Finally chapter 5! There is a funny story about it ;) This isn't the original word that I chose for this chapter at first! I had another word and another idea, but it turned out to be too different from the idea of this story, so that other chapter, called "Entropy" became a little oneshot on its own. Go check it out, it will be published very soon!

So, about this chapter, like the previous ones it's just fun and fluff, it's set in the future and there are no spoilers at all,. Once again you get to decide when the future is ;)

Thanks to the great Shin/Bonesbird for her beta work and always amazing feedback. Bones? Still not mine. I'm just playing with the characters.

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Eyelash

"Bones, wait!" he called out of breath running after her on the stairs.

"Booth, I'm already late!" she yelled back at him, without turning.

"Oh come on, what's the hurry?" he struggled to keep up with her.

"I have to do an analysis of this scapula" she said waving the little metal tray and almost making the bone fly out of it.

"Be careful, Bones, I don't really want a scapulula hit me on the head!" he warned her, saying the name of the bone wrong on purpose hoping he'd get the reaction he wanted.

"Scapula, Booth, it's scapula." she corrected absently. Not the reaction he had hoped for.

He took a breath and sprinted up the stairs, surpassing her, stopping in front of her and actually managing to make her stop.

"Booth! I told you I'm late!" she said annoyed.

"Can we at least talk about it please?" he begged her.

"No, we already discussed it. I have a book signing and I'm going. Alone." she sighed, emphasizing the last word. "I have to go!" she said, bypassing him and continuing her climb of the Jeffersonian stairs.

Once again he was left behind, trying to keep up with his infuriating partner. How could she walk that fast was always a mystery to him, but that she could walk up the stairs like this now? She couldn't be human. He sighed and run after her.

"Bones, please! Maybe I was a little overprotective before…" he started but she suddenly interrupted him.

"A little? Is that the understatement of the millennium?" she said sarcastically turning to look at him.

"Century, Bones… it's century, not…" he was met with a glare "…but, you know, you could say millennium too!" he laughed.

"I'm a big girl, Booth, I can take care of myself!" she scowled.

"I know that, Bones, believe me, I know that… I'm just…" he trailed off, looking at her. God, she was beautiful. Even angry and out of breath, she was breathtaking.

"You were just being your usual alpha male self, I know." she said, her voice softer as she caught him staring at her. "Oh, don't look at me like that, please."

He shook his head slightly and looked at her confused. "Look at you like what?"

"Like…like I was some kind of statue."

"A statue? Believe me Bones, I'm definitely not looking at you like you were a statue. You're way too beautiful to be a statue" he winked.

"And here we go with the flattering again." her eyes rolled "You're still not coming with me." she said as she leaned on the wall.

"You look tired, you should go home" he suggested, gently placing one hand on her shoulder and rubbing the tense muscle.

"You made me run on the stairs, it's your fault." she sighed "All of it." she added raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't make you run, you started running on your own. And, as for the other thing," he said smiling "I'm not really sorry" he laughed.

"Neither am I… usually. Only in these occasions when I can't climb a flight of stairs without feeling like I climbed Everest I am a little less excited about it." she smiled. "Or when it gets you overly alpha male like before." she added narrowing her eyes at him.

"And here we go with the 'I can take care of myself' thing again" he quoted her sentence from before.

"Because I do!" she insisted.

"And again, I know you do! It's just that your book signings have proved themselves not to be the safest place ever, if you remember." he replied, reminding himself of her previous publisher, murdered just outside one of those signings, that since that damn case they always gave him the creeps.

She glared at him as he stepped closer "I just want you to be safe." he whispered and gave her a gentle kiss, which she instantly deepened.

"Don't touch the scapula, you have no gloves." she said breathless when they parted, reminding him of the little tray still between them.

"Oh don't worry, I don't want to touch the scapulula… not that one anyway" he winked at her as she glared at him again for saying the name wrong again, but this time she didn't even bothered to correct him. "And besides" he added "There is more than just a little tray here in the middle!" he laughed as his hand travelled from her hair to her expanded abdomen.

She looked down smiling and placed her own hand over his.

"Promise you'll be safe?" he asked softly.

"Always" she whispered looking up to meet his concerned eyes. "You too."

"I promise." he said kissing her nose as she giggled.

"I really have to go now, I'm running late." she sighed, starting to climb the rest of the stairs.

"Hey, no running anymore, I don't want to have to carry you if you get too tired." he followed her.

She shot him a glance "I'm not sure about that, I think you'd love if you had to carry me" she mocked him.

"Not when your weight is doubled like right now! What about my back?" he teased her and immediately regretted it when she stopped and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Do you mean I'm fat?" she glared.

"Not fat" he defended himself "Seven months pregnant! Big difference!" he laughed.

"Yeah, sure." she said starting to walk away. "I preferred the flattery." she muttered.

"Bones, wait!" he said, holding gently her arm.

"What!" she said exasperated, turning to face him again,.

"Eyelash" he smiled, reaching out to her cheek with his hand and removing the little hair.

She looked at him without moving.

"What?" he said confused.

"I… nothing. Never mind." she tried to turn away from him again, but this time he was faster.

"What is it, Bones?" he insisted.

"I…" she blushed "I wanted to do the eyelashes thing…" she mumbled.

"The eyelashes thing?" he asked, more and more confused.

"The… wish on the eyelash" she turned purple and it finally dawned on him. Girl stuff.

"I didn't know you even knew that thing! Leave alone believing in it!" he chuckled.

"I saw Angela do it a few times… but it's not important, it's just …" she turned for the umpteenth time but he interrupted her and gently turned her back to him, arm extended and the little eyelash visible on his fingertip.

"Come on, Bones, blow and make your wish." he whispered, his eyes locking with hers.

She smiled, closed her eyes and blew the eyelash off his finger. When she opened her eyes again she found him smiling at her with that look on his face, that look that she could only react to in one way. She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. "Thanks" she murmured against his lips.

"So, what did you wish for?" he asked cheerily as they resumed their walk up the stairs, this time holding hands, fingers intertwined.

"That you were less of an annoying alpha male." she answered.

"What a waste of your wish!" he laughed

"Well, you are not supposed to tell anyone your wishes!" she chuckled.

"So that wasn't your wish" he said relieved. "Can you tell me the real one?".

"Nope, otherwise it won't come true!".

"I still want to come with you to that signing." he teased.

"And I still won't let you" she replied calmly as they finally reached the end of the stairway.

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