[Bones: Drabble] "Modern Birthday Celebrations" [Booth/Brennan, G]
Title: Modern Birthday Celebrations
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Prompt: sweetthumbelina's birthday
Pairing(s): Seeley Booth/Temperance Brennan
Summary: "Come on, Bones, let's go!"
Note(s): This is not as 'shippy as I wanted, but I hope it fits the bill...
Modern Birthday Celebrations
"Come on, Bones, let's go!"
Brennan looked up from a stack of paperwork, as surprised to find Booth standing in her office doorway as by his words.
"Do we have a case?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Then why are you here?" she asked. She realized that probably sounded rude, and amended, "I mean, what brings you here?"
Booth smiled. "You don't know?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked."
"It's your birthday, Bones!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked.
Booth looked somehow offended. "Bones! It's your birthday. I just came to see what your plans were, but now I'm thinking you don't have any."
She frowned. "Of course I have plans, Booth. I plan to finish these reports, then there's a thirteenth-century-"
"Celebration plans, Bones," he interrupted, then paused. "What? You're not gonna tell me the anthropological reasons why birthday celebrations are outdated and unnecessary?"
"But they are," Brennan replied. "Before the evolution of modern medicine, mortality rates were such that each year a person didn't die was worth celebrating, however briefly. By today's standards, my age is not much of an achievement."
"It's not supposed to be an achievement, Bones. It's supposed to be an excuse to have a party and get presents. And more than that, it's tradition!"
Booth's grin was infectious and she couldn't help smile back. Before she knew it, Brennan had allowed herself to be talked into dinner at the Royal Diner, where Booth insisted that she order whatever she wanted, no matter how unhealthy, and skipped his usual pie to join her in a thick slice of cake with sugary frosting.
"So, Bones," he said, as they left the diner. "How did you like the modern birthday celebration?"
She bumped his shoulder, smiling brightly. "I could get used to it."
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Prompt: sweetthumbelina's birthday
Pairing(s): Seeley Booth/Temperance Brennan
Summary: "Come on, Bones, let's go!"
Note(s): This is not as 'shippy as I wanted, but I hope it fits the bill...
Modern Birthday Celebrations
"Come on, Bones, let's go!"
Brennan looked up from a stack of paperwork, as surprised to find Booth standing in her office doorway as by his words.
"Do we have a case?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Then why are you here?" she asked. She realized that probably sounded rude, and amended, "I mean, what brings you here?"
Booth smiled. "You don't know?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked."
"It's your birthday, Bones!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked.
Booth looked somehow offended. "Bones! It's your birthday. I just came to see what your plans were, but now I'm thinking you don't have any."
She frowned. "Of course I have plans, Booth. I plan to finish these reports, then there's a thirteenth-century-"
"Celebration plans, Bones," he interrupted, then paused. "What? You're not gonna tell me the anthropological reasons why birthday celebrations are outdated and unnecessary?"
"But they are," Brennan replied. "Before the evolution of modern medicine, mortality rates were such that each year a person didn't die was worth celebrating, however briefly. By today's standards, my age is not much of an achievement."
"It's not supposed to be an achievement, Bones. It's supposed to be an excuse to have a party and get presents. And more than that, it's tradition!"
Booth's grin was infectious and she couldn't help smile back. Before she knew it, Brennan had allowed herself to be talked into dinner at the Royal Diner, where Booth insisted that she order whatever she wanted, no matter how unhealthy, and skipped his usual pie to join her in a thick slice of cake with sugary frosting.
"So, Bones," he said, as they left the diner. "How did you like the modern birthday celebration?"
She bumped his shoulder, smiling brightly. "I could get used to it."
THE END
Current Mood:
dorky