Another chapter! Just a kind of random, short one, that could in the long run have a big meaning when it comes to the overall plot, but we'll see:)
Brennan and Deni all the way! (with a dash of Hodgins, Angela, Russ and Booth's dad-you'll see what I mean.)
"Are you okay? You don't look good. I mean, not that you don't look good- because yah look great," Deni, as usual, began talking up a storm. Brennan rolled her eyes, she ordinarily would have tolerated her explanations, but tonight she was just not in the mood.
"Deni, do I look sick?" she asked, she'd do anything to hasten the rambling. 'I wonder if I bother people this much with my ravings…' she thought to herself.
"Yes. you look very sick. Do you feel okay? If not, I have Advil and Midol." Deni suggested, sitting down on the edge of her cot.
"I think I'm just…sleep deprived…" Brennan shook her head. Deni nodded.
"I'm gonna go get dinner, do you want me to grab you anything?" She asked kindly.
"No. I'll be fine. I just need some sleep." She told the young anthropologist as she pulled the thin blanket over her head. Deni nodded and began to leave.
It was true, Brennan had gotten no more than a wink of sleep. She was too busy thinking, conjuring up situations and peering into the series of events that had occurred recently. She knew that not sleeping was bad for her, but she couldn't seem to shake the images of home, of her friends, of her partner, out of her mind.
She kicked the blanket off of her and lied out flat on her back, her arms and legs spread apart, her eyes staring unmoving at the tent wall above her. Finally, as she began to focus on the point on the ceiling and blocked everything out of her mind, she began to feel every inch of her body sink deeper and deeper down.
Suddenly, from somewhere, she could hear her own voice,
"You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case and a prince. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed."
"I can't believe you couldn't get me out of this, I mean, you paid for every science lab in this joint! And to be here on a Saturday? What's wrong with America?" Jack muttered disgustedly as he slammed the car door.
"Is the first time or the last time this is gonna happen, Tempe?" Russ asked out of concern for his sister. Temperance looked upset and mumbled,
"Last."
"Well, go." Russ ordered as Tempe slung her backpack over her shoulder and slammed the door out of frustration.
**
"So you screwed up. I screw up, a lot, everybody screws up." Booth's father said, "There is nothin wrong with that. The key is, you don't get caught." Booth sighed.
"Yeah, I already got that whole talk from mom."
"You wanna screw up a game? You wanna blow your ride??" the anger in Mr. Booth's voice was rising, "No schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case!" He screeched. Booth huffed a huge sigh and left the car, wanting badly to slam it until it broke down, but afraid of the consequences.
**
"Bye, Angie." Her dad called nonchalantly as the girl stepped out of her car. Angela raised her eyebrows and began walking toward Hoover High, her bag slung over her shoulder.
Brennan was startled awake by the sound of Deni's voice.
"Hey, there. Um…Boswell had tea mix, so I made some for you." Deni smiled, handing her the steaming Styrofoam cup. Brennan blinked a few times.
"…thanks." She nodded.
"So'd you get any sleep in the three hours that I was gone?" Deni asked perkily.
"Yeah. A little." Brennan sat up, "I had a very strange dream…"
"Yeah? Tell me about it." She replied, sitting down on her cot.
"Have you ever seen The Breakfast Club?" She asked, grinning at how stupid it sounded. Deni nodded.
"It was like that, but all my friends were there…" She pressed the cup almost to her lips and blew on the boiling hot tea inside in an effort to make it remotely drinkable.
"So you dreamed you were in a movie?" She asked.
"Yeah. I was Brian, the nerd kid." She reminisced, finding it odd considering that she had been the nerd kid in high school.
"You know, I took a class on dream interpretation, and supposedly if you dream you're playing a role in a movie, it's foretelling that something from your unconscious is about to emerge or be revealed." Her eyes flashed devilishly.
"So I'm about to reveal myself?"
"In a sense…"
"Well what do you think I'm going to reveal?" Brennan asked, secretly excited, but still knowing that psychology was conjecture.
"I don't know. What's been on your mind recently?"
"Nothing much." She quipped, lying directly through her teeth.
"Oh, come on, there's got to be something that's been bothering you! If something's bothering you, that means that the thought is trying to break free of your subconscious, to reveal itself!" She added. Brennan shook her head,
"I can't think of any particular thing." Deni suddenly smiled.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Brennan asked in a slightly nervous voice.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" She grinned.
"What? No. Who?" She suddenly found herself flustered.
"Booth, wasn't it? Yeah, that was his name, Booth." Brennan gave Deni her best, 'You're crazy face' (which was not easy because she'd never made a face like that, she was simply mimicking Angela).
"Whatever you say…" Deni grinned knowingly.
"Fine. I assume that it is fair to say…that I may have been thinking about Booth. But, he's my partner and I assume it's just apart of being homesick." She added. Deni nodded in mock-agreement.
"It's okay to say that you miss him. I'm not afraid to say that I miss my partner." She added in a softer tone as she pulled her mess of hair into a sloppy bun.
Brennan found herself in a weak spot, being sick and the fact that it was so late at night…But she'd had one particular question that had been eating away at her for awhile, to be specific, the week before she'd left, the night that Booth had kissed her.
"Before you go to bed," She took in a deep breath, she couldn't believe she was about to ask this,"Would you explain to me…how one can tell when a person is simply a coworker…or is…something more than that?" She asked in unscientific terms, a deer-in-headlights look graced upon her face.
Deni had a glint of pride in her eye, and rightfully so, as she was helping one of the most cold, detached, isolated women in the world come to terms with herself.
"Dr. Brennan, it would be my honor." She grinned.
There it is, a small chapter for today, but my next Booth chapter should be longer. Also, I went on the dream dictionary and the dream analysis is correct!
So I just wanted to say thank you to everyone! I've never gotten more than 20 reviews on anything and now here I am sitting in the mid thirties!!!
But, still, I have to say, Please Review! :)
~Rhea~
Bones: The debris in the body suggest an explosion.
Booth: Yeah, and so that that giant hole in the wall there.