Bones Fanfic: Show Me What I'm Looking For (6/?)
Title: Show Me What I’m Looking For
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,923
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five
A/N: Song “In Repair” by Tim Hanauer.
You take your turns, your ups and downs
I take my chance, to comfort my heart
You may not get, things right the first time
It’s all you can do, to stay in a line
You’re in repair, your color’s run dry
I’m standing near, you can’t walk a straight line
I will save you, help you understand
When you break down, I will take your hand
I will save you, if someone can
You take your time to figure out
If what you think should be said aloud
You can admit you play with fire
You get your kicks and get back in line
You take your time to get better
If it takes your forever I’ll be by your side
You take your time, brings us together
to make it better, I’ll help you fight
Chapter 6
Although Brennan and Booth were standing side by side against the car, they had never felt further apart. Their arms were folded against their chests. Booth was kicking at the gravel with the tip of his shoe. Brennan was watching the dust he raised. They were both dealing with a deep disappointment in each other and the fact that their dream weekend was quickly changing into a nightmare.
“There’s John.”
“Wonderful,” Brennan said feeling anything but.
A man about six foot four with brown curly hair and deep brown eyes walked towards them. The smile on his face was welcoming. He and Booth greeted each other with an affectionate hug. “It great to see you Booth - it’s been too long.”
“You too, John.”
“So this must be Dr. Brennan…” John held out his hand to welcome her.
“Yeah, John, Dr. Temperance Brennan. Bones, John Preston, a very good friend of mine.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Brennan said politely, holding out her hand.
“It’s wonderful to have you here.” John liked her already - Something told him she would be very good for Booth.
“Well, let’s get your bags, and get you two home,” John said, opening the back of his car.
Booth’s heart was heavy as he pulled Brennan’s bags out of the trunk. He gave Brennan an angry look, “What did you do, pack bricks? So, you’d have something else to throw in my face?”
She shook her head in disgust. “Let’s just get this over with.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
John felt the tension between them. He tried to make small talk with Booth. Brennan was silent.
“You know Dr. Brennan, Olivia can’t wait to meet you.” John tried to pull her into the conversation.
“Please, call me Temperance, and it will be nice to meet her too. Have you two lived here long?” Brennan tried to contribute.
“Oh about six and a half years, Temperance.” John tried out her name.
As they rounded a bend in the road, Brennan sat up in her seat; the sight before her eyes left her speechless. A clear, blue lake glistening in the sunlight, surrounded by tall majestic trees. Off to the left on a small hill was a beautiful white Victorian house. The circular porch and ornate wood carvings made it one of the most unique homes she had ever seen.
A tall, slender woman with curly hair the color of copper rushed down the front steps anxiously to greet the new arrivals.
Booth exited the vehicle without a word, embracing her lovingly.
Brennan stood watching, feeling like the odd man out.
Booth pushed Olivia back slightly, looking down at her stomach, “Oh My God! You’re pregnant!” His voice was filled with happiness. He hugged her again, looking over her shoulder. “John, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Liv said she wanted to see the look on your face. Believe me Booth, you don’t cross a pregnant woman!” Olivia gave her husband one of those looks.
She pushed Booth away, “Booth, where are your manners?” She asked, walking over to Brennan.
Booth couldn’t bring himself to look into Brennan’s eyes. He walked towards them, but Olivia beat him to it.
“Hi I’m Olivia Preston, you must be Dr. Brennan.”
“Please, call me Temperance. Congratulations,” Brennan said, extending her hand.
Olivia ignored her hand, giving her a big hug. “Yes, it’s a miracle… Booth knows… don’t you?” She said meaningfully. Booth nodded, smiling happily.
“There is no such thing as miracle,” Brennan said matter-of-factly.
“Actually, there is.” Olivia patted her belly. She stepped back, sensing all was not well with their visitors.
“I’m sure the last thing you feel like doing is standing out here listening to us babble. Let’s get you two settled.” She motioned for Brennan to get back into the car.
“What… aren’t we staying here?” Brennan asked wondering what Olivia was doing.
“Heaven’s no! Not that we wouldn’t love to have you staying with us, mind you. Booth always stays at Le Havre. It’s just a half mile away from here.”
“Haven?” Brennan asked, interpreting the French word.
