're crazy." But her eyes kept following the path of the coin.
"We'll each pick a side. Lands on mine, you marry me." His smile was nothing short of predatory when he added, "No more discussion."
"And if it lands on mine?"
"Your choice," he said fairly. "We can keep discussing until the cows come home, if that's what you want."
She nodded her agreement and Booth smiled as he sent the coin flying into the air.
"Call it, Bones."
