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Title: My Heart Thrown Open Wide
Pairing:
Booth/Brennan
Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary: This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Rating: PG
Timeline:
Set in the future.
Spoilers: None
Prompt: #16 (Anonymous)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count:
300
Disclaimer:
Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:  Little things mean a lot.

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Click for the other ficlets in this series.
 

My Heart Thrown Open Wide

One Monday morning in April, Brennan drives to the lab and feels nearly regretful as she parks. Her work is a calling, and the bones, they do call to her, but outside her car window the world is thawing and greening and for a moment, she wants to be out there, not inside, surrounded by steel.

Her shoulders droop as she switches on her computer and slides into her chair. As the screen flickers on, her gaze lights on a flash of yellow. Next to her monitor sits a beaker filled with a cluster of daffodils.

With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response. The moment of fancifulness makes her cheeks warm and pulls a smile from her as she imagines her gift-giver catching her talking to flowers.

As impossible as it is, the casual bouquet appears to have captured a beam of the early spring sunlight she’d just been admiring, and illuminated her office with it.

As Brennan’s work day begins in earnest, a smile lingers on her lips.


It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day. Despite Brennan's earlier resolve to take a quick walk during lunch, she forgot, carried away by the myriad tasks that vied for her attention. No matter, though; today she got her sunshine in the form of her favorite flowers left for her by a man who has given her so much she needed but hadn’t known to ask for.

“Ready to go?”

“Absolutely.”

“You OK? Usually I have to beg you to leave.”

Standing, Brennan glances around before kissing Booth’s cheek. “I’m wonderful.”

Booth smiles.


A/N: Achoo! OK, who got me sick? ;) Thanks for reading and/or commenting.


Date: 2008-09-29 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spacekid77.livejournal.com
Awww... don't be sick, babe! (she exclaimed as if, if you had a choice, you would choose to be...)

It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.

YUM... doesn't take much to please me and you always go above and beyond.
Sorry I take you for granted... you churn and churn, and I am very appreciative. Thank you for writing and sharing, hon.
*passes tissue*

Date: 2008-09-29 05:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pinktealeaves.livejournal.com
Aaaaawww... sweet.

I don't like flowers, but Booth can send them to me whenever he likes to. ;)

Are you sick? Hope you get better soon.

Date: 2008-09-29 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dabhug.livejournal.com
Oh, that rumpled smile. *sigh* Wonderful description.

I hope you feel better soon!

Date: 2008-09-29 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bertie456.livejournal.com
Aww... Such a gorgeous story. Loved all the descriptions (which is a usual occurence with your writing) but this gave me a really nice mental picture: the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.
It kind of reminds me of the talking flowers from the Disney 'Alice in Wonderland'. :)

I'm always intrigued by the things you come up with for this prompt table - I was trying to write something for "Anonymous" this summer and came up with something totally different for the same word. Now I'm oddly looking forward to your take on "Whore" from this table...

And to end my random observations, I've got that Chili's song in my head now. *sighs* Why are all the songs you mention so damn catchy? :)

Sorry to hear you're sick - hope you feel better soon!

Date: 2008-09-29 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tempertemper77.livejournal.com
First off *huggles on the sick*

Secondly, this, I adore!

Loved, especially:

With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.

&

It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.

Both of them gorgeous images in completely different ways :)

Date: 2008-09-29 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lizook12.livejournal.com
*sigh* I feel like I keep giving you the same feedback, but this is really quite lovely. A happy glimpse of spring as the grey weather starts to take hold here in PA is just what the doctor ordered. (Actually, he ordered me cough medicine and an antibiotic so I'm feeling you on the sick thing. I hope you feel better soon!)

Also, what a lovely image With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response is.

Date: 2008-09-29 07:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistletoe54.livejournal.com
See, you always remember these little things like the daffodils that I forget. Maybe you caught the cold off entrenous. Get well. Have a rumpled smile from me.

Date: 2008-09-29 07:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heather-berry78.livejournal.com
Reviewed this at fanfic, but it bears repeating. This brought a smile to my face that I really needed! Just gorgeous!

Date: 2008-09-29 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buffyangellvr23.livejournal.com
nice work :)

*passes hanky* feel better!

Date: 2008-09-29 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] binkii822.livejournal.com
I am so sorry you are sick! No one should be both sick and pregnant at the same time! *sends virtual chicken soup* You write delightful fic even when you are ill! I adore! Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2008-09-30 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] a2zmom.livejournal.com
So very sweet. Love how he knows just what she needs.

Date: 2008-09-30 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] her-lovelyheart.livejournal.com
Aww aww awww.

THE END.

P.S. Feel better. And thanks for making me smile! ♥

Date: 2008-10-01 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buffyangellvr23.livejournal.com
I don't know if I read this one or missed it but nice work :)

Date: 2008-10-02 05:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jerusha
Aww...how lovely.

Date: 2008-10-02 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sb158.livejournal.com
Aw, another really sweet moment I can see happening...

Date: 2008-10-14 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shipperatheart.livejournal.com
Loved this image of Brennan:
With one hand she slides the beaker toward her; the daffodil heads bob cheerfully in greeting, and she almost catches herself saying, “Good morning,” in response.

And apparently it's not just her heart that's being thrown wide open:
As impossible as it is, the casual bouquet appears to have captured a beam of the early spring sunlight she’d just been admiring, and illuminated her office with it.

Another gorgeous image:
It is long past sundown when Booth appears, tall, hands in his pockets, wearing a grin and a jacket that are both slightly rumpled by the day.

I'm all aflutter from all the loveliness!

Date: 2009-01-24 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So sweet!!!:)

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