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"Bones, it's been two damn months. Two!" Glaring at his right leg, Booth complained, "How long do I have to put up with this bullshit?"
Trying to be patient, Brennan continued to fold the clothes she'd removed from the dryer. "Booth, your fracture is united and you're in rehabilitation. Your long cast was removed and you're wearing a short cast now. At least now you can start rehabilitation to regain your knee mobility. As it is you're going to have to be in rehab for at least two months. You can't hurry up the process. You should know that. You know what it's like to recover from bone injuries since you went through this after you were rescued in Iraq."
Frustrated, Booth reached over and snagged a pair of socks, folded them and then grabbed another pair. "It's boring around here. I'm going to go back to work. My breathing is normal again . . . well normal for me anyway and my therapist says I'm as good as I'm going to get when it comes to my lungs . . . I'm going to go to work tomorrow. I hate being alone most of the day."
Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan continued to fold clothes. "Alright."
Dismayed, Booth stared in surprise at his wife. "What no argument about how my bone thingies need some ooloo tests and stuff before I go back?"
Rolling her eyes, Brennan folded the last shirt and started to place everything back in the basket. "No, you don't need an ooloo test for your bone thingies. I will drive you to work tomorrow."
Suspicious, Booth squinted at her. "You're going to let me get away with saying ooloo tests and bone thingies?"
Picking up the basket, Brennan leaned over and kissed Booth on the tip of his nose. "Yes, I am."
"Really?" Scratching his ear, Booth watched Brennan walk across the room and enter their bedroom. After he picked up his crutches, he stood up and moved across the room towards the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he watched Brennan unload their clothes into the dressers. "You always correct me . . . why aren't you correcting me?"
Placing Booth's t-shirts in the drawer, she closed it and opened his socks drawer. "I'm tired, Booth. I've had a long day. I know you're bored and I agree you should go back to work. I don't think it warrants more discussion."
Worried that he was the cause of her apathy, Booth moved over to the bed and sat down. Holding his crutches between his legs, he stared at Brennan. "Look, Bones, I . . . uh . . . I was thinking . . . you've, uh, you've been dealing with me and my problems for months now. It has to be wearing you out and . . . well, I was thinking maybe I should . . . uh, well . . . maybe you'd like to go to that dig in Canada without me. It's coming up in three weeks and I don't see how I can go, so I . . . uh, want you to go and have fun. You deserve to have fun. I know you think of these things as vacations and I don't want you to miss out on one because of me."
Brennan turned and leaned against the dresser. "It's only been two months, Booth. You were badly hurt in that car crash and I understand that. I am not worn out nor do I need to take a vacation from you. I don't want to leave you while you're still recovering from your injuries. There will be other digs."
Twirling his crutches, Booth watched them move between his thighs. "I'm not just talking about the last two months Bones. This has been going on for a long time now. You've been helping me since I was shot by Doug Clary. You have to be getting tired of dealing with me and my piss poor temper. I want you to have fun and I want you to go on that dig. I know you were excited about being invited to go and I . . . I really want you to go. Please don't stay home because of me. You made arrangements to go and if you don't go you're going to disappoint a bunch of people. I don't want you to feel like you have to stay here because of me."
Staring intently at Booth, finally nodded her head. "Alright, if you want me to."
"Uh . . . Good. That's settled." Booth stood up and smiled at her. "Good, Lester can take me to work and back home. He won't mind. My therapist comes here so it isn't like someone needs to drive me to appointments." Moving away from the bed, Booth stepped carefully across the room, his crutches taking most of the weight of his right leg. Glancing back at Brennan, he nodded his head. "Good."
Watching him leave the room, Brennan bit her bottom lip. Once he was out of the room, Brennan sat down and rubbed her forehead.
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In Angela's office, Brennan stared at her friend as the artist worked on a new painting. "Booth is urging me to go on the dig next month. He's still going to be in therapy and he won't be able to go with me."
Her brush dabbing a little color on the canvas, Angela nodded her head. "Good. You need to get away from here for a while."