“Yes, it seems to fit it perfectly. Actually we usually call it Booth’s Le Havre since it’s there for him.”
Booth watched as Brennan digested this surprising information. She looked up at him, his expression was unreadable. She looked away quickly.
“Why don’t you two ladies go on ahead, Booth and I have some catching up to do. We’ll walk over in a while.”
“And they say women like talk.” Olivia laughed.
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Brennan liked Olivia. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green. There was something about her that Brennan found comforting. Olivia chatted away - about what Brennan couldn’t say; her mind was focused on one thing - was it possible to make things right with Booth? Did she even want to try?
The car came to a stop. The view from here was even more spectacular. The house they pulled up to was set back into a forestry grove. It was made of stone, its size camouflaged by the gigantic trees surrounding it. They walked thru a gate past a meticulously landscaped yard, filled with natural wild flowers and lush green shrubs.
Brennan entered the house and fell in love with it at first sight.
“Did you decorate this yourself?” She asked in wonder, taking in the light airy decor. The windows held a panoramic view of the lake. The furniture was mostly antique pieces, combined with some contemporary touches. It was elegant, yet comfortable and homey.
“You should have seen it before,” Olivia said remembering. “It was a mess, it needed so much work, John and Booth really had to put a lot of time into fixing it up, you’d never know now… ”
“Booth… helped you?” Brennan asked, surprised.
“Oh, more than you know. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have any of this.” Olivia paused to looked at Brennan’s face. “You know how they say there are angels walking on this earth, to help you when things are really bad? I think Booth’s ours.”
“Booth’s an angel?” Brennan asked confused. “What did he do?”
“John was hurt in a bad accident at work, the company tried to get out of paying. They contended the fault was his and the other workers for not taking precautions. We had so many medical bills. John couldn’t work, I was working two jobs. I was four months pregnant; it was a very stressful time for us. We decided to sue the company; we needed help with the medical bills that wiped out our savings. Our baby was on the way…” A sad look enveloped her face. “Anyway, we found Booth, and he helped us.”
“He helped you investigate the company.”
“Yes. He could see how desperate we were.” He worked days and nights for us. In the middle of it all, I had the baby three months early. He was way too small. He lived two days.” Olivia’s eyes got teary at the memory of her lost child and a pain that would never be extinguished.
“I’m so sorry.” Brennan consoled her, feeling the tears sting her eyes too.
“So there we were with more medical bills and no baby… Booth and John hit if off from the first day. When our little Andrew died, he was with us. He understood how devastated we were. He was so good to us, I’ll never forget it. I think knowing how heartbroken we were made him even more determined. We won the lawsuit because of him; he proved they were negligent. They had to pay all the hospital bills, including mine. He even got the judge to make them pay punitive damages.”
“That’s good.” Brennan smiled.
“That’s not all. He wouldn’t take one cent more than his expenses when he was working as a private investigator for us. I’m not even sure he took enough for that… That was right after he came back from the army, and before the FBI.” She said remembering his insistence that they should keep it and make a fresh start. “Bless Him.”
Brennan was deeply touched. She saw yet another facet to this ever surprising man.
“We were so lucky to find Booth. And now we have not one, but two beautiful homes, and this place that’s so peaceful after all that turmoil. We wanted Booth to have a place too, where he could come for rejuvenation. Things get pretty crazy out there sometimes with him being an Agent and all.”
“It’s a beautiful place.”
“Yes,” Olivia agreed. “He struggled so much being a sniper… oh how silly, you know.... I don’t need to tell you. You must need a place like this too.”
Olivia took her through the kitchen with its yellow and white ceramic tiles, gleaming counters, and modern appliances. The view from the kitchen was a yard with an old fashioned gazebo, and more wildflowers.
They headed up the steps; Olivia explained more about the renovation. She told stories of Booth and John working together.
Brennan smiled at picturing Booth as a carpenter, a plumber, and an electrician.
Olivia showed her two smaller bedrooms still in the process of renovation, and then led her to a room with double doors.
“This is Booth’s… I mean your… room.” Brennan took in the room - it was just as perfect as the rest of the house. She saw the thought that Olivia and John put into it to make a relaxing retreat for Booth. It wasn’t overly masculine. The word that came to her mind was peaceful.
