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Whatever happened to Booth's donation to Brennan? I know there've been many stories in fan fic land on this subject. A prompt from Jenny1701 made me want to come up with my own version.
Sperm
"Wow I didn't know you could actually make good money out of donating your sperm." Aubrey said as he glanced up from the laptop in the FBI conference room.
"Huh? Yeah you can, I guess." Booth remarked engrossed in the file he was reading, not really paying much attention to his partner.
"Maybe I should think about becoming a donor. It never hurts to have a little extra cash."
"Not a good idea Aubrey, especially since you're thinkin' of becoming a Senator some day."
"Good point." Aubrey conceded.
"Why're you lookin' into that website anyway?" Booth asked, his interest now piqued.
"Yeah just looking through websites our suspect visited." Aubrey shrugged. "Would you donate yours?"
"Me? No." Booth replied without much thought.
He suddenly remembered Brennan's request so many years ago. He shook his head slightly. That felt like a lifetime ago. Now married and with two children with her that were made the old fashioned way, he couldn't imagine how things would have turned out if she had gone through with it. He wondered if they would have still had Christine. Another thought popped up in his head. In all their years together, it had never occurred to him to ask about his donation to her. He wondered if it was still stored or if she had destroyed it. He was suddenly worried that she had decided to do something he wouldn't, like donate it, or freeze it for use much further into the future. Had she actually used it and wasn't successful? The various scenarios bothered him, more than it should. Afterall, It had been such a long time ago.
"Booth?"
"Yeah?"
"You okay? You suddenly look kinda pale."
"Uh… yeah, yeah, I'm okay, just… let's look through these files all right?"
"You sure?"
"Yeah Aubrey, I'm fine." Willing himself to push the disconcerting thoughts out of his head, Booth forced himself to concentrate on the case at hand. He made a mental note to speak to Brennan about it later at home.
Many hours later and after Hank and Christine were in bed, Booth brought up the subject as the couple climbed into bed.
"Bones, I have a question to ask you."
"When you say it like that, in that tone, it concerns me."
"Don't worry, it isn't anything bad… I hope."
"Go ahead, ask."
"Remember years ago, when you decided you wanted a baby? It was before we got together."
"When we discovered that you had a brain tumor."
"Yeah. And before that happened, you asked me for my stuff."
"Your sperm."
"Yeah. I was wondering, whatever happened to it?"
Brennan paused, causing Booth to worry.
"You didn't donate it to someone else did you?" Booth asked, filling in the silence.
"No, of course not. I would never do something like that without your permission."
Relieved, Booth explained, "I did say it was yours and that meant you could technically do anything you wanted with it."
Brennan's pensive mood made Booth regret asking, but at the same time the need to find the answer to the questions that had been bugging him all afternoon grew.
"I considered using it."
"Yeah?"
"The surgeon successfully removed the tumor but the surgery left you in a coma. I worried that you might not wake up or might eventually die. At the time, the thought of losing you was already unbearable."
"But you went away… went to Guatemala on some dig."
"The doctors assured me you were recovering well. That's why I went."
"So that was it?" Booth asked a tad disappointed.
"You woke up from your coma and you kept thinking I was your wife."
"I'm glad you're my wife now Bones."
The couple shared a smile before Booth continued, "It scared you."
Brennan lowered her gaze to the bed. "On hindsight… yes. You were so affectionate towards me and every time I had to correct your misconception that we were married, you had this look on your face, as if I let you down."
"No way Bones. You could never let me down. I was just confused and disappointed… sad."
"I took no pleasure in correcting you."
"And that's why you had to leave?"
"It factored into my decision, yes."
"So when was it that you considered having my kid?"
"While you were still in a coma. When the fact that I could lose you forever was still a possibility."
"So you wanted a piece of me."
"I wanted a little boy who would view the world as you would. Someone who would remind me of you, of our friendship. You are a very good man Booth, it was evident to me even then and if I were to have progeny, I wanted him or her to have those similar traits."
