Transformation Has Begun (1/1) - A Bones Fic.
Title: Transformation Has Begun.
Author: billpickle
Rating: PG
Pairing: BB
Word Count: 1,332
Spoilers: An addendum of sorts to 5x02's The Bond in the Boot. Seriously, if S5 keeps this up then I think Hart will be the recipient of many many gushing letters from me.
A/N: A thanks to _missmargaret_ for a look-over as well as general awesomeness :).
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones unfortunately (I own the DVD's but that hardly counts). I also am not David Gray and do not sing the song Transformation. Just in case you were wondering ;).
Summary: He smiles at this before returning to sipping his beer. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that you mean a lot to me. I mean, you and Parker together? Well, that's practically my entire world right there. And I know you think that that's impossible, that you could hardly compare the world to two people... but that doesn't stop me from thinking that way. It doesn't stop me from feeling the way I do about you..."
He's pressing her Rolex (the same one that gives him a reason to call her Ms. Rolex) into one of his fresh towels, while she picks the pail of pvc glue from off the kitchen floor. Her shirt's still kinda wet (not to mention the fact that it's sticking to her in all the right places) and the bun her hair was in, is disheveled and nothing short of a mess.
His fingers almost tug at the hem of his tee to pull it off in the middle of the kitchen. That is, before he remembers who and where they really are, and what it is that they are, or in this case, aren't to each other. She's not his wife in this world, and he knows that. He knows the difference. It's just... there are still these moments, where Bren would feel so right, to say.
Maybe Sweets was right. Maybe he isn't fully back, yet. Maybe these feelings he's having are just a byproduct of his post-coma state. A thing that will ultimately fade away over time.
“Hey, Booth?”
“Hmm. What's wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering... do you feel like, maybe, grabbing some dinner or something in a bit? I'm starving.”
He nods. “Yeah, sure. I'd love to, Bones.”
But then he looks at her, looking at him in that way she does and talking to him like he's the only person in the world. He remembers the sparks sent coursing through him when he touched her hand. He remembers her telling him things like I still feel close to you and only as good as my teacher (meaning him, of course) and how those words, coming from Bones, felt to hear.
He hands her, her navy blouse and a pair of jeans that were neatly folded in the living room. “Here, you left these there the other night.”
She smiles coyly, says “thanks”.
There's a smile on his face too now, and he finds himself thinking that this, this right here is his Bones.
There are no doubts to be had about this because he's Booth and she's Bones.
That's that.
He pads down the hall and into his bedroom to grab a change of clothes.
*
She's done something different with her hair when he comes back out into the living room. Regardless of what it is, she looks beautiful, like always.
He's changed into that sky blue dress shirt (the one he wore, that one time when he and Bones spent the day with Parker) , jeans and a new pair of Paul Smith's. He slides his feet into his loafers by the entryway while she slides her arms through the sleeves of her coat.
“Bones, you ready to go?”
"Yeah, I'm ready."
It feels like a date, but it's not. He didn't bring her daisies and daffodils (like he would) and he doesn't expect her to come back up to his place later (like he'd hope).
She, on the otherhand, doesn't expect him to give her a kiss goodnight, eventhough there's a part of him that thinks that's something he'd very much like to do.
No, this is anything but a date.
But when his hand presses to the small of her back as they make their way out the door, his adamance transitions into something sounding less like adamance and much more like uncertainty.
*
There are appetizers, bottles of beer and longing glances (on his part, at least) during dinner at Founding Fathers. He reaches into his pocket sometime in the middle of their meal, taps her wrist and pulls out her Rolex. He lets his fingertips slide around the smooth skin, gently lifting it up just enough.
“Just so you know, Bones. I meant every word I said to you.”
“You mean, what you said about... secrets?”
“Yeah.” He swallows the newly formed lump in his throat. “But it's not just that. I'm talking about the money thing as well. The money you make? You deserve it, more than you know. And I don't want you, in any way, to think that I ever begrudge you for your success. Because that just isn't true, Bones. I don't.”
“Booth, you don't have to tell me that. I know that. And I'm sorry if I made it seem to you that I thought otherwise.”
“I know Bones, I know. It's just- it's important for me to tell you things and for you, to hear those things coming from me... my heart, you know?”
“Booth, the heart-”
“Is an organ and contains blood. And the idea that it could possibly hold something inside of it is irrational blah, blah... yeah, I got it. See? I know you, Bones.”
“Yeah, you really do.”
