Title: Bliss
Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. This is just passing time. . .I was going to make this a one-shot, but thought…meh might as well add some cliffhangers and whatnot while I'm at it. Not going to lie, I like this chapter! This is a good chapter, but the next one is going to throw you for a loop. For the dress, imagine Emily Deschanel at the 2007 Teen choice awards, but longer and not black
Rating K -T, It might get a tad bit hotter, probably will but for right now, its rated K .
Song of the day: This is me and you
And we are running
To change the world
Where hope is shining through
Gaia's green and blue
And we are running
To save the world
Chapter Three: Something Old
Brennan sat patiently on the chair. Though the patients was wearing thin, she watched quietly as the woman behind her was elegantly placed the tiny blue stars on the crown of her head and putting the final touches on the curls that fell down her back.
"One second Doctor Brennan, I need to ask Angela a quick question." Said Julia, walking away from the woman and Brennan's had went to her forehead, to rub away the headache that was setting in.
A hand on her shoulder brought her back to reality, as Doctor Camille Saroyan's hand found its way to her shoulder. "Cam?" The woman who had taken the position over her stood behind her, her hair pulled into a fancy braid down her back. "What are you doing here?"
"Angela invited me, and what girl would turn down an updo?" Cam said with a friendly smile, even though their friendship had a rocky start, Brennan was glad that she was there to pull some of the attention off of herself.
Julia returned with the artist in tow. "Sweetie." She said with a dreamy sigh, placing both hands onto the anthropologist's shoulders. The side swept bangs framed her face and the tiny blue stars brought out her eyes, and Angela was speechless.
Cam smiled, before looking at her watch and cleared her throat. "We need to get going if we want to be on time." Brennan groaned, of course her boss was involved in what ever scheme that Angela was planning.
Brennan stood up and followed both women out of the salon and into Angela's car, glaring at the back of their heads. Cam took the front seat, leaving Brennan to sit in the back behind her.
Luckily for her, Angela placed her bag in the backseat next to her. A sly smile spread across her face as she pulled out her cell phone and rapidly began to write a text message, glad that Angela was paying attention to the road instead of giving her the fifth degree.
". . . Though I was wondering where you got that shirt, Doctor Brennan." Asked Cam, Brennan shoved the phone into her pocket as the pathologist turned around when she didn't respond.
"What?" Asked Brennan, her face flushed as her brain worked in overdrive to see if she actually heard what was asked.
"I asked where you got that shirt, it's clearly too big for you." Cam asked again.
"It's Booth's." She answered distractedly, biting her lip.
Angela gave a small squeal. "How exactly did it find its way into your closet, let alone the front of it for me to grab?" Angela pestered, turning the radio off so she could listen to her friend, whose voice went soft.
"The button fell off and I offered to fix it. I guess I must have put it in with my laundry." Brennan answered. "But I don't understand why I had to wear it."
"It's not like you to give into stereotypes, Doctor Brennan." Teased Cam, with a sly smile playing on her lips.
Brennan rolled her eyes and again folded her arms tightly around herself. "He doesn't have the dexterity to handle a needle." She frowned, knowing that both women were trying to avoid her questions.
Angela squealed again, as they pulled into a parking lot of a church, the same church that Booth had taken her after the Gravedigger had kidnapped her and Hodgins. Her stomach fluttered, something that she wasn't used to, thinking about when she had sat next to him on the pew as he prayed.
"Sweetie?" Angela asked, holding the car door open for her. Brennan snapped out of her revere and climbed out of the car, before being lead inside the church by the women. "Did you know this is the oldest church in Washington D.C.?"
The anthropologist shook her head negatively as they walked up the long stairway to a side door. From the door they traveled down a long hallway to a room at the opposite end of the church, passing a chapel that was in the process of being decorated. Brennan looked back, recognizing some of the people in the room, only to have a door shut in her face.
"Was that Zack?" Asked Brennan, turning to face Cam and Angela and taking notice of the room, the room had been some kind of school room with undersized chairs to match the undersized tables.
The women looked to each other and both shoot their head negatively. "Why would Zack be at a church?" Asked Angela as she walked to a closet and pulled out a long garment bag.
"Good point." Brennan answered with a shrug, looking around the room to the paintings that hung on the wall, at a glance the name Parker Booth stood out from the pictures as she stepped closer to look at it.
"Take off your clothes, sweetie. We've got to get you in your dress." Angela said.
"Is there a reason we are at a church?" Asked Brennan with a frown and didn't comply with Angela's request.
"As a request of Caroline Julian." Said Cam with a smile, the forensic anthropologist frowned and frowned.
Before Brennan could ask what the woman had to do with them being at a church, Angela began take control. "Take off your clothes so we can get you into the dress."
Without complaint, she unbuttoned her top for the second time and laid it gently on the chair at her right followed closely by her jeans. Angela and Cam pulled the dress out of the bag and held it for her to climb into; without a word she slipped into it as she started to put the pieces together-church, hair do, and white dress. Basic math placed adding the three together equaled a wedding.
The dress was pulled up and zipped up before she turned to look at the mirror in the corner with the words 'Jesus loves you' etched on the top. The dress was strapless, except for a strap that hung on her right shoulder, and fell to the floor and the matching strappy shoes on her feet. Angela and Cam watched with a huge smile on their face, like cheschire cats with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Sweetie." Sighed Angela and wiped a tear from her eye as Cam pinned the veil to the back of her head.
A knock on the door startled the three women as Angela fluttered to the door and opened it a crack before sliding pass and letting the person into the room. The room grew quiet, except for the closing of a door, as another figure stood next to her in the mirror.
"Tempe, you look amazing." Said the voice, belonging to Russ.
The woman turned and threw her arms around the man. "Russ?" She said from her arms. "What are you doing here?"
"We worked out a deal and I got out early." Russ said with a smile, before stepping back and admiring her dress.
"When . . . How . . .?" For once in her live Temperance Brennan was speechless.
"Let's not worry about that right now, I've got something for you." Russ had a soft smile on his face, he stood behind her and secured a necklace around her neck. "This was moms, I found it after they left." The necklace held a small chain with a tiny silver dolphin shining on the end of it. Brennan gasped as she looked at it. "Dad says he gave that to her on her wedding night."
"It's beautiful." She whipsered.
Another knock from the door and it was Angela peeking though the door, "Come on, Sweetie, it's time."
"Time for what, exactly?" Asked Brennan, as a look of confusion filled her features, Russ took her hand and led her out the door.