A/N:- Back again, you say? Yes, that would be correct. I just can't keep away. Well, I responded to a lot of the reviews I received with similar comments, and decided that because I was being so mean, ending it like that, that I would give a few hints about what she was going to do. I doubt anyone'll get it right. If you do, you can have a gold star and a cookie. Oooh and maybe another hint. If I'm feeling nice. So, oui Thanks for the reviews. I love hearing your comments – whether they be good or bad.
Oooh and this one's for Nicole. Stop writing weird reviews It's freaking me out:P
Disclaimer:-I do not own Bones, Seeley, Temperance or anyone else. Blah, Blah, Blah. I wish I did. They belong to the wonderful Fox and Kathy Reichs. I admit it – I'm jealous. I don't own any of the songs in this chapter either. Don't ask me why I chose them particular songs – I just like them. Nuff Said. Get reading! P)
Chapter Three
Temperance looked at her, and then at Booth, who was moving his thumb over the edge of the glass he had in front of him. She sighed, and made her decision.
You can sing your way into anything
"Sweetie. What are you doing?" Angela asked, a puzzled expression on her face. She watched as her best friend downed a shot, and grabbed a jelly tot and ate that as well.
"What? Is that not allowed?" She asked, pouting. She glanced at Booth, whose eyes were wide. "Well, I've had two partners right. One of them," She indicated at the bowl of jelly tots. "I didn't fall in love with. The other." Nodding at the empty glass she had placed in front of her. "I've fallen for. Simple as that."
Angela shook her head, bewildered. Only Temperance Brennnan could come up with something like that. Wait, two partners?Booth and Sully... Hold on a second... My, oh my. Little Miss Logical let a little something slip there. You haven't fooled me, missy. She grinned, and turned to her best friend.
"Makes sense. Just depends on which partner you're referring to for which, though, doesn't it?" She winked, and glanced at Booth, who was still looking dazed. Brennan pursed her lips, and stared at Angela, who shrugged and grinned back at her.
"Maybe we should play another game..." Booth suggested quietly, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Well what do you suggest, Booth?" Temperance asked, sarcastically. Way to go, Temperance. Start an argument why don't you. And why is Angela grinning like that? What? What do you want? Stop grinning already
"Oh I don't know..." He started.
"Truth or Dare! Truth or Dare!" Angela squealed, jumping up. "Come on, guys! We can make it more..." She coughed suggestively "for adults."
"No! No way. I'd rather do Karaoke than play one game of Truth or Dare with you." Cam exclaimed, horrified. "I can imagine the kind of questions that you'd come up with."
"We will play truth or dare." Booth began, in a thoughtful manner, "But I do like the idea of a quick sing-song. That was a great idea of yours, Cam. Karaoke, peoples?"
"I don't see what harm it'll do." Zach provided, rationally.
The rest of the group shrugged their agreement. Angela squealed, and jumped up off the floor. She dashed from the room, a wide grin on her face.
"She's gone to the car." Hodgins explained, at seeing the others' confused looks. "To get the karaoke machine she insisted on bringing."
"How did she even know to bring it?" Booth asked, amused.
"She really does think of everything..." Temperance muttered, shaking her head.
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Angela returned, minutes later, with the said karaoke machine in her hands. It wasn't very big – about the size of a CD player – but had a small television screen on top of it. She placed a stack of booklets into the middle of the circle, and indicated for everyone to look through them.
"Right. Everyone is going to sing. Everyone."
Cam gulped, and Booth's face whitened.
"What?" Angela demanded. "Did you really believe you could just sit there on your comfy backsides and be amused by mine and Hodgins appalling voices?"
"Um, excuse me? What about my rubbish voice??" Temperance asked, quietly.
"Oh, shush. You know fully well that you've got a wonderful voice." She frowned. "Like an angel, in fact." Brennan raised her eyebrows, and Angela shook her head.
"Right, who's going to go first." Hodgins asked, taking charge. "Angela?"
