This story contains post-6.2 spoilers (cause this idea is based on a story line I heard floating around Twitter awhile back… I assume there's some truth to them). However, it's not in canon with what I've heard about the next few episodes either. I'm spoiler-ish-free.
Also, I wrote this before I learned Kathryn Winnick was some kind of martial arts aficionado. Hopefully, her character lacks in that department? Maybe? : )
Other than the sentence generator, my inspiration for this comes from a recent GMMRTV interview with HH and TJ Thyne, where the latter comments on the Hannah-issue: "my feeling is if Brennan goes up against someone who is vivacious and sexy and sassy and smart and has it all and can fight and in the end, [Brennan] wins her man, then God, you're going to be so much more excited for her!"
With that attitude in mind, *Calling kick-ass Brennan, back to the stage*
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Randomly Generated Sentence Inspiration: The martial girl bellows bold.
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"That's almost everything," Booth exclaimed, as he looked nervously around at the boxes that filled his apartment. 'Girls come with a lot of stuff,' he thought.
"I think there are just a couple of boxes left in the truck and then we can drive it back to the rental place," Hannah said, walking in behind Booth with a box in her arms, as she took inventory of the living room.
"Yes, there are just two boxes left," Brennan said, as she followed the couple into the apartment with another box. "I'll go back down and get one."
"I'll join you and then we can call it a day," Hannah said, as she kissed Booth's cheek and made her way through the maze of boxes to the door to follow Brennan.
"I can't thank you enough for offering to help me move my things in. It would have taken twice as long without you," Hannah said graciously, as they walked out of the building.
"That is incorrect, given that there were three of us, and if you remove me from the equation you and Booth do not equal half."
"I was never very good at math in school. So, I'll have to chalk up my mistaken fractions to that time period," Hannah replied with a smile, suddenly used to Brennan's not-so-normal mannerisms and forthrightness.
Brennan smiled and replied "It's never too late to learn." She continued toward the truck as Hannah stopped for a moment to shake her head. Seeley's partner was interesting, to say the least.
"Will you stay for dinner, as a thank you for all of your help today?"
"I have other plans this evening and need to get home and change before I leave. But thank you for the offer," Brennan replied.
"Of course, we'll have to make it up to you another night this week. I insist." Brennan nodded politely without answering, and started to lift the last box from the truck as Hannah stopped her.
"Temperance, I just want to say thank you for, well, not disliking me. I've met some of Seeley's friends and Rebecca and especially Parker, but they all seem a little cold towards me. I'm sure that'll change with time, but I've never felt that around you. So, thank you for that."
Brennan nodded in understanding. "The people you've met are all Booth's family, in one way or another. They just feel very protective of him, and will continue to be until they see reason not to. You'll just have to give them time."
"And you're not part of that overprotective crowd?"
"I can, objectively, see that you make Booth happy. And his happiness is really all that matters to me. So long as you continue to make Booth happy, you and I won't have a problem."
Hannah smiled, refreshed by Brennan's honesty, and wanted to say thank you. But before she could get another word in edgewise, Brennan placed her gripped Hannah's forearm to gain her attention.
"Booth is a good man. He doesn't lie. He doesn't cheat. He wears his heart on his sleeve, metaphorically speaking of course. He is extremely overprotective of everyone he loves, and there isn't anything he wouldn't do to help someone. He works endless hours, every day because he feels he owes the universe some sort of trade for all the lives he's taken in the past. Parker is the most important person in the world to him, and if anyone tries to come between him and his son, they might as well not have existed before. Booth isn't just a good man. He's the best kind of man there is. He's my partner and my friend, and even if I wrote a hundred more best sellers, there's no amount of money, no amount of anything I could give him to repay all that he's given me. I remember that you said you started taking a kick-boxing course at that new gym in Woodley Park. That's a nice cardio workout, I'm sure, but I would like to take this moment to remind you that I have advance training in three forms of martial arts, was an excellent shot long before an Army-Ranger-trained-sniper started taking me to the range for practice, and I know people who kill for a living."
Brennan takes a breath and a smile builds across her face as she finishes her thought. "My point in telling you all this is that if you hurt Booth in any way, those people he considers family who are acting cold towards you now will be the least of your problems. Trust me."
Hannah doesn't move as Brennan removes her hand from her arm and reaches up into the truck bed to grab the latch and lock it.
"Let's get these last boxes inside," Brennan says, walking past Hannah with a smirk as the woman looks just a little stunned from the end of that encounter.
As they walk back into the apartment, Booth studies both women, still not entirely sure what to make of the fact that Bones is here, helping another woman move into his life.
"Bones, you wanna stay for dinner?" he asks, noticing that Hannah already moved quietly to a box on the far side of the room to begin unpacking it.
"I can't, I have somewhere to be tonight. You two, have a good evening," she said with a voice that made Booth suspicious.
He followed her to the door, a hesitant smile forming on his mouth. "Thanks for everything Bones. Really," he said, at a loss for other words.
Wanting to keep her voice from betraying her, she nodded with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and turned to walk away. From her position in the apartment, Hannah could only tell that the look Booth bestowed upon his partner lingered to a point she felt compelled to look away. And suddenly, all of these boxes with her life and her world in them, brought up three flights of stairs, felt lonely and out of place in 'their' home.
-*B*B*-
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A girl can dream it'll be totally awkward for Hannah, right? :) Three cheers for Brennan? (Why cheer to yourself when the review button is right here…)