I am sorry this is short, and that it took so long to update. Musie abandoned me until about two this afternoon. I have another chap written, and am typing right now! I don't own Bones...
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"Bones, are you sure you're ok? What happened?" Booth questioned, tugging his sweatshirt over her head after they had sat down in the back of the class.
"I'm fine, Booth. Stop fussing." She said, slightly annoyed and slightly amazed at how much he cared.
"Tempe! Can you assist me please?" Mr. Yaz asked, waving his glove clad hand and brandishing his blowtorch. She stood and after an encouraging nudge from Booth, headed up to where Mr. Yaz was holding a lab coat for her. Donning it along with a pair of goggles, she stood beside the science teacher who was practically hopping with excitement.
"Good, good. Hold this please." He handed her a long metal pole with a hot dog on the end. Hot dog? She thought, wondering what he was up to. When he lit the blow torch and pointed it at the hot dog, she understood completely. The flame touched the 'dog, and the skin immediately began to wrinkle as it cooked. Soon it was turning black and smoking pretty bad. Yaz shut off the blowtorch.
"Now that-" He pointed to the burnt and smoking hot dog with one hand, raising his glasses to the top of his head with the other, "Is more or less what happens to flesh when it is burned in a fire. Welcome to Forensic Pathology/ Anthropology 101, class. Now let's see what happens when fire comes into contact with bone." Reaching down, he pulled a few chicken bones out of a box on the floor. Placing them on a metal tray, he took the torch to them for about two minutes. Pulling back, he motioned to Brennan.
"What do you see, Tempe?" He asked softly, as she bent over the bones. After a few moments of studying, Brennan spoke.
"The heat has cracked the bones in such a way that you can see the path of the flame. The deeper faults are where the flame has been." Looking up, she saw Yaz looking slightly stunned.
"Ya know, Bone Lady, I was looking for a simple 'There are some black lines on the chicken bone."
Just then, the bell rang causing a mad rush for the door.
"Read chapter three! Quiz Friday!!" Mr. Yaz yelled at the retreating class. "Tempe, can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked. Brennan nodded, and then tuned to find Booth waiting for her.
"I'll catch up with you later." She said.
"We have study hall next. Mr. Keenan's room." He replied, shooting her one last glance before heading out the door.
"Tempe-" Mr. Yaz started, putting his goggles down. "I heard what happened at lunch, and I just wanted to say, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'd be glad to listen. Even though it may not seem like you got a great reception here at BC High, I'm glad you decided to come. You are the first student in ten years of teaching to mention the fault lines in the bone. Did you ever think of becoming a Forensic Anthropologist?"
Brennan smiled. "Where do you think Booth got that crazy nickname? I keep telling him to stop calling me 'Bones', but he never listens."
"Think of it more as a term of endearment. Now, you'd better hurry to your next class before Seeley busts himself out, looking for you." He said with a smile.
"Thank you for everything."
"That's what I'm here for."
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Brennan slid in next to Booth in Mr. Keenan's class. It wasn't your normal off the wall study hall- everyone was either working or talking quietly. Mr. Keenan sat in the back of the class at his desk, reading the paper.
"So Bones, you gonna tell me what happened at lunch?" Booth asked again, turning around in his desk to face her.
"I got in a fight. Nothing new." Brennan said, shrugging.
"Nothing new?! This happens a lot?"
"Well, I'm always the 'new kid' or the 'nerd, or 'that foster kid'. People think it's funny to try to beat me up. I've learned to fight back."
"Well, try to control yourself. I thought we were 'lying low! Getting in a fight won't help." Softening his tone and his gaze, Booth continued, "There are only two weeks left until your birthday. Remember- we just have to make it to then." Then, the intercom crackled.
"TEMPERANCE BRENNAN TO THE MAIN OFFICE." The voice wheezed.
Both Booth and Brennan froze, staring at each other in fear.
