the last four bones drabbles
Prompt: Fever
Word Count: 150
“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Booth asked sipping down from the glass Brennan handed him.
“Booth, no. You’re getting out of control. I think I may need to take you to the hospital.” She turned to grab her jacket, but he reached out and pulled her back by her waist.
“No no no no no no. I am not that bad. I’ll be fine.” He fell back onto the couch, and smacked his lips. “I could use some more water though.” Brennan made her way to the kitchen and brought another glass and a thermometer.
“Drink this, after I get your temperature.” He played with the thermometer in his mouth. “103. I think I should take you up to the ER, just to be safe.”
“Nahhh… all I need is a good rest, some more water, and you.” He grinned a sloppy grin. Brennan couldn’t help but smile.
Prompt: Play
Word count: 127
Dr. Temperance Brennan sighed as she observed the people seated around her. Teary eyed mothers clapping inappropriately, proud fathers videotaping every detail, and Booth, who was smiling as wide as she had ever seen.
“Booth!” she hissed. “What am I doing here?” He glared at her, and then turned back to the stage. A new set of seven year olds came parading out in handmade costumes.
“There’s Parker!” he whispered as he elbowed her. Sure enough, the sandy haired boy rushed across the stage.
“I am a carrot!” he shouted. “I am good for your eyes!” He backed into the line of other vegetables.
“Carrots are his favorite,” Booth whispered.
“I never would’ve guessed,” Brennan folded her arms. Booth glared again. “Kidding! He’s cute.” She added playfully.
Prompt: Fall
Word Count: 168
Booth had fallen again, deep into a fit of gambling. He hadn’t shown up for work in two days. The only person he had called was his partner, Dr. Brennan. She knew exactly where he was without being told. He was slurring his words and the sound of “winning” echoed behind him.
“You need to get out of there,” she had warned him.
“No worries,” he coughed, “I can win it back. Just gimme a few more days.”
“Booth-” He hung up. That was on the first day.
Less than a week later, he was standing outside her apartment. The rain had soaked him to the bone. Moments after he knocked, she ushered him in.
Handing him a towel and some coffee, she said, “You need sleep. Come into the guest room.”
“I have nothing,” he said without moving. She stopped. “I lost everything.” She knew this was going to happen.
“I have the guest room set up for you,” she said quietly.
“Thank…you…” he said feebly.
Prompt: Cage
Word Count: 138
I hate this lab. It holds me back. I put up this all-I-want-is-work front because I know if I told them how I truly felt they’d stare.
And I hate how they stare.
As a kid, I was gawky, had glasses and braces, and was disproportionably tall compared to my peers. I was a dork. I made myself fell better by making myself smarter. I knew my superior intellect would get me further than their stupid games.
Still…
I always wanted to be an artist. Be a free spirit who could express herself through paint on a canvas or capture the perfect moment with the click of a shutter. I am magnificently jealous of Angela for that. But I know if I told her my hearts ambition, she’d just be another one to stare.
I’ll never get out.
Word Count: 150
“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Booth asked sipping down from the glass Brennan handed him.
“Booth, no. You’re getting out of control. I think I may need to take you to the hospital.” She turned to grab her jacket, but he reached out and pulled her back by her waist.
“No no no no no no. I am not that bad. I’ll be fine.” He fell back onto the couch, and smacked his lips. “I could use some more water though.” Brennan made her way to the kitchen and brought another glass and a thermometer.
“Drink this, after I get your temperature.” He played with the thermometer in his mouth. “103. I think I should take you up to the ER, just to be safe.”
“Nahhh… all I need is a good rest, some more water, and you.” He grinned a sloppy grin. Brennan couldn’t help but smile.
Prompt: Play
Word count: 127
Dr. Temperance Brennan sighed as she observed the people seated around her. Teary eyed mothers clapping inappropriately, proud fathers videotaping every detail, and Booth, who was smiling as wide as she had ever seen.
“Booth!” she hissed. “What am I doing here?” He glared at her, and then turned back to the stage. A new set of seven year olds came parading out in handmade costumes.
“There’s Parker!” he whispered as he elbowed her. Sure enough, the sandy haired boy rushed across the stage.
“I am a carrot!” he shouted. “I am good for your eyes!” He backed into the line of other vegetables.
“Carrots are his favorite,” Booth whispered.
“I never would’ve guessed,” Brennan folded her arms. Booth glared again. “Kidding! He’s cute.” She added playfully.
Prompt: Fall
Word Count: 168
Booth had fallen again, deep into a fit of gambling. He hadn’t shown up for work in two days. The only person he had called was his partner, Dr. Brennan. She knew exactly where he was without being told. He was slurring his words and the sound of “winning” echoed behind him.
“You need to get out of there,” she had warned him.
“No worries,” he coughed, “I can win it back. Just gimme a few more days.”
“Booth-” He hung up. That was on the first day.
Less than a week later, he was standing outside her apartment. The rain had soaked him to the bone. Moments after he knocked, she ushered him in.
Handing him a towel and some coffee, she said, “You need sleep. Come into the guest room.”
“I have nothing,” he said without moving. She stopped. “I lost everything.” She knew this was going to happen.
“I have the guest room set up for you,” she said quietly.
“Thank…you…” he said feebly.
Prompt: Cage
Word Count: 138
I hate this lab. It holds me back. I put up this all-I-want-is-work front because I know if I told them how I truly felt they’d stare.
And I hate how they stare.
As a kid, I was gawky, had glasses and braces, and was disproportionably tall compared to my peers. I was a dork. I made myself fell better by making myself smarter. I knew my superior intellect would get me further than their stupid games.
Still…
I always wanted to be an artist. Be a free spirit who could express herself through paint on a canvas or capture the perfect moment with the click of a shutter. I am magnificently jealous of Angela for that. But I know if I told her my hearts ambition, she’d just be another one to stare.
I’ll never get out.