"Why not? I suppose I'm going to have to embarrass myself eventually. Why not get it over and done with now?" She shrugged, and began searching through one of the books, looking for the perfect song.
Abba?A little Celine Dion? Nah, the boys won't appreciate that one... Yes! Got it!
She whispered something into Hodgins' ear, and he smiled, apparently satisfied with her choice. She put a CD into the machine, and the music slowly began to play. She held the microphone to her mouth, and burst into song.
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mould that I am in
Her voice was raspy, and out of tune, but no one seemed to care. They were more interested in the lyrics than Angela's voice.
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road
Get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
Booth began to sway softly, and Temperance watched him, mesmerized. Cam began singing along with Angela, and when the chorus came about, the whole group were singing – even Temperance was following the words on the screen, attempting to join in.
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leaveFingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway
Like branches in a storm
Change of weather
Still together when it ends
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Booth gasped at the words, forgetting about everyone in the room. It was as if the song was written for him and his Bones, in his opinion. He would go anywhere if it would lead him to her. He just hoped she knew that.
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling
And I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it will bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
Temperance sighed, taking in the beautiful lyrics. Why have I never heard this song before? It's absolutely wonderful.
You may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeahThere's a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hairOh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Whoa, yeah
Angela smiled at the group, and returned to the circle, still smiling.
"Well, that was fun. Who's next?"
Temperance shook out of the trance that she was in. How could a song make her feel so strange inside?
"I'll go next, if that's okay?" Booth offered, grabbing the microphone off Angela. He changed the track, and turned towards Temperance.
"Bones. Just listen. Okay?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and the music began.
I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope
I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
'cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning, yeah
She gasped, surprised by his voice. It wasn't brilliant, nor was it bad. It was just... alright. He sang each word softly, emotion showing in his face, his eyes. He caught her eye, and she smiled.
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on meAnd when the stars are shining
Brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish, send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
Pleasure in the certainty
That we're surrounded by the
Comfort and protection of The highest power
In lonely hours
The tears devour you
His voice shook. Is she getting it? Does she understand what I'm trying to tell her? I'm risking everything here – our friendship, our partnership. God, I hope I'm not making a mistake. This could easily be the biggest mistake of my life. He caught her eye again, and noticed her frown. Her eyes were etched with confusion, then understanding, then confusion once more. He paused, and continued singing.
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on meOh can't ya see it babyYou don't have to close your eyes
'cause it's standing right before you
All that you need will surely comeI'll be your dream
I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope
I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea
I wanna lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on meI wanna stand with you on a mountain
I wanna bathe with you in the sea, yeah
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me
He took a bow, and with a grin, handed the microphone back to Angela, who was looking as if she'd died and gone to heaven, or as if christmas had come early – whichever expression you want to use. In short – she looked ecstatic.
Booth sat back down, next to Temperance. She glanced at him, and smiled.
Did she get it? He thought. She got it. I'm certain of it. And she hasn't kicked my ass to Jupiter. Well, that's something, at least.
"My go." Temperance exclaimed, and began flicking through the book in front of her. She grinned, and muttered her choice to Angela, who nodded. She stood up, and took the microphone Hodgins was offering to her. She moved it slowly to her lips, and began to sing.
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(A/N:- Well, I don't know what to think of this chapter. I don't know whether to love it, or whether to hastily delete it and vow never to write such a thing ever again. I suppose you readers can be the judge of that. Well, 19 reviews later, you finally have an update. This time I'm looking for 25 reviews, if that's possible, because I'm really busy at the moment, and want to hold off updating as long as possible. So, more reviews, quicker I'll update. Simple. Last chapter I had 18 reviews in 10 hours! In case you don't know, (which you should, and probably do) the song Angela sung is 'Sunday Morning' by Maroon 5, and the one that Booth sung is 'Truly Madly Deeply' by Savage Garden. Like I said at the beginning of this, I don't know why I chose those particular songs, but I hope I made okay choices. I haven't decided on which song to do for Brennan, but I have a couple of ideas. Let me know if you know of a song that you think would be perfect for her. - holbonesfan)