Booth/Buffy - Late Night Visits
Fandom: Bones/Buffyverse
Title: Late Night Visits
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Seeley Booth/Buffy Summers, Angel, Parker Booth.
xoverland Theme: Doppleganger City
Content Warning: Spoilers for 522: The Beginning in the End.
Summary: Booth and Buffy get an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night.
Author’s Note: Part of my yet-to-be-titled seires (because with this, I’ve now officially written enough that I think it’s going to need one). And there will be more to this, that is not limited to 500 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to Joss and Hart Hanson. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
This? Was not good.
First of all, it was the middle of the night. People shouldn’t just drop by at one in the morning, vampire or no vampire. (Which, by the way, vampire? Seriously?) He wouldn’t have even been up if it hadn’t been for Buffy being on patrol and him wanting to make sure she got back okay. It was a nervous habit, sure, and he knew she didn’t really need it, but he figured that if he was the one out fighting vampires in the middle of the night, it might be nice to have a real live person to come home to as oppose to someone who was asleep in bed.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he couldn’t sleep himself. Not at all. In fact, if it was anyone who couldn’t sleep it was Parker, who was hyped up on caffeinated soda thanks to an outing with Xander and had spent the better part of the last few hours bouncing off the walls. So Booth was up and Parker was playing video games until his sugar high wore off, and this guy was knocking at his door, and he found himself staring into the face of his double. Which, to be perfectly honest, was a little jarring for both of them.
Seeley stared at him for a long minute, trying to process the fact that he was seeing his reflection, before clearing his throat and actually speaking. “Can, uh-can I help you?”
“I’m-I’m looking for Buffy,” the man replied, glancing around. “Is she here?”
“She’s out. I don’t know when she’ll be back.”
“Oh. She must be on patrol.” The man shifted uncomfortably. “I should go.”
“Yeah, maybe you should.”
A split second later, he heard the smack of the back door closing behind someone and Buffy’s voice coming to the forefront.
“You know what I hate? I hate it when they get slimy. It always seems to wind up ruining a-” Buffy stopped short when she saw them standing at the front door, almost dropping the scythe. True to what she said, she was covered in slime, but that seemed to be the least of her worries. “Angel. What are you doing here?”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Seeley held up his hands before pointing to the man on the other side of the door. “This is Angel?”
Buffy looked flustered. “Yes, uh-Seeley, this is Angel, Angel, this is Seeley Booth. My-boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Angel’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair. Seeley was left momentary curious as to whether or not his eyebrows did that, but that didn’t last. “Buffy.” The tone there meant something, but Seeley wasn’t sure what it was yet.
“Don’t. Don’t, okay? Outside.” She glared back at Angel for a moment, before turning back to Seeley. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Are you okay?” he asked. She looked up at him for a moment, before squeezing his hand gently.
“I’ll tell you when we’re done.”
Title: Late Night Visits
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Seeley Booth/Buffy Summers, Angel, Parker Booth.
xoverland Theme: Doppleganger City
Content Warning: Spoilers for 522: The Beginning in the End.
Summary: Booth and Buffy get an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night.
Author’s Note: Part of my yet-to-be-titled seires (because with this, I’ve now officially written enough that I think it’s going to need one). And there will be more to this, that is not limited to 500 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They belong to Joss and Hart Hanson. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
This? Was not good.
First of all, it was the middle of the night. People shouldn’t just drop by at one in the morning, vampire or no vampire. (Which, by the way, vampire? Seriously?) He wouldn’t have even been up if it hadn’t been for Buffy being on patrol and him wanting to make sure she got back okay. It was a nervous habit, sure, and he knew she didn’t really need it, but he figured that if he was the one out fighting vampires in the middle of the night, it might be nice to have a real live person to come home to as oppose to someone who was asleep in bed.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he couldn’t sleep himself. Not at all. In fact, if it was anyone who couldn’t sleep it was Parker, who was hyped up on caffeinated soda thanks to an outing with Xander and had spent the better part of the last few hours bouncing off the walls. So Booth was up and Parker was playing video games until his sugar high wore off, and this guy was knocking at his door, and he found himself staring into the face of his double. Which, to be perfectly honest, was a little jarring for both of them.
Seeley stared at him for a long minute, trying to process the fact that he was seeing his reflection, before clearing his throat and actually speaking. “Can, uh-can I help you?”
“I’m-I’m looking for Buffy,” the man replied, glancing around. “Is she here?”
“She’s out. I don’t know when she’ll be back.”
“Oh. She must be on patrol.” The man shifted uncomfortably. “I should go.”
“Yeah, maybe you should.”
A split second later, he heard the smack of the back door closing behind someone and Buffy’s voice coming to the forefront.
“You know what I hate? I hate it when they get slimy. It always seems to wind up ruining a-” Buffy stopped short when she saw them standing at the front door, almost dropping the scythe. True to what she said, she was covered in slime, but that seemed to be the least of her worries. “Angel. What are you doing here?”
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” Seeley held up his hands before pointing to the man on the other side of the door. “This is Angel?”
Buffy looked flustered. “Yes, uh-Seeley, this is Angel, Angel, this is Seeley Booth. My-boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Angel’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair. Seeley was left momentary curious as to whether or not his eyebrows did that, but that didn’t last. “Buffy.” The tone there meant something, but Seeley wasn’t sure what it was yet.
“Don’t. Don’t, okay? Outside.” She glared back at Angel for a moment, before turning back to Seeley. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Are you okay?” he asked. She looked up at him for a moment, before squeezing his hand gently.
“I’ll tell you when we’re done.”