Come Around
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, because if I did, there would be a whole lot more Hodgela. I don't own 'can't touch this' by MC Hammer either.
Pairings: Hodgela and B/B
The way you start the New Year, is how you are going to spend the rest of your year. A motto the team remembers when they are stuck at the lab for New Years Eve. Hodgela, BB
A/N: Try downloading the mentioned songs and playing them for more of an effect while you read.
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Booth was stuck at the lab; weighed down by at least 20 reports that he needed Brennan to sign off on. He sighed as he searched for her. She was nowhere to be found. He wanted to get home as soon as possible so that he could spend time with Parker. But all he was doing now was pacing up and down.
He whacked the folder he was carrying to the railing of the raised platform outside her office. This was frustrating. In typical Bones fashion, she had gotten under his skin. He tried not to let that happen; with her, or her squints. But every single time when he thought he was making progress, that his patience had grown, he was disappointed. She got him riled up yet again.
Of course she had no idea she did that to him. She was not that socially observant. Come on, who didn't get the reference to Moulder and Scully? But some of her habits had grown on him. He liked the way she said 'I don't know what you mean'. He liked the way she was quite blunt when asking personal questions, though when she did that to him it got under his skin. But then again, she always did that to him.
Parker liked her. He had not seen that one coming. But he did. He called her Dr. Bones. He had named the robot Zach had made, after her.
He liked the way she was multilingual. She spoke very good Spanish. Though after the case with the Senator he didn't know why Angela kept laughing whenever she saw him. Hodgins just smirked. He didn't get what the big secret they had shared was. He had actually been freaked out; because even though the two of them seemed so different they had the same freakish sense of humour. They even had the same interests. So if they kept some kind of secret, or in Hodgins case was privy to some sort o conspiracy, it slightly scared Booth. Later he had gotten it out of Zach, seems that Hodgins had acted out a pretty good mock version of him, while emphasizing on all the odd things he had done, like certain unconscious habits. He had been slightly relieved to hear that, though he was still annoyed at the two of them. Acting like little children! He could actually picture a little curly-haired Hodgins pulling a little Angela's pony tail. And her retaliating by sulking and whacking him.
Freaky how clearly he had seen that. He shook it off as hanging about squints too much.
Ten minutes and still no Temperance Brennan. But he could hear music. Some song Hodgins had had on his iPod. He had heard it on Christmas. He didn't know Zach could be his room-mate. But as he walked by Angela's office, to ask if she had seen Bones, he saw the two of them slow dancing to the song. They were in a world of their own. He exited quietly not wanting to disturb their moment. He had always noticed there was a thing between those two; sort of like the thing he and Bones had.
Booth jumped. The last thought had scared him. What had he been thinking? He pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled slowly. That was due to lack of sleep. Purely due to lack of sleep. It was a . . . slip of mind. He had started pacing in his effort to clear his mind.
"What are you doing?"
Bones voice cut through his thoughts like a jolt of energy.
"Looking for you," he explained waving the folder he held.
"Oh," she replied. It was as if her mind wasn't there.
"Oh? Is that all you can say? I'm tired and sleepy, and I want to go home, but these reports need signing-"
"I'm thinking of how Russ and I used to go see the New Years Eve fireworks with our parents. The year he left me was the one year I missed it." She interrupted him. She was dwelling on an old, old memory. She smiled a nostalgic smile as she remembered Russ telling her the sky was exploding. That was the first time she saw fire-works. She had been so scared. She had gripped his hand so tight and told him never to leave her. Her dad told her that they were just pretty lights people made for decoration. Of course when she had gotten home she had researched it. She had then, with the help of her dad, gotten back at Russ by blowing a noise maker in his ear and telling him it was an earthquake. He had run so fast. It had seemed like such a pointless moment. But it came flooding back at the faint sound of explosions.
Booth stopped his frustrated tirade. He looked at her in concern. "Oh." He commented due to lack of, but mostly being unable to choose a comforting phrase.
"Wanna go out?" she asked. She seemed like a little girl asking for this favour. Predictably due to his softness for children and those who needed help, he went with her.
They walked out in to a balcony he didn't know existed. As he looked out at the Jeffersonian grounds he saw a flash of light, followed by an explosion of noise.
The two stood in comfortable silence as the countdown came to a close. Each thinking of something else. A second later it was New Years. They both turned to face each other as people somewhere in the distance cheered.
"You know," Booth started, "They say the way you spend the New Years, is the way you spend the rest of the year."
"You mean Hodgins said that," Bones corrected him with a smile.
"Actually Angela said that," he answered. "I wonder who told them?" he questioned.
He was caught off-guard as Bones hugged him. "Thanks," she murmured softly.
"Any time," he replied as he returned the hug. They stood like that a while; as long as Temperance needed it. He was like giant teddy-bear, Bones noticed. Angela would probably be on top of the world if she saw this. But Bones could tuck this piece of information for later to use as 'conversation' as this book she was reading said. Booth on the other hand, had never noticed her height was the same as his. He hair was soft too, and it smelled like a fresh forest. That was it, he mentally declared. No more time around scented candles. He normally bought them to provide a relaxing atmosphere for his dates. Also, he noticed, Angela used that in her office. After a while, they pulled apart awkwardly.
"You wanna get something to eat?" he asked her. "I'm famished."
"Sure," she replied to his immense surprise. "I don't want to be alone New Years." She muttered it softly.
"Okay," he replied, placing an arm on her shoulders. The two of them walked back into the building. The first thing they noticed was the change in music. It was some kind of dance mix or something. He noticed Bones' head bopping to the beat. Freaky. The song now sounded familiar.
U Can't touch this
That line reminded Booth of a song he had heard in the club mummy case he and Bones had investigated. And as they passed Angela's office again, the two of them saw Hodgins and Angela dancing along, while singing the best they can. Booth had to admit that Hodgins imitation of a rapper was very good. They seemed to be having fun as they bumped and ground each other, while giggling. Booth would definitely download the song, if only to tease them. But it seemed as though Bones liked it. She was in her own little world as she tapped her foot along, unconsciously. Booth smiled to himself and chuckled. Maybe now Angela would be too preoccupied to annoy him about asking Bones out.
Break it
down
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) (x4)
Stop Hammer
time
Go with the flow in a spin if you can't move to this
Then
you probably are dead
So wave yo
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Well I finally finished the fic. Hope you like it! Please R/R!
