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[thefbiagent]

He hadn’t meant to slice open his knee, of course, it just happened. He’d been finishing up a run down the beach and had mounted the path up toward the compound when he’d tripped on an exposed root, sending him tumbling on his ass. Thankfully no one had been there to see it, but he’d ripped his knee a bit on the fall. "Shit," he muttered, eying the

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[fallen_ancient]

Passing the clinic during her daily rounds, Morgan recognized broad shoulders ducking into the clinic. It pleased her to note that she recognized him by his shoulders, since that meant she had actually encompassed his physical form sufficiently without engaging intimately with him to do so. So she wore a soft, self-satisfied smile as she followed in after; if he had been moving under his own power, he could not be too terribly injured.

"Hello Seel--" Her eyes widened, stomach twisting in a very unpleasant reminder of her corporeality at the sight of so much blood. She did not shrink back or cover her mouth with her hand, but they did clench tightly at her waist. She swallowed hard before she advanced toward him. "Shall I get a doctor?"

[thefbiagent]

He glanced up at the clipped greeting, seeing Morgan. "Hey, Morgan," he turned back, cleaning out the towel in the sink, and getting more clean water on it before turning back to mop up his calf. "No, no, it's fine. It looks a lot worse than it is, actually." He took a double take at her face, noticing she was a little pale. "You all right?"

[fallen_ancient]

Her eyes tracked his movements, expression smoothing out despite the nausea that still threatened. "There seems to be a great deal of blood. You're certain you do not wish someone to tend it?" Perhaps if she did not think about how she felt, it would recede. "I'm fine." It had the sound of a child protesting it was not tired between yawns but she would not let the sight of blood master her when she had seen and permitted the blood of millions to be shed in her ten thousand years.

[thefbiagent]

He glanced down, mouth opening for a moment before snapping shut again. Oh, the blood. Sometimes he forgot how squeamish people could get about blood; and, of course, now he'd tracked it down the hallway. He quickly finished with his knee; it had stopped bleeding, and he'd cleaned up his calf well enough.

He stepped over to her side, squeezing her hand quickly, smiling. "It's really okay, I've got a lot more blood where that came from, and it's not going anywhere." He squeezed out the towel, dampening it with water again, and stooped to clean up the trail through the clinic.

[fallen_ancient]

"I am not frightened of blood," Morgan answered, not precisely pulling her hand away but giving him an unfairly cross look anyhow. Her shoulders straightened, chin came up and her eyes went hard, stubborn. "I am simply not accustomed to the sensory experience."

[thefbiagent]

He straightened up, eyebrows raised. "I never said you were afraid." He tossed the towel in the sink, coming to stand next to her. "Gotta listen more carefully, Morgan." He cocked his head to the side, smiling. "Life is a sensory experience. And sometimes, that involves blood." He shrugged. "I'm just used to it, is all."

[fallen_ancient]

"Life is a sensory experience now, Seeley Booth." Morgan's chin stayed high, tone less haughty but equally cool. "I lived ten thousand years as pure consciousness. Visceral experience of that which was purely intellectual for millennia requires some getting used to." Leaving aside that it had been the cut on her hand that had first proven her mortality to her.

[thefbiagent]

He arched an eyebrow, nodding. "Ahhh, pure consciousness, right." He curled his lips for a moment, wry and amused. "Well, welcome to mortality, Morgan." He smiled fondly.

[fallen_ancient]

"Do you not believe me?" She could not be certain, as she simply did not know him well enough. Her eyebrow lifted in bemusement.

[thefbiagent]

"No, I believe you." He paused, smiling crookedly. "I just don't care." He grinned widely. "What we've got is the here and now, and right now? You're mortal."

[fallen_ancient]

"An acceptable position," Morgan replied, her lips curving in true amusement. "I have always been mortal, simply not corporeal. In any event, I am, as you observe, both now."

[thefbiagent]

Booth lifted a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples for a moment. He forgot just how much like Bones Morgan could be. "Right," He smiled, shaking his head. "In any case, we bleed. No big deal, just a little red stuff." He shrugged. "'Kay?"

[fallen_ancient]

"B," Morgan begins, intending to tell him that 'blood' begins with a B. She stops herself with a wry look, and moves closer to him instead. "Did you hit your head when you fell or have I given you a headache?"

[thefbiagent]

Booth grinned wide, shaking his head. "No, Morgan, I'm fine. Just." He sighed, smiling. "You remind me of someone from home."

[fallen_ancient]

"I see." Her lips quirked and her hands moved to fold in front of her. "This someone is a friend, I hope."

[thefbiagent]

Booth nodded, eyes growing soft, fond-- nostalgic. "Absolutely. My partner, from home." He shook his head. "She was... literal. Like you."