Title: What You Thought You Needed (Ficlet #54)
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Brennan has a question for Booth.
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Timeline: Set 7 years into Booth and Brennan's partnership.
Spoilers: Nothing explicit.
Feedback: is always appreciated. If criticizing, please be constructive.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Series: All That Lies Between Us
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Brennan has a question for Booth.
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Timeline: Set 7 years into Booth and Brennan's partnership.
Spoilers: Nothing explicit.
Feedback: is always appreciated. If criticizing, please be constructive.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Click here for fic index.
Click here to read the other ficlets in this series.
"Why have we never slept together?" The question sounds casual -- like she's asking how he spent his weekend. He knows her too well to be fooled.
A forkful of scrambled eggs is halfway to Booth's mouth. Upon hearing her question, he reverses direction, gently setting it down on his plate.
He's thought about it. So often that it's tough for him to remember a time when he didn't wonder what they'd be like together.
Carefully, he avoids meeting Brennan's eyes. Eyes that see too much sometimes and not enough at others. With hands that shake a little, he reaches for his coffee. The clink and clatter of the diner fills the space between them. Hands wrapped securely around the warm cup, Booth lets his gaze flicker to Brennan's face, taking in the tension curling around her mouth and sketching lines between her eyebrows.
He's watched the men stroll in and out of her life; none have stayed more than six months. Doctors, a musician, an architect... He's vetted them all, growled when necessary, and warned her to be careful -- like the older brother he'll never be to her -- no matter how she lies to herself and to him. But watching her back has become more than a habit and more like a compulsion over the years. Laughter builds in his chest as he wonders what Gordon Gordon would have said about that. He forces it back.
He's had girlfriends. They've been pretty, funny, kind. If he found one he liked as much as he likes her, he'd be set.
"Because it would have been about more than biology," he says, resting his hand on the table.
Brennan's mouth opens and closes, but then she nods, eyes soft, and slides her hand forward until their fingertips almost touch.
Author Note: I can't explain it, but I loved writing this. It surprised me and made me smile. Part of me wants to make a longer story out of this, but in the interests of discipline, I'm telling myself I have too much else to finish already. All that said, if you hate this, it's ok to tell me so. Happy Friday, and thank you for reading. :) Oh, and an Unwell update should be up on Tuesday; I've some tweaking to do.
ETA a question: Can anyone tell me what a Catholic church smells like? I know that sounds weird, but I'm totally serious.
A forkful of scrambled eggs is halfway to Booth's mouth. Upon hearing her question, he reverses direction, gently setting it down on his plate.
He's thought about it. So often that it's tough for him to remember a time when he didn't wonder what they'd be like together.
Carefully, he avoids meeting Brennan's eyes. Eyes that see too much sometimes and not enough at others. With hands that shake a little, he reaches for his coffee. The clink and clatter of the diner fills the space between them. Hands wrapped securely around the warm cup, Booth lets his gaze flicker to Brennan's face, taking in the tension curling around her mouth and sketching lines between her eyebrows.
He's watched the men stroll in and out of her life; none have stayed more than six months. Doctors, a musician, an architect... He's vetted them all, growled when necessary, and warned her to be careful -- like the older brother he'll never be to her -- no matter how she lies to herself and to him. But watching her back has become more than a habit and more like a compulsion over the years. Laughter builds in his chest as he wonders what Gordon Gordon would have said about that. He forces it back.
He's had girlfriends. They've been pretty, funny, kind. If he found one he liked as much as he likes her, he'd be set.
"Because it would have been about more than biology," he says, resting his hand on the table.
Brennan's mouth opens and closes, but then she nods, eyes soft, and slides her hand forward until their fingertips almost touch.
Author Note: I can't explain it, but I loved writing this. It surprised me and made me smile. Part of me wants to make a longer story out of this, but in the interests of discipline, I'm telling myself I have too much else to finish already. All that said, if you hate this, it's ok to tell me so. Happy Friday, and thank you for reading. :) Oh, and an Unwell update should be up on Tuesday; I've some tweaking to do.
ETA a question: Can anyone tell me what a Catholic church smells like? I know that sounds weird, but I'm totally serious.
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Date: 2008-03-28 04:39 pm (UTC)I know, I'll watch Bones! I'm sick in bed today with nothing to do. As soon as I'm finished with my delightful Disney movie, I'm watching Bones!
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-03-28 05:04 pm (UTC)Well I enjoyed reading it; and yes, it was a perfect answer. Sometimes Booth's gut tells him the right thing in non-criminal situations.
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Date: 2008-03-28 06:21 pm (UTC)If he found one he liked as much as he likes her, he'd be set.
Favorite line ever. So true in all relationships. You can have hot sex, you can have passionate romance and infatuation, but at the end of the day, you have to like that person, warts and all.
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:35 pm (UTC)You can have hot sex, you can have passionate romance and infatuation, but at the end of the day, you have to like that person, warts and all.
Yes. Absolutely.
As always, thanks for taking the time to read and comment. Happy Friday!