He smiles at this before returning to sipping his beer. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that you mean a lot to me. I mean, you and Parker together? Well, that's practically my entire world right there. And I know you think that that's impossible, that you could hardly compare the world to two people... but that doesn't stop me from thinking that way. It doesn't stop me from feeling the way I do about you. And I-”
And that's when their lips come together with a touch. The contact is soft, warm... comfortable and in otherwords, it's everything he knew it would be, yet so much more. Because it's them and it's real and here they are together, crossing lines and transforming into whatever it is that they're meant to be.
She pulls away a little sooner that he'd really like and he finds himself leaning in her direction, with a grin and a pair of sparkling eyes (much like that time not so long ago, when he told her that it would be more than okay, if she kissed him on the forehead).
“Bones.”
“You wouldn't stop talking... I wanted to tell you that I think you mean a lot to me too, but you wouldn't stop talking, so I did the only thing I could think of at the moment to get you to stop talking...”
He laughs, still not quite over the fact that he's made her blush. “So you kissed me to get me to stop talking, did I get that right? God, you are so cute when you're like this.”
“When I'm like... what?”
“All flustered, and totally un-Bones, like. I mean, don't get me wrong, I actually think you're pretty adorable all the time, it's just... when you're like this...”
He can't be sure if it's the way she's looking at him while she processes his words, or if it's him still reeling in the aftermath of the kiss, that makes him press his lips to hers again. The only things he can be sure of, is that she tastes like the chocolatly peanut butter cheescake they had for dessert and the fact that he's pretty sure he forgot to give the waitress a decent tip before they left.
*
They can't keep their hands off each other once he locks up his apartment door. It's like neither one of them have done this before... then again, that might as well be the truth.
It isn't until they fall onto his bed in a tangle that their lips aren't busy and her fingers find their way to his five o'clock shadow. She traces the patterns of stubble and he feels like she's taking notes, observing every nuance of him and commiting them to memory.
“Things between us... they're changing, aren't they?” She asks as he nuzzles her neck, traces soothing circles across the planes of her back.
“Mm-hmm. Only if you want them to, though.”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“I do. I just... I may need a little time.”
“Okay then, you take all the time you need.”
And just like that, her lips are on his and there they are together, crossing lines and transforming into whatever it is that they're meant to be.
/ FIN.
& Thanks for reading :)
Author: billpickle
Rating: PG
Pairing: BB
Word Count: 1,332
Spoilers: An addendum of sorts to 5x02's The Bond in the Boot. Seriously, if S5 keeps this up then I think Hart will be the recipient of many many gushing letters from me.
A/N: A thanks to _missmargaret_ for a look-over as well as general awesomeness :).
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones unfortunately (I own the DVD's but that hardly counts). I also am not David Gray and do not sing the song Transformation. Just in case you were wondering ;).
Summary: He smiles at this before returning to sipping his beer. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that you mean a lot to me. I mean, you and Parker together? Well, that's practically my entire world right there. And I know you think that that's impossible, that you could hardly compare the world to two people... but that doesn't stop me from thinking that way. It doesn't stop me from feeling the way I do about you..."
He's pressing her Rolex (the same one that gives him a reason to call her Ms. Rolex) into one of his fresh towels, while she picks the pail of pvc glue from off the kitchen floor. Her shirt's still kinda wet (not to mention the fact that it's sticking to her in all the right places) and the bun her hair was in, is disheveled and nothing short of a mess.
His fingers almost tug at the hem of his tee to pull it off in the middle of the kitchen. That is, before he remembers who and where they really are, and what it is that they are, or in this case, aren't to each other. She's not his wife in this world, and he knows that. He knows the difference. It's just... there are still these moments, where Bren would feel so right, to say.
Maybe Sweets was right. Maybe he isn't fully back, yet. Maybe these feelings he's having are just a byproduct of his post-coma state. A thing that will ultimately fade away over time.
“Hey, Booth?”
“Hmm. What's wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. I was just wondering... do you feel like, maybe, grabbing some dinner or something in a bit? I'm starving.”
He nods. “Yeah, sure. I'd love to, Bones.”
But then he looks at her, looking at him in that way she does and talking to him like he's the only person in the world. He remembers the sparks sent coursing through him when he touched her hand. He remembers her telling him things like I still feel close to you and only as good as my teacher (meaning him, of course) and how those words, coming from Bones, felt to hear.
He hands her, her navy blouse and a pair of jeans that were neatly folded in the living room. “Here, you left these there the other night.”
She smiles coyly, says “thanks”.
