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HAPPYFEST III
Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The rules haven't changed from last year, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
( The rest are under here )
Yup, this is it, folks, the complete list of prompts for this year's Happyfest. The rules haven't changed from last year, the first of which is:
READ THE RULES BEFORE WRITING!
(there are notes about spoilers that I NEED you to read)
( The rest are under here )
Booth groans, slapping a hand over his face. “You're still on about that stupid hat?”
Brennan quirks a brow, she's unused to her partner asking stupid questions. “Of course I still want to know! You never explained it to me Booth, and I'm a scientist: every aspect of my life is bound in curiosity. At this point in our relationship, you should already know that about me.”
“I do know that about you Bones,” Booth moans, “which is why I'm sick of you asking.”
“Then just tell me what was in the hat, and I'll stop.”
Booth halts mid-step and stares over at her with an odd look on his face, as if contemplating the pros and cons of revealing the secrets of his treasure. “Fine. There was nothing in the cowboy hat. You happy? It was just a joke. Because you're a scientist, I played on your curiosity and I pretended there was something in the hat when there wasn't. You fell for it, I laughed -until you wouldn't shut up about it-, end of story. Now stop. Asking.”
“It was a joke?” Brennan clarifies as they both slid into the SUV, Booth on the driver's side.
The FBI agent nods in exasperation. “A joke Bones. So please, get your panties out of that knot, and focus on the case.”
“That's one of your colloquialisms, right? Because my underwear isn't in a knot.”
“Yes, Bones. It's just an expression.” The weary tone in Booth's voice says it all.
“Good.”
They ride in silence for awhile, Seeley fiddling with the radio occasionally.
Brennan, however, has not been appeased. “But everyone else said there was something in the hat too.”
Booth whimpers in frustration. “It's part of the gag Bones. I told them all to pretend there was something cool in there so you'd be intrigued.”
“So everyone lied to me for three whole weeks?” Brennan looks hurt.
Booth sighs and pats her awkwardly on the shoulder. “It wasn't so much lying, as fooling.”
“That's not very comforting at all.”
“Sorry. I thought it was funny, but I won't do it again Bones, if it hurt your feelings.” When Brennan looks over at her partner, he's alternating between watching the road, and looking at her with apology in his eyes.
“It's okay,” she agrees. “It was kind of funny.” She doesn't really think that, but she knows it'll make Booth feel better.
He let's out a bark of laughter, murmurs, "It really was, wasn't it?" and then they're silent again for awhile.
“Did you know,” Brennan finally speaks, “that in ancient Minrhabiq*, if a man could keep a woman fooled for over nine days, she would be forced to marry him?”
Booth darts a quizzical look at her from the corner of his eye. “And...?" When she doesn't answer right away, he prompts, "That means what, exactly?”
Brennan shrugs. “It means that if we were in ancient Minrhabiq, I'd have to marry you.”
“You'd 'have' to? Come on Bones, I'm not that bad.”
A smile tugs the corners of Brennan's mouth. “Minrhabiq was a female dominated society, so unless they could be fooled, women chose their own husbands.”
“Meaning I'm hideous and I'd be single my whole life?”
There's a long, pregnant pause. Finally, Temperance turns to Booth, and before she can think better of it, says, “Meaning you wouldn't have to fool me.”
When the cowboy hat ends up on Brennan's office door-handle three days later, no one is particularly surprised.
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*Minrhabik is not, by any means, a real place. If it is or was, I'm sorry, and none of the traditions are accurate.
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“Meaning I'm hideous and I'd be single my whole life?” Yes. Yes, Booth, you're hideous, absolutely. *eyeroll*
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