Fanfiction: Why Don't We (Bones); a whole mess o' other stuff, too
Guys, guys! I just came up for the GREATEST community name for people who ship the Doctor with his Companion (no matter who it might be): companion_ship. Hee! (Yes, I'm a loser. Don't make fun of me. I just hope that hasn't already been done, or I'll feel like an idiot. :D )
I'm in the process of sorting out banners/icons/etc in preparation for a complete overhaul of my layout. I'm going for a vague Halloween theme, I think, but not completely explicitly. I don't know.
I'm really incredibly frustrated by my inability to find and successfully view ANY version of House 4x02 or The Office 4x02. Failure, failure, all around. I'll spend 2 hours downloading the episode, only to find that my computer won't play it and I can't figure out why, because last year I never had a problem. And I did this numerous times: it comes out to probably about 8 hours today, and nothing to show for it.
Also: weird drabble-y thing I have to share!
Title: Why Don't We
Author: bredalot
Fandom: Bones
Rating: PG-13, for themes and language
Word Count: 339
Summary: Derived from the final scene of "Soccer Mom in the Minivan".
Disclaimer: This is pure nonsense, and I don't own it. Thanks to the writers of Bones for giving us this scene to play with. :D Title from Jimmy Buffett's song "Why Don't We Get Drunk (and Screw)".
A/N: Er. This is Booth, under the influence. Pure nonsense, rather bizarre, not very edited. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D
Why Don't We
Everything was, to tell the truth, a little blurry. Just a little. But the steps were cold and hard against his legs and his partner was warm at his side, and so things felt straight. More or less. He’s just glad he’s not walking anymore. Man, that almost got really bad.
The coffee was warm, he knew, but he couldn’t really feel it, not in his hands or in his mouth or in his stomach or in his head. Damn, that was good scotch. And the lights and the sky and the colors and ow, the steps were pointy.
He’d called Bones when he couldn’t figure out which button to push on the elevator. Driving, he’d decided, was a very bad idea, and so he’d called Bones and she’d come to get him and he’d brought her back to the Lincoln Memorial because he likes it here, and when he drinks he gets restless unless he’s in a calming place. And she hadn’t argued, just laughed at him a bit, and he wasn’t surprised.
She was the one who bought him the coffee.
He’s glad she’s there.
And he loves their case-closed conversations. Heh, alliteration. (Alliteration? That sounds wrong. A-lit-er-ay-shun. Eh. It’ll do.) He should tell her that sometime. Right now is not a good time. Sometime, he will. Has he already? He can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. He should tell her anyway.
But he doesn’t know what to say, so he ducks his head against her shoulder instead. The fabric of her jacket is rough against his skin and he can feel the bones beneath her flesh (hee, Bones’s bones, and it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore) and damn, he shouldn’t be drinking around her. This is bad. But she just kind of laughs down at him and he has no idea what he’s doing so he does it again, because she’s comfortable, and then he settles in to watch the sky with her.
It’s so pretty, he thinks, and Bones sighs, and he’s happy.
I'm in the process of sorting out banners/icons/etc in preparation for a complete overhaul of my layout. I'm going for a vague Halloween theme, I think, but not completely explicitly. I don't know.
I'm really incredibly frustrated by my inability to find and successfully view ANY version of House 4x02 or The Office 4x02. Failure, failure, all around. I'll spend 2 hours downloading the episode, only to find that my computer won't play it and I can't figure out why, because last year I never had a problem. And I did this numerous times: it comes out to probably about 8 hours today, and nothing to show for it.
Also: weird drabble-y thing I have to share!
Title: Why Don't We
Author: bredalot
Fandom: Bones
Rating: PG-13, for themes and language
Word Count: 339
Summary: Derived from the final scene of "Soccer Mom in the Minivan".
Disclaimer: This is pure nonsense, and I don't own it. Thanks to the writers of Bones for giving us this scene to play with. :D Title from Jimmy Buffett's song "Why Don't We Get Drunk (and Screw)".
A/N: Er. This is Booth, under the influence. Pure nonsense, rather bizarre, not very edited. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D
Why Don't We
Everything was, to tell the truth, a little blurry. Just a little. But the steps were cold and hard against his legs and his partner was warm at his side, and so things felt straight. More or less. He’s just glad he’s not walking anymore. Man, that almost got really bad.
The coffee was warm, he knew, but he couldn’t really feel it, not in his hands or in his mouth or in his stomach or in his head. Damn, that was good scotch. And the lights and the sky and the colors and ow, the steps were pointy.
He’d called Bones when he couldn’t figure out which button to push on the elevator. Driving, he’d decided, was a very bad idea, and so he’d called Bones and she’d come to get him and he’d brought her back to the Lincoln Memorial because he likes it here, and when he drinks he gets restless unless he’s in a calming place. And she hadn’t argued, just laughed at him a bit, and he wasn’t surprised.
She was the one who bought him the coffee.
He’s glad she’s there.
And he loves their case-closed conversations. Heh, alliteration. (Alliteration? That sounds wrong. A-lit-er-ay-shun. Eh. It’ll do.) He should tell her that sometime. Right now is not a good time. Sometime, he will. Has he already? He can’t remember, but it doesn’t matter. He should tell her anyway.
But he doesn’t know what to say, so he ducks his head against her shoulder instead. The fabric of her jacket is rough against his skin and he can feel the bones beneath her flesh (hee, Bones’s bones, and it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore) and damn, he shouldn’t be drinking around her. This is bad. But she just kind of laughs down at him and he has no idea what he’s doing so he does it again, because she’s comfortable, and then he settles in to watch the sky with her.
It’s so pretty, he thinks, and Bones sighs, and he’s happy.