its about to get good, i promise! (insert funny disclaimer joke) i dont own bones
Brennan sighed, and sat up. She had fallen asleep on the couch. At least she didn't have a headache anymore, but now she was sore from sleeping in a weird position. She jumped at the loud knocks coming from her door. She walked quickly to the door, and opened it tentatively. She smiled when she saw the person standing outside the door.
"Angela! I thought you were off in Europe!" Angela smiled.
"Well, I was, but the painter guy turned out to be a tattoo artist, so here I am!" She smiled cheerfully at Brennan and pulled her into a warm embrace. Brennan smiled and hugged back. She was glad that her friend was here for her.
"Now, we need to discuss what happened between you and Booth." Brennan rolled her eyes.
"Ange…" Angela raised her hand to stop her.
"No Brennan, we really do. And let me tell you one thing, he is smitten over you." Brennan looked at Angela a little too hopefully.
"You think so?" Angela giggled.
"Of course! And I must say you look a little smitten too." She wagged her eyebrows, and nudged her friend. Brennan blushed.
"No…I can't be…I…" Angela squealed, then immediately clasped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell, I mean with your hangover and all." Brennan smiled.
"Don't worry about it, it's gone." Angela smiled.
"Excellent. Now, back to Booth, what are you going to do?" Brennan shrugged.
"I have no idea. Normally I would ask you but you are so insistent on getting us together that I don't think that would be such a good idea." Angela smiled.
"Well, talk to him about it. Tell him what happened." Brennan stood up, with a look of shook on her face.
"Are you crazy?" Angela shook her head.
"No, you two need to work through this together." Brennan sighed.
"I know." Angela nodded, and smiled as Brennan's cell phone went off.
"Pretend I was never here." Angela whispered, and crept out of the room. Brennan rolled her eyes, and picked up the phone.
"Brennan."
"Hey Bones, it's Booth." Brennan bit her lip before responding.
"Hey Booth."
"Um, listen, could I possibly meet you somewhere so we can talk?" Brennan nodded, before realizing she was on the phone.
"Yeah, when and where?" Booth smiled, he loved how she was so blunt. What you see is what you get…
"The diner, in about forty minutes okay?"
"Yes, I'll see you then." Brennan hung up the phone and dashed to her closet. She searched vainly for something to wear. She decided on a black, clingy silk tank top and tight jeans. She put on her favorite jade earrings and necklace and her black stilettos and ran out of the door, grabbing the envelope with letter and essay, her make-up bag, and brush in the process. She was going to look beautiful for him, so he would know how she felt when she was around him.
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Booth smiled as he put down the phone and walked to his car. He was already dressed and ready to go. He stopped in front of the car door and stared down at the envelope which held her essay. He hoped that she would be able to understand what he did and why he did it. He really did respect her privacy, he just had to know. He got into the black SUV and smiled at his phone.
"Hey bud."
"Hi Daddy! Guess what?"
"What?"
"The lady at the camp said that I was the bestest swimmer in the group!" Booth laughed.
"Good job kiddo! Are you swimming really fast?"
"Yeah! The fastest! And guess what else?"
"What?"
"I made…a robot!" He shouted. Booth stopped what he was doing in shock.
"A-a robot?"
"Yeah! I made it for Dr. Bones, it's gonna be a surprise. Don't tell her okay?"
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Stick a needle in your eye?" Booth laughed at his son's addition.
"Yeah, stick a needle in my eye."
"Okay, I got to go! Bye Daddy I love you!"
"I love you too; did you talk to your mom?"
"Um, no. I just wanted to talk to you." Booth was touched at his son's words. Maybe he was a good father to him after all.
"You know you should call her." He heard Parker sigh.
"Okay Daddy I will. Bye-bye! I love you!"
"I love you too Parker." Booth heard the line go dead. He put the phone down reluctantly and started the car. While he did want to see Brennan, he missed his son a lot. He smiled at the thought of Parker making a robot for Brennan…Bones is gonna flip…
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Brennan sat nervously at their table in the diner. She smiled as she heard the bell tinkle and knew it was Booth. She smiled as he wheeled himself around and sat down. She smiled when he looked her over. She had the sudden urge to stand up and twirl around, but she didn't know why. The things this man did to her…
"Looking nice Bones." He smirked. Brennan smiled and nodded.
"You too." Booth smiled, and looked down at the envelope in his hand.
"So, I wanted to talk to you about what I found in my envelope." Brennan smiled and held up hers.
"That's funny, because I did too." Booth smiled.
"Well, mine is from Dr.Wyatt. He meant to give me my essay but end up giving me yours." Brennan smiled.
"Me too." Booth nodded, and then bit his lip.
"Booth are you okay?" The concern in her voice touched him, and he smiled.
"Yeah. I read your essay." Brennan chuckled.
"I read yours too. It was very interesting." Booth smiled.
"So I guess you know my secret." Brennan smiled.
"And you know mine." The two held eye contact, searching for any sign that they had a mutual understanding. Booth smirked. He knew that it had been there all along. Brennan smiled back, realizing that for once in her life, it was okay to be vulnerable. Suddenly Booth's cell phone rang. Blushing, he grabbed his phone, extending one finger to indicate that he wouldn't be long.
"Booth." His face grew dark. "When did this happen?" His sadness changed into anger. "Why didn't you watch him closer? What? No I am NOT okay! I am coming to pick him up! HE'S IN THE HOSPITAL?!" Brennan looked at him in panic, praying that he wasn't talking about Parker. Booth snapped his phone shut and stood up. Brennan stood up as well, and followed him outside the door.
"What happened Booth?" Booth didn't turn around, but muttered a word under his breath. "Booth, I-"
"Parker's hurt okay? He hit his head! Jesus Bones! Will you just leave me alone, please? You're always in the way!" Brennan stood still as she watched Booth storm off and speed away. Her cell phone began ringing.
"Brennan."
"Hey sweetie, how did your lunch go?" Brennan didn't answer, but started crying instead. She knew she had made a huge mistake.
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...sniff sniff poor Bones...anyways r&r!