Return from Notre Dame
Time travel can be very confusing. As a result, Booth and Brennan now have kids.
"So, I thought you didn't want kids," Angela started the conversation.
Brennan answered unblushingly, "It's not as if they have the most fantastic methods of contraception in the 1800's, Ange."
Somehow, the thought of Brennan and Booth having sex, which had never seemed to bother Angela before then, made her redden slightly.
"Ho sete, Mamma," piped up the small voice of little Orlando.
Realising that Orlando's presence in the conversation was causing Angela's discomfort, Brennan gave a small smile. "Ecco," she poured a sprite into a glass and handed it to him. "He can't understand us, Ange,"
Angela eventually agreed, and started to talk again, but was interrupted by Orlando again. "Mamma, le bolle! Le bolle!"
Tempe smiled at him affectionately. "Si, there are bubbles. È gusto? Is it tasty?" She repeated what she was saying in English so that Orlando would hopefully learn something.
Orlando shrugged, looking doubtfully at it. "È molto strano, Mamma,' he told her miserably. Tempe laughed, and drank a small amount herself. Orlando looked from her to the glass, then took a large gulp.
He held it in his mouth for a few seconds, not swallowing. Tempe watched him closely, and suddenly he sloshed it all back into the glass. He looked like he was about to cry. "Non mi piace, Mamma." Orlando proceeded to explain that it tasted disgusting and that it was scary, because it tickled his mouth.
"Just wait till he tries exploding candy," Angela laughed.
Tempe shook her head. "I don't think he's ready for that yet, Ange. He won't be for a long time." She cradled her son in her arms and gave him a hug.
"Dov'è tua sorella?" Where's your sister?
"Con Papa." He didn't elaborate, even when Brennan asked him to. "E ho sete ancora." With Papa. And I'm still thirsty.
Tempe rose from her seat and downed the rest of the sprite, to Orlando's disgust, then poured him a glass of water. "Here you go, sweetie," she told him.
"Grazie a lei, Mamma,"
"Thank you," Tempe corrected. "Dici 'thank you' in Inglese."
Orlando nodded determinedly, wanting to please his mother. "Thank you,"
Orlando sat back down on the floor, sipping at his glass of water intermittently, and Tempe and Angela resumed their conversation where they'd left off.
"Ah, Dr Brennan. I was beginning to worry, Angela told me you were ill?" Dr Goodman was standing at the door of the office. Upon closer examination of her features, he continued. "You look tired. Perhaps you should take another few days off?"
Brennan sighed, wondering how she was going to explain this to Dr Goodman. "I'm not tired, Dr Goodman, just five years older than when you last saw me."
Dr Goodman frowned. "Are you Dr Brennan's sister?" he asked, confused.
Brennan shook her head. "As strange as it sounds, Zach built an operational time machine. While Booth and I were inspecting it, we were accidentally sent back in time without the device that would have returned us exactly when we left. So by the time that we returned, five years had passed there."
Dr Goodman took a seat tentatively, unsure of how serious she was. "What you're asking me to believe… I need evidence, I'm afraid."
Brennan nodded. "I thought that you might. I would have gone along with Angela's story, too, if there wasn't evidence that would be impossible to hide."
"And what evidence would that be?"
As if by magic, Booth entered the office, Carmina's arms hanging tightly around his neck as he gave her a piggy back. Carmina, whose photos, if they had any, could have easily been passed off as photos of Brennan at that age, was laughing gaily as Booth joked in rapid Italian. "Ed ecco Mamma e tuo fratello!" he finished. And here're Mommy and your brother!
He unhitched Carmina from his shoulders and sent her to paly with Orlando, before seating himself with the rest of the adults. Brennan smiled. "There's your proof," Booth wound his arm around her waist, a gesture which didn't go unnoticed by Goodman. "According to your timeline, Seeley and I haven't even known each other for four years, the twins age. So it's not likely that we would have children, those children. Actually, it's downright impossible, without time travel."
Dr Goodman nodded slowly. Even he couldn't deny that Orlando and Carmina were very obviously Brannan and Booth's children. Still, his mind searched for a better, more scientifically plausible explanation. He didn't find one.
Okay, guys. I know it's crap. (I was thinking of deleting it and posting something else once I've gotten better at it, actually) But it's only my first fic. I'll get better, I promise. Well, with your help. Just a few pointers would be good.
Thanks!
Luv, Candi