Fic: Hands
Title: Hands
Disclaimer: Bones belongs to FOX, Hanson and Reichs
Rating: T
Spoilers: S5 finale
AN: Written for the 'What if'Comment Fic Meme at bitesize_bones
Prompt by tempertemper77: Booth/Brennan, The Beginning in the End, What if the simple hand holding at the airport was an act of restraint after BB had shared a more 'intimate' goodbye before Booth left for base?
Cam's "Oh my God!" melts into the background noise of public announcements and hard soles against the shiny floors.
Booth reminds her of when she saw him for the first time. It's his hair. He wears his hair the same way he did back then. Back when he wore black socks and a plain belt buckle.
Have they gone full circle? Is this the last time they will see each other? In the place where their partnership began for real? At the airport where he had Homeland Security hold her? All those cases ago when she blackmailed him into becoming his partner. Is this the place where their partnership ends too?
Or did it end three weeks ago when she did what he wouldn't do during their very first case? Can they stay partners after that?
oOoOo
A split second and she has made her decision. They have all had one last drink together. No tequila this time, just wine and beer (and banana daiquiris for Sweets.) She pulls open the cab door and slides onto the seat next to him.
"I thought you said Angela was driving you home, Bones."
"I'm not going home."
He reaches for her hand, a silent question. She replies by sliding her fingers between his.
oOoOo
For a fleeting moment she thinks he is going to kiss her. Here, where their partnership began for real and where it may end. He reaches for her hand. His fingers squeeze hers. She remembers how they felt against her neck, her shoulders. How they rested against the bare skin of her hips. She recalls the soft pressure of his lips against the inside of her wrists, her palms. The surprising softness of his hair between her fingers.
oOoOo
The day has barely begun when his alarm cuts through the grey stillness of the room. She blinks and meets his eyes across wrinkled sheets.
"One year from now. One year from now we meet by the Reflecting Pool on the Mall by the coffee cart... Bones?"
"By the coffee cart. One year from now."
oOoOo
He is not asking her to have coffee with him a year from today. When she agrees it is not to that.
She watches his retreating back until Daisy pulls on her sleeve. "Dr Brennan, we really, really have to go now!"
FIN
Disclaimer: Bones belongs to FOX, Hanson and Reichs
Rating: T
Spoilers: S5 finale
AN: Written for the 'What if'Comment Fic Meme at bitesize_bones
Prompt by tempertemper77: Booth/Brennan, The Beginning in the End, What if the simple hand holding at the airport was an act of restraint after BB had shared a more 'intimate' goodbye before Booth left for base?
Cam's "Oh my God!" melts into the background noise of public announcements and hard soles against the shiny floors.
Booth reminds her of when she saw him for the first time. It's his hair. He wears his hair the same way he did back then. Back when he wore black socks and a plain belt buckle.
Have they gone full circle? Is this the last time they will see each other? In the place where their partnership began for real? At the airport where he had Homeland Security hold her? All those cases ago when she blackmailed him into becoming his partner. Is this the place where their partnership ends too?
Or did it end three weeks ago when she did what he wouldn't do during their very first case? Can they stay partners after that?
oOoOo
A split second and she has made her decision. They have all had one last drink together. No tequila this time, just wine and beer (and banana daiquiris for Sweets.) She pulls open the cab door and slides onto the seat next to him.
"I thought you said Angela was driving you home, Bones."
"I'm not going home."
He reaches for her hand, a silent question. She replies by sliding her fingers between his.
oOoOo
For a fleeting moment she thinks he is going to kiss her. Here, where their partnership began for real and where it may end. He reaches for her hand. His fingers squeeze hers. She remembers how they felt against her neck, her shoulders. How they rested against the bare skin of her hips. She recalls the soft pressure of his lips against the inside of her wrists, her palms. The surprising softness of his hair between her fingers.
oOoOo
The day has barely begun when his alarm cuts through the grey stillness of the room. She blinks and meets his eyes across wrinkled sheets.
"One year from now. One year from now we meet by the Reflecting Pool on the Mall by the coffee cart... Bones?"
"By the coffee cart. One year from now."
oOoOo
He is not asking her to have coffee with him a year from today. When she agrees it is not to that.
She watches his retreating back until Daisy pulls on her sleeve. "Dr Brennan, we really, really have to go now!"
FIN