The Waffle Iron
(Inspired by LuverofBones on The Boneyard)
An extremely drunk Temperance Brennan contemplated her waffle iron. It was very shiny. She could see herself in it. Hi me! She waved.
The waffle iron had a handle. It wasn't shiny like the rest of the iron. It was a black plastic. She opened the iron. It was a bumpy black abyss. Just like Booth she decided.
Booth's memory was something that had been on her mind every other moment since he came out of his coma. Even drunk Dr. Brennan was thinking about him. It was a true sign of how much she loved him. And she wasn't denying that love to herself. However she was denying it to him. He didn't need that burden.
She wonders what it would take to have him gain his memory back. There were some hallucinogenics that might work… Maybe if they put the brain on a treadmill it would get jogged enough… Perhaps his brain was just really hungry for waffles. Maybe if she hit him on the head with the waffle iron his brain would get its waffles.
Or maybe simply the act of hitting him over the head would fix it.
Where is the waffle mix? She wondered. Thinking about them had made her crave them. Drat. She couldn't find the mix.
Wait a minute. This was Booth's apartment. Why was she at Booth's apartment?
She heard the front door open, and a man grunt as he kicked off his shoes. She dropped down to the floor, afraid to be found in his apartment. She started wondering how she got in.
Oh right. She'd gotten the key because of his stupid memory loss. Why did he have to go and loose his memory? What right did he have?
She saw Booth standing over her. Blushing, she stood up, looking away from Booth, and at the waffle iron.
"Hiya Bones," said Booth, looking thoroughly amused to have found a drunken Bones on his kitchen floor.
She snapped and grabbed the waffle iron. Surely it would bring back his memories!
*BANGBANGBANG*
"Who are you?"
"Damn it!"
***
Dr. Brennan gasped as she woke up. She was in Booth's guest bed.
"Morning sleepyhead," said Booth.
Brennan was still trying to get a million questions straight in her head, but she decided to ask the most pertinent one.
"Did I hit you with a waffle iron while drunk to try and bring back your memory?"
Booth just laughed.
Did you enjoy it?