Meme me, baby, one more time ...
I keep thinking of these awesome posts to say "Hi, I'm baaaaaack" but then I think ... meh! So instead, I'm posting this meme, out of lady_chi via cathmarchr.
Pick any passage of 500 however many words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was ( Read more... )
Pick any passage of 500 however many words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was ( Read more... )
Well, by way of explanation, when I started this - my first ever fanfiction - I didn't have a clue where I was going with it, where it would be set, whodunnit, victim, method of ghastly death - nothing, zip, nada. Even the title came from a song a friend and I used to sing for a very silly reason, so the title bears no relation whatsoever to anything other than the chapter headings. I just knew I wanted to write about Booth and Brennan and try to capture a little bit of that chemistry that I loved. In fact that's where my LJ name came from: 2bbornot2bb. Would I write fanfiction that got them together (2bb), or in (earlier) canon and keep them apart (ornot2bb)? That was the question!
"Hey, Bones, ready to hit the road?" I sooo itched to get Brennan to actually hit the road somehow or other, or with something, but that was going too far. Wasn't it? I spent a lot of this story amusing myself writing rationally/logical/literal Brennanisms that I immediately deleted as being way too over the top. Maybe I should have kept some of them and published my outtakes!?
"Sure." No reaction from Brennan at such rabid colloquialisming you ask? I figured she must have heard Booth use that expression before and she's not actuallya twit.
He handed her into the passenger seat (ah, gallantry is never dead when SA Seeley Booth is around), and walked around the back checking that all the equipment was stowed safely (he's so perfect. Sigh) before getting in the driver's side. Bones had laid her head back against the headrest, her eyes shut (it'd been a long day and gawd only knew what I was going to get them to do next. I certainly didn't). The SUV roared (get it? RAWR - 'I love you' in dinosaur - I'm such a dork. Booth's SUV often roars in my stories) to life and Booth pulled onto the gravel driveway that led away from the old barn. It would take about an hour to drive back to the lab (seriously - do you know how long I spent on the internet trying to find a suitable place that was about an hour's drive from "the Jeff" and would work in this story? Sheesh - TravelMath still sends me a card on my birthday and they've even liked me on Facebook!), so he figured if Bones felt like it she could grab a bit of sleep (awww) on the way and he wouldn't disturb her (disturb her no, stare at her breasts/lips/legs, yes). He stayed silent, glancing at her sideways after a few minutes (see what I mean? he can't help himself!), but he did a double take when he saw that her eyes were open and fixed on his face.
"Wha-at?" He asked her. She screwed up her nose a bit and shrugged her shoulders, still watching him. Her steady gaze began to unnerve him a little. What was coming? After a few more miles, she finally spoke,
"Booth, would you pull off the road up ahead in that clearing?" Booth looked at her sharply, trying to gauge her mood and guess what might be on her minefield of a mind (Good grief was she gonna rip of her clothes and jump on his bones??? Be thou calm, gentle reader. I was staying in canon). She wasn't giving anything away, but her eyes beseeched him to do as she asked. He checked the traffic in the rear view mirror, before beginning to slow. (I hope everybody got that there was plenty of eye sex happening here.)
"Sure Bones, but I thought you wanted to get back to the Jeffersonian ASAP?"
.../cont
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