There's a smile on his face too now, and he finds himself thinking that this, this right here is his Bones.
There are no doubts to be had about this because he's Booth and she's Bones.
That's that.
He pads down the hall and into his bedroom to grab a change of clothes.
*
She's done something different with her hair when he comes back out into the living room. Regardless of what it is, she looks beautiful, like always.
He's changed into that sky blue dress shirt (the one he wore, that one time when he and Bones spent the day with Parker) , jeans and a new pair of Paul Smith's. He slides his feet into his loafers by the entryway while she slides her arms through the sleeves of her coat.
“Bones, you ready to go?”
"Yeah, I'm ready."
It feels like a date, but it's not. He didn't bring her daisies and daffodils (like he would) and he doesn't expect her to come back up to his place later (like he'd hope).
She, on the otherhand, doesn't expect him to give her a kiss goodnight, eventhough there's a part of him that thinks that's something he'd very much like to do.
No, this is anything but a date.
But when his hand presses to the small of her back as they make their way out the door, his adamance transitions into something sounding less like adamance and much more like uncertainty.
*
There are appetizers, bottles of beer and longing glances (on his part, at least) during dinner at Founding Fathers. He reaches into his pocket sometime in the middle of their meal, taps her wrist and pulls out her Rolex. He lets his fingertips slide around the smooth skin, gently lifting it up just enough.
“Just so you know, Bones. I meant every word I said to you.”
“You mean, what you said about... secrets?”
“Yeah.” He swallows the newly formed lump in his throat. “But it's not just that. I'm talking about the money thing as well. The money you make? You deserve it, more than you know. And I don't want you, in any way, to think that I ever begrudge you for your success. Because that just isn't true, Bones. I don't.”
“Booth, you don't have to tell me that. I know that. And I'm sorry if I made it seem to you that I thought otherwise.”
“I know Bones, I know. It's just- it's important for me to tell you things and for you, to hear those things coming from me... my heart, you know?”
“Booth, the heart-”
“Is an organ and contains blood. And the idea that it could possibly hold something inside of it is irrational blah, blah... yeah, I got it. See? I know you, Bones.”
“Yeah, you really do.”
He smiles at this before returning to sipping his beer. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that you mean a lot to me. I mean, you and Parker together? Well, that's practically my entire world right there. And I know you think that that's impossible, that you could hardly compare the world to two people... but that doesn't stop me from thinking that way. It doesn't stop me from feeling the way I do about you. And I-”
And that's when their lips come together with a touch. The contact is soft, warm... comfortable and in otherwords, it's everything he knew it would be, yet so much more. Because it's them and it's real and here they are together, crossing lines and transforming into whatever it is that they're meant to be.
She pulls away a little sooner that he'd really like and he finds himself leaning in her direction, with a grin and a pair of sparkling eyes (much like that time not so long ago, when he told her that it would be more than okay, if she kissed him on the forehead).
“Bones.”
“You wouldn't stop talking... I wanted to tell you that I think you mean a lot to me too, but you wouldn't stop talking, so I did the only thing I could think of at the moment to get you to stop talking...”
He laughs, still not quite over the fact that he's made her blush. “So you kissed me to get me to stop talking, did I get that right? God, you are so cute when you're like this.”
“When I'm like... what?”
“All flustered, and totally un-Bones, like. I mean, don't get me wrong, I actually think you're pretty adorable all the time, it's just... when you're like this...”
He can't be sure if it's the way she's looking at him while she processes his words, or if it's him still reeling in the aftermath of the kiss, that makes him press his lips to hers again. The only things he can be sure of, is that she tastes like the chocolatly peanut butter cheescake they had for dessert and the fact that he's pretty sure he forgot to give the waitress a decent tip before they left.
*
They can't keep their hands off each other once he locks up his apartment door. It's like neither one of them have done this before... then again, that might as well be the truth.
It isn't until they fall onto his bed in a tangle that their lips aren't busy and her fingers find their way to his five o'clock shadow. She traces the patterns of stubble and he feels like she's taking notes, observing every nuance of him and commiting them to memory.
“Things between us... they're changing, aren't they?” She asks as he nuzzles her neck, traces soothing circles across the planes of her back.
“Mm-hmm. Only if you want them to, though.”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“I do. I just... I may need a little time.”
“Okay then, you take all the time you need.”
And just like that, her lips are on his and there they are together, crossing lines and transforming into whatever it is that they're meant to be.
/ FIN.
& Thanks for reading :)