To be honest I was shocked at the very enthusiastic response to the last chapter, though it is deeply appreciated. I have decided with this chapter to do a slight reversal of fortune for poor Sweets. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
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"OW!" Sweets practically shouted as the head set was gingerly placed over his head and the ear phones put in place.
"Oh I'm sooo sorry Lancelot!" Daisy practically gushed as she rubbed some more salve on Sweets' head.
"That's okay, Daisy," Sweets assured her, though he winced as he said it. "Could you let me take this one privately?"
"Sure," Daisy said with a smile. She gave him a careful kiss and then smiled widely. "I'll be right outside the door if you need me."
"Thanks," he smiled back. He frowned when the door closed and he looked at the comm set up. Now his regular torture was going to be in a hospital room. The same room he'd been in five months before when he'd overdosed on the Viagra. Thank God he hadn't developed a priapism, but it had been touch and go for a while. His dick still ached a bit when he had sex with Daisy. Booth had been pleased that the whole sharing of Brennan for a night was no longer even a damn blip on the radar screen, but Sweets still felt he'd been given the royal shaft for what he'd had to do to make that possible. A ten hour hard on! He hadn't even wanted to think about anything remotely relating to sex for a month afterward. Even now the idea of laying down and submitting to Daisy made him a bit anxious until he would climax and his hard on diminish, proving that poor Lancelot was in good working order once more. With a sigh, he pressed the connect button, opening the link.
"Sweets!" Booth's image and voice came piping through. He seemed happy.
"Hi, Booth," Sweets said.
"I gotta say, Sweets, damn good job last night!" Booth told him, once more letting it be known he had spies everywhere.
"Good job?" Sweets almost swallowed his tongue. "Dude, I have no hair left on my head! My eyebrows are nonexistent, to boot, and I have many first and a few second degree burns on my scalp! That's not good, it's a disaster!"
"You're missing the point, Sweets," Booth said good naturedly.
"And just what is the point?" Sweets asked sarcastically.
"You proved that you have your priorities straight, Sweets!" Booth crowed in delight. "It took a while, and you had a few missteps along the way, but last night you proved that you'd do anything to keep Bones celibate until she gets home to Daddy!"
"You do realize that calling yourself Daddy in that particular context has some rather interesting psychological implications," Sweets pointed out.
"Freud was a pervert, Sweets," Booth said sourly. "Now back to business. Nice save on keeping Bones away from the tiki torch guy. I couldn't have done better myself."
"Booth, I tripped as I walked up to the guy to see if I could ask him some questions and he went flying and the torch landed on me," Sweets pointed out. He didn't know why he was trying to be honest, but it seemed the right thing to do. He had to admit, though, that Brennan had seemed quite taken with the muscle bound torch juggler up until that point, so there had been an up side to his going up in flames. Daisy having spilled a highly alcoholic drink on his head moments before hadn't helped, though.
"The result's the same, Sweets," Booth replied a bit more happily than Sweets would have preferred. It was as though the man was enjoying the pain and suffering of a friend. "Bones didn't have a chance to get to know muscle boy. That's the key. Remember that and stay focused."
"Oh, yeah. Stay focused," Sweets groused. "Booth. Do you realize I am in the hospital again? The first time was for a ten hour hard on thanks to some Viagra, which I still think was defective. And now I got torched and have no fucking hair left! So I have a question for you, DADDY. After all this BS, is Dr. Brennan going to be interested in being with Daddy, or is she going to shoot Daddy down again?"
Sweets enjoyed watching Booth's mouth open and shut like a goldfish as he tried to come up with a response. Obviously, Daddy hadn't thought that far ahead. Most likely Daddy was banking on Dr. Brennan wanting to satisfy some serious sexual urges and Daddy would be the most logical one to satisfy those urges.
"That's pessimism, Sweets, and that's a major no-no in this command," Booth finally said gruffly when his voice finally caught up with him.
"Alright, then, how are you going to accomplish your goal?" Sweets asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, Sweets, but during this last ten months of Hell, I've spent every spare moment working out," Booth smugly remarked. "My perfect symmetry, which Bones has commented on favorably in the past, is now even more perfect and buff than ever. After the meet and greet at the Reflecting Pool, I'll invite her over to the apartment for a cozy dinner and when she arrives I'll answer the door in nothing but a towel, dripping water from my highly evolved body and see what she has to say. How's that for a plan?"
"Like someone has a serious case of blue balls and is willing to stoop to new lows to get laid," Sweets bravely said.
"At least I've kept my eye on the prize, Sweets, unlike someone I know who fell all over himself like some lovesick puppy on the dock and hugging the wrong woman," Booth taunted. He was in too good a mood to rise to Sweets baiting him. Bones had not been swept off her feet by any tiki torch jugglers, she was still celibate, and Sweets was finally getting it right, even if it was by way of accident.
"Just wait, Booth," Sweets warned. "It'll be your turn in a couple of months and we'll see just how pathetic you wind up being when you first see Dr. Brennan."
"Never happen, Sweets," Booth shot back. "I am way too cool to be that pathetic."
"Dude, you went way beyond pathetic years ago where Dr. Brennan is concerned," Sweets pointed out.
"It's called a work in progress, Sweets," Booth grated out from between clenched teeth, Sweets' sudden independent streak getting on his nerves finally.
"I don't think Dr. Brennan would be too happy if she knew you were referring to her as an object of some sort," Sweets shot back.
"The RELATIONSHIP is a work in progress, Sweets," Booth pointed out. "Not Bones. I'm not that suicidal. Now I gotta go. Remember. No one touches Bones, especially the tiki torch jugglers. Don't fuck up!"
Sweets looked at the blank screen as he gingerly removed the head set. At least for once he hadn't gotten an ass chewing. Booth even seemed pleased with him. The down side was that even though he had pleased the man, he was still in Hell. He turned his head slightly and saw himself in the mirror. No hair. Not even eyebrows. No. Hell would be nice compared to this. But he looked at the bright side. Only two more months and he could go home to DC and be away from this Hell Hole for good. After that, Booth was on his own when it came to Dr. Brennan. Sweets wanted no part of it after this year of misery.
A/N: Not much, but a fun little chapter where Sweets suffers some more, but pleases Booth nonetheless. A minor plus, but Sweets would take what he could get at that point. I hope you all enjoyed this one. Gregg.