A queen size four poster antique bed made of mahogany. The comforter looked to be homemade, fluffy and inviting. The moss green carpet was plush and soft. The overstuffed loveseat and matching chair
were arranged invitingly around the stone fire place. A small table held an intricately carved chess set. Over the mantle was a beautiful muted water color painting of a woodsy area, featuring a natural rock and waterfall.
“Who painted this?” Brennan was drawn to it.
“I did.”
“Oh Olivia, it’s wonderful, you’re so talented.”
“I’m lucky to be able to do something I love. If people find some beauty in it too, that makes me happy.”
“I would love to learn to paint someday… my best friend is an artist too. She’s amazing,” Brennan said wistfully.
“Temperance, I’m really glad that Booth brought you here. You two need to get away from that awful stress. You’re a cute couple. I’ve been hoping Booth would find someone to share his life with. I never thought Rebecca was a good fit for him, but you. Well, you are perfect.”
Brennan didn’t want Olivia to get the wrong impression. She liked her and felt it would be unfair to lie.
“Olivia… Booth and I… we’re not… I mean… we are attracted to each other… but it’s… we’re just here to have sexual intercourse,” she blurted out to her own surprise.
Olivia’s eyes widened in amusement. She kept a straight face. “Well, I kind of figured that.”
“No, you don’t understand… ” Brennan shook her head realizing Olivia wasn’t the only one. “We haven’t… this is our first… we’re just good friends,” She finished lamely.
“Oh… ” Olivia looked deeply into Brennan’s eyes. “Well, this is a very good place to be with a friend.”
“I’m… this is so embarrassing…”
“Temperance, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s not my business… I know we don’t know each other well yet… but if you ever need to talk to someone I’m a great listener…”
“It’s really a long story… but we’re really good friends.”
“Temperance, John and I were friends first too.” Olivia smiled sweetly.
“How long were you friends before?” She asked, biting her lower lip.
“A while… ”
Brennan looked out the window, trying to control what was bubbling to the surface.
“We had a big fight on the way up here. We’re leaving tomorrow. We both said things… ”
“Everyone says things they don’t mean… it’s just the way people react to protect themselves. People fight, Temperance. John and I fight like crazy sometimes; it’s all part of getting to know each other.”
“Well, I can live without getting to know that side of Booth.”
“Oh… you can’t leave yet, Temperance. Promise me, at least wait till you’ve gotten some rest and a fresh perspective on things before you decide. You want to stay, don’t you?”
Brennan’s eyes told Olivia all she needed to know.
“I’m not sure he does.”
“Temperance, give him a chance.” Olivia sensed she shouldn’t pry too much, “Booth is different here. Give him a little time to unwind and relax. This place is good for him, and I think he brought you here because he knew it would be good for you too.”
Brennan wondered why he brought her. “I hope so, Olivia.”
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John pointed out the latest improvements around the outside of his home. He and Booth sat down on the porch steps.
“She’s lovely, Booth, it’s about time you found her.”
“Yeah, she’s beautiful… ”
John hit him on the back. “So, then what’s the problem?”
“I… we… Bones... she… it isn’t… we are… I don’t know what the hell we are,” Booth finished in
confusion.
“Oh.”
“One minute I want to hold her, protect her and kiss her… and the next minute...” He sighed loudly, “I feel like I say things I don’t mean, and I mean things I can’t say… and I get so aggravated… she’s such a… ”
“Woman!”
“Yeah.”
“You’re in love with her.”
“Doesn’t take you long, does it?”
“How long did it take you?”
“The first time I saw her… it was like I’ve always known her.”
John nodded, remembering the feeling. “That’s terrific. Let me tell you, Booth, your life will never be the
same again.”
“You don’t understand John… it’s not the same for her.”
“It’s not?”
“How did I get myself into this?”
“Into what?”
“You wouldn’t believe it.”
“Try me.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
The two men walked into the Guest House carrying the luggage. Booth had Brennan’s pillow under his arm.
They walked up the stairs to find the two ladies chatting like old friends.
“Well, I can see Liv’s been talking your ear off,” John said kissing his wife on the forehead.
“Yes, we’ve talking about you the whole time.”
“Don’t bore Temperance to death!” John shook his finger at his wife.
