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only_more_loveTitle: Home Delivery
Character: Booth, Brennan
Rating: PG
Spoilers: If you watch the show, you can read this.
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Home Delivery
He answers the door wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Brennan tries to envision a younger Seeley Booth – a soldier; the image doesn’t materialize.
“This is for you,” she says, and thrusts the package at him. The words are abrupt, unceremonious, dropping between them with a thud.
His eyes widen. Even as she turns to go, his free hand shoots out to stop her. “Hey, wait a sec.” Foil crinkles as he retracts it. She searches his face, warmed by his crooked smile. “It’s a pie.”
“Apple, to be exact,” she says.
“You made this?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks, Bones.”
“You can’t say that.”
“Huh?”
“Thank you is what I’m supposed to say,” she explains.
“You’re talking past me, Bones.”
She sighs. “It’s Veterans Day.”
“I know.”
“So this pie is my way of conveying my thanks to you, a living veteran.”
Booth’s eyes soften. “What? No lecture on the anthropology of war?”
“Not today.” She smiles.
“I know you say you hate pie, but you’ve gotta make an exception today. Come in, will ya?” He scratches his neck, looking away. “Unless you’ve got other plans…”
“I don’t.”
“Good.” He tugs her inside. “‘Cause I just made a fresh pot of coffee.”
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Date: 2008-11-13 04:52 pm (UTC)And thank you very much. Your comments never fail to brighten my day. ♥