Heeeey! Been a long week, but here's a surprise update! I'm mad at school and life and just ughhh, so I'm being rebellious and writing ya'll a lovely little chapter.
Also, IN OTHER NEWS HOW ABOUT THOSE WOMAN IN WHITE PHOTOS JOANNA AND TROLLEANAZ HAVE POSTED, HUH!? IS NO ONE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS!? TUMBLR ANYBODY!? (Speaking of which ya'll should check out my Fangirling on there it's super crazy, I'm probably way too in to this Fandom. *psh!* As if.)
Disclaimer: A wise person (probably some old guy, I don't even know this is just what people say) once said that you can't lose what you never had. This might be true if I wasn't so damn sure that I'd once owned Bones. I'm almost certain of this, guys. I feel it.
The Fight That Wasn't
Takes place any time between 8x10 and 8x15
Angela and Cam stood in front of Brennan's desk, each going through x amount of papers. They sorted through and placed the papers in the necessary corresponding manila folder. They worked quietly, making comments now and again. Until their work was suddenly interrupted.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Booth, no!"
"Brennan, yes!"
Artist and Pathologist exchanged amused looks before turning around at the dup, who had – during their entrance to the office – marched themselves to the coffee table. Brennan had set down her bag and armful of papers on the coffee table and turned to face her partner. Standing up to her full height which came to just about eye-level with him.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes! Please Bones, yes!"
"No, Booth." She continued in her stern way; she wasn't about to back down.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Absolutely not, no."
"Please, would you just-"
"Hey!" Angela cut in. Both acknowledged that she was there, along with Cam, and turned to look at her.
"What is going on here?" Cam asked, hands on her hips. They weren't fighting. It was more of a position of one of them begging for a toy that the other said they couldn't have. Like a child and their mom.
Booth turned his entire body to them, now, clearing his throat and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "It's nothing." He said.
"Doesn't look like nothing to me," the artist laughed, sharing her smirk with Cam and crossing her arms over her chest, papers in her hands forgotten. "Trouble in paradise?"
Brennan gave a short laugh. "Hardly." She remarked, bending to retrieve her own papers from her bag.
"Just a squabble." Booth said lamely, trying to divert attention from the previous discussion.
"Riiight. A lover's squabble." Cam observed. "What about?"
"Look it's nothing, alright? Nothing." He shrugged it off, slowly walking away from his partner to put distance between them in hopes that that would get the other two women off his back.
Brennan turned from her bag and stood up again, quickly replying as if he hadn't spoken. "Booth wants a dog." He gave her an unbelieving 'really, Bones?' look, to which she returned with her own bratty smirk; the corner of her mouth upturned as she officially got the other two involved, which was exactly what Booth didn't want. She rounded her desk to her chair and set the papers down in front of the monitor. "And I'm saying no."
"And I'm saying yes! But see, she's so damned stubborn." He made a gesture at her, as if gripping her head between his hands. She only smiled at him.
"But Sweetie I thought you wanted a dog." Angela laughed, unbelieving of what she was hearing and knowing from past conversation that her friend did, indeed, want a dog.
"I do. But I don't want to get one now. Now when Christine is so young." She shrugged, ignoring Booth's gestures. "In a few years."
"If you're worried about safety, Dr. Brennan," Cam chimed in. "there are plenty of dogs out there that are bred for their good-natured ways and being, for lack of a better word, Godly in their behavior. They're Saint good."
"Oh no, it's not that that she's worried about," Booth hollered. "Tell 'em, Bones." He leaned his hands on the back of one of the office chairs, smiling at her with fake sweetness.
"Fine." The anthropologist turned to her friends as they continued their work on the papers. "I want Christine to remember the dog enough and have good memories of him or her when she was little, but not to be so young to where she has absolutely no memory. I myself never grew up with a dog, only one that was stuffed, so I never had the experience. If we get her a dog now, by the time she is nine or ten, the dog will be about the same age and will be on the verge of becoming too old to play with."
"See, isn't that crazy?"
"Don't call me crazy, Booth."
"I wasn't, just that your idea was crazy."
"It's not an idea, it's what I honestly think."
"It's not like you, is all I'm saying."
"I've told you this before. You are just angry this time around and are seeing things a little differently."
"No, what you said is that having a dog helps build healthy immune systems and is great for social development. You said it yourself, having a dog would benefit Christine!"