Brennan looked at Booth; his face was a mask. “Well, we should let you two get a little rest, after that long drive…” Olivia exaggerated. Brennan had told her the story of their car fiasco.
Booth gave Olivia a ‘Thanks a lot’ look.
“Hey Booth, did you stop and ask for directions?” John asked, “Olivia is always nagging at me… I tell her, men don’t need directions. After all, look back in history, at the explorers. Nope… those men didn’t ask anyone for directions and they found everything just fine.”
Brennan laughed a little, Booth smiled.
“Do you see what I go through?” Olivia asked, looking at him lovingly.
“What you go through?” He asked smiling. “What about me putting up with the hormones from the Black Lagoon.”
“Ok… that’s it, out we go.” Olivia took her husband’s arm affectionately. “If you two need anything just call, the fridge is stocked. Oh… and if you need a car, mine’s all yours. Temperance, whenever you want, I’ll give you that tour of our house.”
“Thanks,” They both said in unison as Booth kissed Olivia on the cheek.
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The two ‘Lovebirds’ were alone at last. They heard the sound of Olivia and John’s car driving away.
They looked at each other, neither quite knowing what to say. The damage that occurred earlier was not easy to repair.
“Booth… I’m…”
“Here,” he said, handing her the pillow.
She took the pillow, holding it close to her for comfort.
“Booth,” she tried again.
“I’m going out for a walk.” He closed the door as he left the bedroom. He felt so guilty about what he said to her that he couldn’t face her yet. He needed time to think about how he would apologize to her; he wanted to make certain that she would forgive him.
“I’m so glad we had this chance to talk,” She said to the closed door. She held the pillow closer to her chest, letting her tears fall into it.
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A/N: Okay, that’s it for now. Next chapter should be up by Weds. So, what do you think of Olivia and John?
I would love to hear what you guys think so far? Reviews are good for the soul. *wink wink*
Author: biba79
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they belong to Hart Hanson.
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: T
Summary: When Brennan fears she may be incapable of truly making love, she asks Booth for help only he can provide. What will his answer be? Season Six. Booth/Brennan.
Word Count: 2,923
Previous Chapters: One - Two - Three - Four - Five
A/N: Song “In Repair” by Tim Hanauer.
You take your turns, your ups and downs
I take my chance, to comfort my heart
You may not get, things right the first time
It’s all you can do, to stay in a line
You’re in repair, your color’s run dry
I’m standing near, you can’t walk a straight line
I will save you, help you understand
When you break down, I will take your hand
I will save you, if someone can
You take your time to figure out
If what you think should be said aloud
You can admit you play with fire
You get your kicks and get back in line
You take your time to get better
If it takes your forever I’ll be by your side
You take your time, brings us together
to make it better, I’ll help you fight
Chapter 6
Although Brennan and Booth were standing side by side against the car, they had never felt further apart. Their arms were folded against their chests. Booth was kicking at the gravel with the tip of his shoe. Brennan was watching the dust he raised. They were both dealing with a deep disappointment in each other and the fact that their dream weekend was quickly changing into a nightmare.
“There’s John.”
“Wonderful,” Brennan said feeling anything but.
A man about six foot four with brown curly hair and deep brown eyes walked towards them. The smile on his face was welcoming. He and Booth greeted each other with an affectionate hug. “It great to see you Booth - it’s been too long.”
“You too, John.”
“So this must be Dr. Brennan…” John held out his hand to welcome her.
“Yeah, John, Dr. Temperance Brennan. Bones, John Preston, a very good friend of mine.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Brennan said politely, holding out her hand.
“It’s wonderful to have you here.” John liked her already - Something told him she would be very good for Booth.
“Well, let’s get your bags, and get you two home,” John said, opening the back of his car.
Booth’s heart was heavy as he pulled Brennan’s bags out of the trunk. He gave Brennan an angry look, “What did you do, pack bricks? So, you’d have something else to throw in my face?”
She shook her head in disgust. “Let’s just get this over with.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
John felt the tension between them. He tried to make small talk with Booth. Brennan was silent.
“You know Dr. Brennan, Olivia can’t wait to meet you.” John tried to pull her into the conversation.
“Please, call me Temperance, and it will be nice to meet her too. Have you two lived here long?” Brennan tried to contribute.