Not really sure if she should go, Brennan frowned at her friend. "Booth pointed out that I did promise to be there and that I would probably disappoint a lot of people if I don't go."
Grimly studying her painting, Angela grunted. "There you go."
Annoyed, Brennan stood up. "I see you're busy. I have some things I need to take care of."
Waving her hand, Angela murmured, "Okay, glad I could help."
After she reached the doorway, Brennan stopped and turned back to look at Angela. "Does Jack ask you to go on vacations without him? Do you think Booth is getting tired of being in a relationship with me?"
Brennan's question penetrating her concentration, Angela placed her brush down and stared at her friend. "What?"
Moving back into the room, Brennan repeated her question. "Does Jack ask you to go on vacation without him? Booth thinks my going to a dig would be a vacation for me . . . I think it's a bad sign that Booth wants me to go on vacation without him."
Aware that Brennan was anxious about Booth, Angela stepped over to where Brennan was standing and spoke quietly. "Brennan, you know Booth loves you. The man adores you, you have to know that. What's going on, Honey?"
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure the hallway was empty, Brennan saw no one and turned back towards Angela. "I don't know Angela. Normally Booth hates it when I go on digs, but now he is encouraging me to go without him."
Angela took Brennan's hands in her hands. "Bren, he's just being considerate. He knows you were really looking forward to going and he doesn't want you to miss out. Don't look for more into than that. He loves you, he has for a long time. Hell, he's crazy about you. He just wants the best for you, you know I'm right."
"Perhaps." Turning, Brennan walked out into the hallway and stared at her office. Glancing at Angela, she walked down the hallway to Booth's office.
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Entering her husband's office, Brennan found Booth sitting on the couch with his right leg propped up on the coffee table. "I thought I would come by and make sure you're doing alright."
Pleased to see her, Booth looked up from a folder he was holding and smiled. "Hey, I'm fine. How are you doing?"
Sitting down next to him, Brennan turned to face him. "Booth, why do you want me to go on the dig without you?"
Puzzled, Booth closed his folder and placed it on the end table next to him. "I don't understand. Before I was hurt you talked about it all of the time. You made flight reservations and you booked a room at a bed and breakfast. You arranged with some science journalist to meet you there for an interview. I don't want you to waste all of that effort and miss out on going, that's all. There's no way I can go, but that shouldn't keep you from going. You love that stuff . . . Don't you want to go?"
Brennan moved her gaze to Booth's cast. "You've always disliked me going on digs in the past . . . You never really say you do, but I know you Booth and I know that you hate for me to be gone for months. Why have you changed your mind about this dig?"
Confused, Booth picked up Brennan's hand and held it in his hand. "Bones, I'm just trying to encourage you to do the things you like to do . . . I promised myself that when we got married that I wouldn't change you or keep you from doing the things you love to do. You love to go on digs, bones are your thing. I want you to be happy, so I'm trying to be supportive . . . Don't you want to go on the dig?"
Slowly shaking her head, Brennan moved her gaze to his soft brown eyes. "I wanted to go on the dig with you, Booth. I wanted to share what I do with you, but if you can't go then I don't want to go."
Not sure why Brennan was dragging her feet, Booth pulled her hand up and kissed it. "I love you, Bones. If you don't want to go then great, don't go. You can stick around here and hear me bitch about my leg and therapy and anything else I can think of or you can go and have fun. I want you to do what you want to do. I love you and I'll support you no matter what you choose to do although why you wouldn't take the chance to get away from me is beyond me. I've been a pain in the butt for months. I know that."
Leaning over and kissing him, Brennan smiled at him. "You haven't been a pain in the posterior, Booth. You've actually handled your injuries quite well . . . When you're well and I am offered another position on a dig then we will both go together. We're married now and I want to be with you. I love you, Booth. I'm not going without you."
His hand behind her neck, Booth leaned closer and returned her kiss. "Good, I didn't really want you to go anyway."
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