"Yeah well we have that little boy now."
"Hank, yes. Though only three, he already views the world with wonderment, just like you. He also certainly bears a marked resemblance to you."
"And we made him the good ol' fashioned way. A direct deposit."
Brennan laughed. "Yes. That direct deposit was certainly much more pleasurable than my original intent."
Booth puffed his chest out slightly, always glad to hear about his sexual prowess from his wife. He suddenly wondered if she did try to inseminate herself with his sperm while he was in a coma.
"But you didn't right? You know use my stuff."
"I contemplated doing so, but no, I didn't. You were still in a coma, and if I did, it would have been akin to admitting that I would lose you forever. I held on to the hope that you would wake up. And you did."
She smiled sweetly at him.
"You still didn't answer my question. If you didn't use my stuff, then whatever happened to it?"
"It's still there, in storage."
"And you're still planning to keep it there?"
"I actually haven't given it much thought. After you woke up and we carried on as partners, I thought that I could perhaps use it if I really wanted to have any children."
"Whoa wait, so when I woke up… you knew that one day, if you really wanted to have a baby, you'd still use my stuff and have my kid?"
"Yes why not? I already mentioned my reasons for choosing you as a sperm donor. Although the longer we worked together, the more I entertained the thought that perhaps if I really wanted a child, I would have asked if you would have wanted to engage in coitus with me to achieve a similar result."
"Seriously?!"
"Given your puritan tendencies, I knew that if I did ask, you were very likely to turn me down, hence I kept your sperm."
What Booth heard was mind-blowing. Even back then, she had already made up her mind that when she wanted to have children, she would have his and his alone.
"First of all Bones, I'm not that closed minded."
"Was I wrong in assuming you'd turn down my proposition?"
"Yeah I would have but not because I didn't like the idea. I mean I did think about sleeping with you… but you and me… I knew we could never be just that one-night stand. I always knew we'd be so much more. So no, I couldn't have slept with you, not until I was sure you knew what sleeping together meant. You know what I mean right?"
"Yes. I do now."
The couple shared another smile, thankful that their long journey had brought them to this point.
"I think you should just destroy it." Booth said.
"Really? Why?"
"What's the point of keeping it? I mean, if we want another child, we'd just make love." Booth grinned cheekily.
"In your line of work, you could get severely injured, lose one of your testicles, die – "
"Whoa wait, that's not gonna happen okay?"
"A suspect you're trying to apprehend might decide to kick or punch or shoot you in the testicles – "
Booth held out his hand, stopping her from continuing. "Seriously?! Don't even put it out there Bones!"
Brennan laughed.
"You're teasing me."
"It could happen."
"It's not. Look, all I'm sayin' is that there's no need to keep it anymore okay? Not when you have me."
"You do make a good point."
Brennan, suddenly feeling amorous, snuck a hand under Booth's shirt, her fingers playing with his taut abdominal muscles. "Why did you agree to donate your sperm to me?"
"Well, I can tell you the truth now." Booth said, inhaling sharply at her touch. "I hated the idea of you having another guy's kid. I mean, I couldn't stand the thought of looking at you pregnant with some other man's baby."
He leaned towards her to press kisses to the column of her neck. "If you were gonna have kids, they could only be mine."
"That sounds very possessive." Brennan replied, her breath hitching at his fingers at the helm of her camisole.
He pulled the garment off her. "Yeah I'm possessive like that."
Brennan laughed as she too yanked off his shirt. "I find that thought rather arousing at the moment."
"So, destroy it?"
"Yes."
Brennan's reply carried a dual meaning as he moved his fingers to the waistband of her pyjama pants, wordlessly asking for her approval to show her just how much he loved her. She closed her eyes in anticipation as she lay down on the bed, Booth rolling himself on top of her, proceeding to claim her as his possession.