"It would, and I stand by that argument. But I didn't say we would get one now." She rested her weight on her hands as she leaned over her desk at him, brown hair framing her face.
"Oh really, because the way you were talking about it, it sounded a whole lot like getting one now was a great idea to you."
"Well I am sorry if you interpreted my usual fact relaying for wanting to jump on it right that very moment. I'll be sure to be clearer when communicating form now on."
"What? This isn't about being 'clearer' in communication, this is about getting a dog for our daughter, our family, Bones. Our home. Whether or not you were being clear, I'm just wondering if you even want a dog at all."
The two extras to the party exchanged glances again, hiding their full-blown smiles by showing small ones. Angela had to suppress the urge to scream that they should just kiss and make up already.
If they were actually fighting, then maybe she'd be worried. But the fact was that what they were doing now wasn't even really fighting. It was exactly as Booth had described it, squabbling. The conversation, for the time being, was of little importance. It was banter, but it was also a discussion, as well as them just being Booth and Brennan. It was definitely banter. Although it was a real situation they were dealing with, it would resolve itself in the end.
"Okay you two. Lower your voices," Cam smirked down at the papers in her hands. Angela nudged her. "I'm sure the last thing you want is people looking at you as they walk by."
"No, Cam, that's what you don't want," Angela laughed, handing her boss a paper for her pile.
"Hey, excuse me for being a little selfish, but I wanted to do this in your office in the first place."
"Well, Bren has papers we need. This is a lot easier, believe me." Angela looked up to see the duo eyeing each other. "Sweetie?" Nothing. "Bren." Again, silence. "Earth to Temperance, we need those papers."
"If you're through with them, that is." Cam added.
Brennan blinked then sighed, looking down through the stack of papers she had. "Here," she handed them to Cam.
Angela looked over at Booth, who was still eyeing Brennan. She grinned down at her work. "Maybe you ought to cool, huh, Hot Stuff?"
He scoffed. "Maybe you can ask her then. She was the one talking wistfully about how great it would be to have a dog."
"She's Brennan. I'm sure she's got other things regarding the subject on her mind that she's not telling you."
"I'm right here, you know." The anthropologist said from her position in her chair. She had a hand on the mouse and the other holding her chin, trying to ignore them both.
"I know," Angela said smugly. "And it's good for you to be hearing this."
"Yeah Bones. Is there something else?" Booth walked up next to Angela, looking down at his partner. He smirked, knowing from the way she quickly flicked her eyes at him that there was.
"Cam, where are the papers from the file A350? I just got an E-mail from the Director upstairs and he needs them." She ignored him. Booth just laughed.
"Uhh," the pathologist quickly looked at one of the papers from her current stack. "According to this, you should have them."
"Just gonna ignore me, Bones?"
Brennan sighed and got up from her chair. "I've got to work, Booth." She went around her desk and gave him a quick kiss. Then she turned to the coffee table for her bag.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said, walking out with a little less of the cocky air about him that he liked.
Brennan went back to her desk, appropriate files in hand, and turned to her keyboard, typing with fleeting fingers to the Director.
"So is there another reason?" Cam asked, paper clipping a set of documents.
Angela laughed. "Yeah, Sweetie, he looked kinda bummed."
Brennan held back a smile. She always liked it how things worked in their little group of friends, the way they always pressed for info. "Drop it, you two. I'll be back from the Directors' in five minutes."
"We'll take that as a yes!" Angela hollered as her friend left.
"Booth and Brennan." Cam rolled her eyes at Angela, as if that explained everything.
I loved writing this. I know I made it seem like an actual fight, because it was mostly dialogue, but in my head it was banter all the way, I promise.
And hey, I realize my writing has been extremely bad lately. I really have no excuse for that, it just has been. I don't exactly write everything word-for-word from my phone; I change up sentences and whatnot to make it sound and/or flow better. So sometimes things get chopped up and, let's face it, not everybody has a gift for writing. I'll raise my glass to that!
Thank you all for noticing my mistakes, I really don't get mad if you review and all it says is that something in one of the stories was wrong. And if you want to give me your two cents on how I'm running this show, send in something. I'm not taking requests for stories because I have a flood of stories that have yet to be published in the first place. Once I get them all out there in the world, and if I'm still motivated to do this, I'll take some requests. Maybe even start up a whole different Multi-Chapter Fic, start off fresh.
Stay beautacious and thanks for reading!