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Date: 2008-03-28 06:47 pm (UTC)More importantly, I'm so glad you enjoyed writing this one! ;)
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-28 08:12 pm (UTC)I don't in the States, but here in Spain Churchs smells like incense, old wood, humidity, candles...It's a mix... It's hard to explain... churchs smells like church...
Julia. (I don't hava an open id nor a livejournal)
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Date: 2008-03-28 08:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-03-28 08:16 pm (UTC)I love this line. It’s perfect.
But if they have never slept together in seven years they are Mulder and Scully xD
Can anyone tell me what a Catholic church smells like?
Depend of the church. Modern one… nothing special. Old one… candle wax, incense only sometimes, flowers and a bit of dampness. Usually it's cold inside.
Unwell!!! Yay!!! *dance*
Besos
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Date: 2008-03-28 10:39 pm (UTC)I came here to comment the exact same thing.
7 years? I mean, why? XD
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Date: 2008-03-28 08:34 pm (UTC)Can anyone tell me what a Catholic church smells like?
mhm...let me think. Candles, but just the wax, I mean, not the smelly ones, just the normal candles, like when their flame extinguish and that smells stays in the air. And maybe this can sound weird but I swear that that holly water has some kind of smell that intoxicates the air. and it's always pretty cold inside, that helps the smells to remain like a pattern.
I don't know if that helps you, I'm not very good with description...
:)
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:40 pm (UTC)Your description was just fine; thank you for sharing. :)
Thank you for commenting, as you so often do. *hugs*
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Date: 2008-03-28 08:48 pm (UTC)[sighs.]
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Date: 2008-03-28 10:00 pm (UTC)As far as Catholic churches, the Jew girl recalls polished wood and incense.
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Date: 2008-03-28 10:44 pm (UTC)...slides her hand forward until their fingertips almost touch. ---> Awwwww...
Have a nice weekend, dear.
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:44 pm (UTC)That's what people keep telling me. *g* And I might have to hurt someone if that's what happens on Bones, but it's always a possibility that that is how things will play out.
*hugs* And sorry to hear about your computer troubles; Pinci dropped me a note. Hope things get fixed soon. It's surprising how dependent we are on computers now.
Thanks for commenting.
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Date: 2008-03-29 12:35 am (UTC)And a Catholic Church smells like incense. A little smoky, from all the candles and everything. My grandparents' church smells a bit like furniture polish, because it's huge and has about five million perfectly polished pews. But they all smell like the incense, whatever kind they happen to use. My favorite church (and churches creep me out a little, so the fact that I like this one says a lot) always smells like oranges and lavender.
Hope that helps. Tales from a beyond-lapsed Catholic, helping fanfic writers everywhere.
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:45 pm (UTC)LOL Thanks. Yes, that was helpful.
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Date: 2008-03-29 12:52 am (UTC)Love that line! And I love reading this series, by the way. I've been following it diligently and enjoying it thoroughly.
How a Catholic church smells like? Remember when Bones asked Booth what the stange smell was at the end of one ep (was it 'Aliens in A Spaceship'?) -- that's what a Catholic church smells like. Though I wouldn't call it strange per se. Definitely smells of incense. And wood, old wood that's like it's been wet and dried several times. Also burning candle. Sometimes flowers too if the church is all decked out for a celebration.
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:48 pm (UTC)Yes, I do remember the church scene from the end of Aliens. Thanks for sharing your impressions of what a Catholic church smells like. Thank you, too, for reading and commenting on this; I'm very happy you enjoyed it. :)
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Date: 2008-03-29 01:24 am (UTC)Depending what day, on Easter, it smells like smoke because they do that smoke thingy. Also, on normal days it just smells like a birthday cake, cause of the candels, atleast to me that's what it sounds like.
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:49 pm (UTC)Thanks for the info on what Catholic churches smell like.
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Date: 2008-03-29 02:02 am (UTC)"Because it would have been about more than biology" is such a Booth answer. He's trying to put it into words that she'll understand, yet it's a very non-squint answer. (thanks for not having him repeat the 'biological imperatives' line--too many folks have Booth repeating that word-for-word, when there's no way in hell that stuck in his brain ;)
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:51 pm (UTC)*hugs* Thank you. :)
Yeah, Booth's an intelligent man, but he doesn't think in that particular language. You're absolutely right that he's trying to explain it in a way she'll get.
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Date: 2008-03-29 03:07 am (UTC)smoochies as always!
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Date: 2008-04-25 12:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for the info on the smell(s) of a Catholic church.
And yes, damn it, I (still) want some. *waits* :P
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Date: 2008-03-29 10:02 am (UTC)And a little sad, won't ever Brennan, move her hand a little more to grab happiness?
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Date: 2008-04-25 11:58 am (UTC)And a little sad, won't ever Brennan, move her hand a little more to grab happiness?
I agree that it's a little sad. As for your question, I suspect she will at some point. She's already moved quite a bit... I am tempted to pick this up and spin something longer out of it. We'll see.