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Title: Sweetness Follows (This title comes courtesy of REM.)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
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Prompt: #12 (Believe)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Future
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Happy Friday to anyone who reads this. :)
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Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Prompt: #12 (Believe)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Future
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Happy Friday to anyone who reads this. :)
Click here for fic index.
Click here to read the other drabbles in this series.
God is merely a cultural construct; Brennan hasn't seen any evidence to the contrary. Booth would disagree vehemently, but not even waking up with his warm chest pressed against her back has changed her mind about that.
Oh, she doesn't begrudge him his beliefs--she isn't so blinded by science as he thinks--that she cannot perceive the solace they offer him. Without question, his face settles into more peaceful lines after his nightly prayers.
He prays for her; he told her over dinner last month.
The crease between his eyebrows had hinted at his concern about her reaction to that news.
He shouldn't have worried. After too many years of wondering if she mattered to anyone, really mattered, it was a relief--no, a privilege--to know she did.
So when he told her, she just smiled and watched the crease smooth out.
Humility isn't her strong suit. Booth would laugh uproariously if she voiced that thought, but his eyes are warm with acceptance when he looks at her, so yes, she feels a bit humbled.
While she doesn't believe in God, she believes in this: the man seated across from her, who has just handed her the last hot, flaky spring roll.
Oh, she doesn't begrudge him his beliefs--she isn't so blinded by science as he thinks--that she cannot perceive the solace they offer him. Without question, his face settles into more peaceful lines after his nightly prayers.
He prays for her; he told her over dinner last month.
The crease between his eyebrows had hinted at his concern about her reaction to that news.
He shouldn't have worried. After too many years of wondering if she mattered to anyone, really mattered, it was a relief--no, a privilege--to know she did.
So when he told her, she just smiled and watched the crease smooth out.
Humility isn't her strong suit. Booth would laugh uproariously if she voiced that thought, but his eyes are warm with acceptance when he looks at her, so yes, she feels a bit humbled.
While she doesn't believe in God, she believes in this: the man seated across from her, who has just handed her the last hot, flaky spring roll.
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Date: 2008-02-08 07:42 pm (UTC)Well now it's a happy Friday, before it was rather suspect :P
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Date: 2008-02-08 08:44 pm (UTC)Aw, shucks. *g* Thank you kindly, madam.
Nathan!
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Date: 2008-02-09 06:10 am (UTC)he's rather adorable, yes? :D
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Date: 2008-02-09 03:30 pm (UTC)He's delightful, adorable, and a whole host of other wonderful things. :)