“Oh about six and a half years, Temperance.” John tried out her name.
As they rounded a bend in the road, Brennan sat up in her seat; the sight before her eyes left her speechless. A clear, blue lake glistening in the sunlight, surrounded by tall majestic trees. Off to the left on a small hill was a beautiful white Victorian house. The circular porch and ornate wood carvings made it one of the most unique homes she had ever seen.
A tall, slender woman with curly hair the color of copper rushed down the front steps anxiously to greet the new arrivals.
Booth exited the vehicle without a word, embracing her lovingly.
Brennan stood watching, feeling like the odd man out.
Booth pushed Olivia back slightly, looking down at her stomach, “Oh My God! You’re pregnant!” His voice was filled with happiness. He hugged her again, looking over her shoulder. “John, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Liv said she wanted to see the look on your face. Believe me Booth, you don’t cross a pregnant woman!” Olivia gave her husband one of those looks.
She pushed Booth away, “Booth, where are your manners?” She asked, walking over to Brennan.
Booth couldn’t bring himself to look into Brennan’s eyes. He walked towards them, but Olivia beat him to it.
“Hi I’m Olivia Preston, you must be Dr. Brennan.”
“Please, call me Temperance. Congratulations,” Brennan said, extending her hand.
Olivia ignored her hand, giving her a big hug. “Yes, it’s a miracle… Booth knows… don’t you?” She said meaningfully. Booth nodded, smiling happily.
“There is no such thing as miracle,” Brennan said matter-of-factly.
“Actually, there is.” Olivia patted her belly. She stepped back, sensing all was not well with their visitors.
“I’m sure the last thing you feel like doing is standing out here listening to us babble. Let’s get you two settled.” She motioned for Brennan to get back into the car.
“What… aren’t we staying here?” Brennan asked wondering what Olivia was doing.
“Heaven’s no! Not that we wouldn’t love to have you staying with us, mind you. Booth always stays at Le Havre. It’s just a half mile away from here.”
“Haven?” Brennan asked, interpreting the French word.
“Yes, it seems to fit it perfectly. Actually we usually call it Booth’s Le Havre since it’s there for him.”
Booth watched as Brennan digested this surprising information. She looked up at him, his expression was unreadable. She looked away quickly.
“Why don’t you two ladies go on ahead, Booth and I have some catching up to do. We’ll walk over in a while.”
“And they say women like talk.” Olivia laughed.
X-X-X-X-X-X
Brennan liked Olivia. Her eyes were a beautiful emerald green. There was something about her that Brennan found comforting. Olivia chatted away - about what Brennan couldn’t say; her mind was focused on one thing - was it possible to make things right with Booth? Did she even want to try?
The car came to a stop. The view from here was even more spectacular. The house they pulled up to was set back into a forestry grove. It was made of stone, its size camouflaged by the gigantic trees surrounding it. They walked thru a gate past a meticulously landscaped yard, filled with natural wild flowers and lush green shrubs.
Brennan entered the house and fell in love with it at first sight.
“Did you decorate this yourself?” She asked in wonder, taking in the light airy decor. The windows held a panoramic view of the lake. The furniture was mostly antique pieces, combined with some contemporary touches. It was elegant, yet comfortable and homey.
“You should have seen it before,” Olivia said remembering. “It was a mess, it needed so much work, John and Booth really had to put a lot of time into fixing it up, you’d never know now… ”
“Booth… helped you?” Brennan asked, surprised.
“Oh, more than you know. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have any of this.” Olivia paused to looked at Brennan’s face. “You know how they say there are angels walking on this earth, to help you when things are really bad? I think Booth’s ours.”
“Booth’s an angel?” Brennan asked confused. “What did he do?”
“John was hurt in a bad accident at work, the company tried to get out of paying. They contended the fault was his and the other workers for not taking precautions. We had so many medical bills. John couldn’t work, I was working two jobs. I was four months pregnant; it was a very stressful time for us. We decided to sue the company; we needed help with the medical bills that wiped out our savings. Our baby was on the way…” A sad look enveloped her face. “Anyway, we found Booth, and he helped us.”
“He helped you investigate the company.”
