Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or House.
Author's Note: So...I'm back from my trip, it was fun...and tired. As usual, I want to thank my wonderful beta and my reviewers. Just wanna let all of you know that I am done with the story, there is exactly 13 chapters, so we have 4 chapters left, not counting this one. Am I going to get them upload all at once? Hmmm...NO (evin grin inserted here). I decided that I am going to upload the next chapter as soon as I get 15 or more reviews on Chapter 9...hehe (evil grin again). Oh, and about how I described Jared (Booth's brother) and his dad, I made it up, I know nothing about them. And now...enjoy the story, and review! Thanks!
Chapter 9
Booth and Brennan danced with each other for a while before deciding to leave the dance floor. They found an empty table in the bar.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" Booth asked.
"It was nice. I don't really go to weddings, since I don't know many people. Most of the people that I know are dead." Brennan said plainly.
"Bones, I am not dead." Booth pointed out. "Angela is not dead, neither is Zack, Hodgins, or Goodman. We can count Cullen if you want to."
"I know you guys are not dead." Brennan didn't get what Booth was trying to say.
Booth shook his head. "You know what, Bones? Forget about it."
Brennan looked at him, confused, wanted to ask about it. But she was interrupted.
"Hey Seeley!" A man with brown eyes, and blond hair was behind Booth. He looked like he was in his late 30s. Booth turned around.
"Jared!" Booth stood up and gave the guy a hug.
"Can you believe that Greg is getting married? Man, I always thought I am going to be the first one." Jared Booth said. "Did you see his wife? Dude, how come he always gets the good stuff?"
Booth chuckled.
Jared seemed to notice Brennan's existence. "Seeley, this is…"
"This is Temperance Brennan; she is my partner from work." Booth introduced Brennan to his brother.
"Dude, is she from the FBI? Okay, what is it with you getting hot girls all the time?" Jared asked, causing Brennan to blush slightly.
"Um…I am not from the FBI." Brennan whispered.
"She is a forensic anthropologist. She helps me with the identification of dead bodies." Booth added.
"More specifically, I specialize in identifying bones." Brennan continued.
"She works in Jeffersonian, a museum in DC." Booth said when he saw a confused look on his brother.
"That's cool. So, you guys together?" Jared cast a look at both of them, back and forth.
"We are not together." Brennan replied quickly, embarrassed. Why did everybody jump to that conclusion? She and Booth were not together; did they look like they were together?
"Sorry." Jared apologized.
"When did you get here? I didn't see you till now." Booth said, trying to change the subject, so Brennan could feel a little bit more comfortable.
"Just got off the plane, man. We got some rain up there. The airline got paranoid, and grounded all the flights. I took the first one out. How was the wedding, did I miss anything?" Jared asked.
"Not really, unless you count how Greg was kissing his bride." Booth said.
"Man, I totally missed that." Jared shook his head. "I still don't get how he got her."
"They work in the same department, and he's the boss." Booth explained.
"Hmm…interesting, isn't it?" Booth shrugged.
"Well, I just spotted my dear cousin, gotta go and say hi to him and his new lovely wife. I will talk to you guys later." Jared walked away.
"Is that your brother?" Brennan asked, watching Jared walk toward House.
"Yes."
"Is he also a FBI agent?" Brennan asked with curiosity.
"No, he works for the CIA, some kind of computer programmer." Booth said simply.
"He doesn't look like you at all, except for the eyes. Genetics suggests that…"
"What are you now, Bones? Genetics? I thought you are a forensic anthropologist." Booth said, confused.
"I also learned about genetics."
"Bones, if you are going to talk about how he may not be my brother, just…leave it, all right?"
"Booth, that's not what I am trying to say. I am just saying his physical genetic composition is completely different than yours, and I guessed he inherited from your dad. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him yet."
"My dad passed away a couple years ago when he had a heart attack." Booth said plainly.
"I'm so sorry, Booth. I didn't mean to bring it up or anything." Brennan said quickly.
Booth shrugged, "It's not such a big deal anymore. Don't worry about it, Bones."
They had shifted into silence, both of them looking out to the dance floor, watching people. Brennan had spotted House, dancing with his wife. It was quite a scene, since nobody was dancing around them, apparently afraid to get hit by House's cane, which was hanging on his arm while he waltzed with his wife. Whenever House and Allison were turning around, the cane went flying. Booth had spotted Chase, who danced with Brennan a while ago, now dancing with some new girl that he had never seen before. While doing so, Booth often looked at Brennan secretly.
He considered what House was saying last night. He felt completely helpless in this situation; he didn't know what to do. Did he love Bones? Yes, he did. He knew he had asked himself this question so many times, especially lately. His first time was when he saw how Bones was so happy with her old professor, and he just wanted to beat the crap out of the guy when he betrayed Bones. He just wanted to protect her. When he knew the gang put a hit out on her, the only thing that was on his mind was to find this bastard and tell him to call it off, keeping Brennan safe. When Bones got kidnapped, he immediately checked out of the hospital. He knew he was injured, but Bones needed him, he needed to rescue Bones. Bones was alone, by herself, in that warehouse. He knew that Bones needed him, and he was right. How Bones had held onto him when he rescued her, he found that it was worth it. He would never forget about that moment. And he promised himself that he would do anything in order to keep Bones safe. That's exactly what he did when he found out Bones got hurt in New Orleans, that's why he flew all the way down: to help her.
But Bones was not a normal person. She's a squint; she's unaware of these kinds of human things. She had no clue when people were hitting on her. Booth doubted that Bones knew that he's in love with her. What could he do to make her realize that? Wait for her? Yeah, that's gonna take years before she even knows about it.
Booth took a sip of his drink. Maybe making himself all drunk, and confess to Bones would be a good idea. Or maybe Bones would just kick his ass.
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