A/N: Sully needs to go bye-bye. 'Nuff said. This idea from kflanigan Enjoy!
Sully strikes out
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, didn't know what was happen. One minute he was kissing his girlfriend and the next he found Booth's fist in his face. It had thrown him for a loop, but what confused him more was the fact that Tempe wasn't trying to stop it. He was getting pummeled. He had thrown a couple of weak punches, but had missed the mark both times.
He couldn't even guess why the fight had started. He hadn't been doing anything wrong, unless…of course! Booth was jealous of him, jealous that Tempe loved him! It was the only explanation.
"Booth!" he yelled in an attempt to get the other man to stop. He did, and Sully took the time to speak up.
"Why are you beating me up?" Maybe he could get Booth to admit it.
"Because, you idiot, you're kissing my girlfriend." Brennan cleared her throat behind him, not liking the label, but he ignored her, and continued kicking Sully's ass.
Sully was really confused now. His girlfriend? What? He and Tempe hadn't broken up. They wouldn't have. She loved him. A well aimed kick sent him sprawling on the ground, his mouth dripping blood. He struggled to his feet. That was it. He was going to defend himself. Then, after winning the fight, he and Tempe were going to have a long talk. He brought his fist back, and before it made contact a storm cloud appeared above Sully and a fork of lightening touched down and struck him. Smoking, Sully collapsed to the ground. The lightening continued to strike three more times.
When all was said and done, Sully was burnt to a crisp and dead as a doornail. Brennan came over and stood by Booth, taking his hand. "What was that?" she asked.
Booth shrugged. "Divine intervention?" he guessed. He gave her hand a squeeze and turned her away from Sully and down the street.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!!