Bones Mini-Fic: Window Dressing
I'm trying to get my swing back. Here's my first try. It's an excerpt from something larger I've been fiddling with, but this can certainly stand on its own.
Title: Window Dressing
Raiting: Babies
Words: 465
Summary: Brennan tells Angela of a B/Baby. All dialogue. Starts with Angela. They're at Brennan's apartment.
“So, you’re shacking up?”
“What? I don’t know what that means.”
“Living with Booth.”
“We’re not living together.”
“When was the last night you spent without Booth?”
“I don’t know an exact date.”
“What was the last night you spent alone here?”
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Because you and Booth are shacking up, and I’m thinking about killing you for not telling me. I want to be absolutely positive before I commit murder.”
“You can’t be absolutely positive.”
“What?”
“It’s redundant. Positivity is a binary concept. You either are or you aren’t.”
“Bren, you’re trying to distract me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are, and what’s adorable is that you don’t even realize it. Look, sweetie, I think it’s wonderful that you and Booth are living together-“
“-we haven’t really talked about-“
“-and I think that’s a great first step. I know you’re wary of the commitment thing, but you and Booth…I mean, I hope you know, it’s a permanent thing. And I know that can be hard for you to accept, because you’ve had so much loss in your life, but he’s not going anywhere, I know it, and I think you do, too, and if that means one day you get married, or have kids-“
“I’m pregnant.”
“-then I think that…what?”
“I’m pregnant.”
"..."
“It’s Booth’s. If you were wondering.”
“Oh! Bren, I wasn’t…I wasn’t wondering. Of course it is. And what am I saying?! Sweetie! A baby! You and Booth…and it’s not like that stupid shit you were trying before Booth got sick-“
“-it wasn’t stupid-“
“Oh my God, it was ridiculous, but who CARES?! You’re pregnant!”
“There’s still a lot to think about. We need to decide if we want to move in together-“
“-you’re already living together, sweetie-“
“-and there’s the FBI and our jobs. We may not be allowed to work together-“
“-Booth will shoot someone in the face before he lets anyone else go out with you now-“
“-and we still disagree about so many things; we’re very different-“
“Stop it. Stop it right there.”
“What?”
“You’re not very different. You’re practically the same person.”
“Angela, that’s just not true. Booth believes in God, and faith, and I believe in reason and-“
“No. No, no, no. And don’t say it again, because that’s the mess that kept you two apart for so long. You believe in Booth. Booth believes in you. And you’re the only people who can give that to each other, for about a million reasons. Everything else is…well, it’s like you told me about skin and muscle, once. The rest is window dressing.”
“You’re saying that Booth and I are like the skeleton? An underlying structure?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying all along.”
“I think I like that idea very much.”
Title: Window Dressing
Raiting: Babies
Words: 465
Summary: Brennan tells Angela of a B/Baby. All dialogue. Starts with Angela. They're at Brennan's apartment.
“So, you’re shacking up?”
“What? I don’t know what that means.”
“Living with Booth.”
“We’re not living together.”
“When was the last night you spent without Booth?”
“I don’t know an exact date.”
“What was the last night you spent alone here?”
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Because you and Booth are shacking up, and I’m thinking about killing you for not telling me. I want to be absolutely positive before I commit murder.”
“You can’t be absolutely positive.”
“What?”
“It’s redundant. Positivity is a binary concept. You either are or you aren’t.”
“Bren, you’re trying to distract me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are, and what’s adorable is that you don’t even realize it. Look, sweetie, I think it’s wonderful that you and Booth are living together-“
“-we haven’t really talked about-“
“-and I think that’s a great first step. I know you’re wary of the commitment thing, but you and Booth…I mean, I hope you know, it’s a permanent thing. And I know that can be hard for you to accept, because you’ve had so much loss in your life, but he’s not going anywhere, I know it, and I think you do, too, and if that means one day you get married, or have kids-“
“I’m pregnant.”
“-then I think that…what?”
“I’m pregnant.”
"..."
“It’s Booth’s. If you were wondering.”
“Oh! Bren, I wasn’t…I wasn’t wondering. Of course it is. And what am I saying?! Sweetie! A baby! You and Booth…and it’s not like that stupid shit you were trying before Booth got sick-“
“-it wasn’t stupid-“
“Oh my God, it was ridiculous, but who CARES?! You’re pregnant!”
“There’s still a lot to think about. We need to decide if we want to move in together-“
“-you’re already living together, sweetie-“
“-and there’s the FBI and our jobs. We may not be allowed to work together-“
“-Booth will shoot someone in the face before he lets anyone else go out with you now-“
“-and we still disagree about so many things; we’re very different-“
“Stop it. Stop it right there.”
“What?”
“You’re not very different. You’re practically the same person.”
“Angela, that’s just not true. Booth believes in God, and faith, and I believe in reason and-“
“No. No, no, no. And don’t say it again, because that’s the mess that kept you two apart for so long. You believe in Booth. Booth believes in you. And you’re the only people who can give that to each other, for about a million reasons. Everything else is…well, it’s like you told me about skin and muscle, once. The rest is window dressing.”
“You’re saying that Booth and I are like the skeleton? An underlying structure?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying all along.”
“I think I like that idea very much.”