“Yes. He could see how desperate we were.” He worked days and nights for us. In the middle of it all, I had the baby three months early. He was way too small. He lived two days.” Olivia’s eyes got teary at the memory of her lost child and a pain that would never be extinguished.
“I’m so sorry.” Brennan consoled her, feeling the tears sting her eyes too.
“So there we were with more medical bills and no baby… Booth and John hit if off from the first day. When our little Andrew died, he was with us. He understood how devastated we were. He was so good to us, I’ll never forget it. I think knowing how heartbroken we were made him even more determined. We won the lawsuit because of him; he proved they were negligent. They had to pay all the hospital bills, including mine. He even got the judge to make them pay punitive damages.”
“That’s good.” Brennan smiled.
“That’s not all. He wouldn’t take one cent more than his expenses when he was working as a private investigator for us. I’m not even sure he took enough for that… That was right after he came back from the army, and before the FBI.” She said remembering his insistence that they should keep it and make a fresh start. “Bless Him.”
Brennan was deeply touched. She saw yet another facet to this ever surprising man.
“We were so lucky to find Booth. And now we have not one, but two beautiful homes, and this place that’s so peaceful after all that turmoil. We wanted Booth to have a place too, where he could come for rejuvenation. Things get pretty crazy out there sometimes with him being an Agent and all.”
“It’s a beautiful place.”
“Yes,” Olivia agreed. “He struggled so much being a sniper… oh how silly, you know.... I don’t need to tell you. You must need a place like this too.”
Olivia took her through the kitchen with its yellow and white ceramic tiles, gleaming counters, and modern appliances. The view from the kitchen was a yard with an old fashioned gazebo, and more wildflowers.
They headed up the steps; Olivia explained more about the renovation. She told stories of Booth and John working together.
Brennan smiled at picturing Booth as a carpenter, a plumber, and an electrician.
Olivia showed her two smaller bedrooms still in the process of renovation, and then led her to a room with double doors.
“This is Booth’s… I mean your… room.” Brennan took in the room - it was just as perfect as the rest of the house. She saw the thought that Olivia and John put into it to make a relaxing retreat for Booth. It wasn’t overly masculine. The word that came to her mind was peaceful.
A queen size four poster antique bed made of mahogany. The comforter looked to be homemade, fluffy and inviting. The moss green carpet was plush and soft. The overstuffed loveseat and matching chair
were arranged invitingly around the stone fire place. A small table held an intricately carved chess set. Over the mantle was a beautiful muted water color painting of a woodsy area, featuring a natural rock and waterfall.
“Who painted this?” Brennan was drawn to it.
“I did.”
“Oh Olivia, it’s wonderful, you’re so talented.”
“I’m lucky to be able to do something I love. If people find some beauty in it too, that makes me happy.”
“I would love to learn to paint someday… my best friend is an artist too. She’s amazing,” Brennan said wistfully.
“Temperance, I’m really glad that Booth brought you here. You two need to get away from that awful stress. You’re a cute couple. I’ve been hoping Booth would find someone to share his life with. I never thought Rebecca was a good fit for him, but you. Well, you are perfect.”
Brennan didn’t want Olivia to get the wrong impression. She liked her and felt it would be unfair to lie.
“Olivia… Booth and I… we’re not… I mean… we are attracted to each other… but it’s… we’re just here to have sexual intercourse,” she blurted out to her own surprise.
Olivia’s eyes widened in amusement. She kept a straight face. “Well, I kind of figured that.”
“No, you don’t understand… ” Brennan shook her head realizing Olivia wasn’t the only one. “We haven’t… this is our first… we’re just good friends,” She finished lamely.
“Oh… ” Olivia looked deeply into Brennan’s eyes. “Well, this is a very good place to be with a friend.”
“I’m… this is so embarrassing…”
“Temperance, you don’t owe me an explanation. It’s not my business… I know we don’t know each other well yet… but if you ever need to talk to someone I’m a great listener…”
“It’s really a long story… but we’re really good friends.”
“Temperance, John and I were friends first too.” Olivia smiled sweetly.
“How long were you friends before?” She asked, biting her lower lip.
“A while… ”
Brennan looked out the window, trying to control what was bubbling to the surface.
“We had a big fight on the way up here. We’re leaving tomorrow. We both said things… ”
“Everyone says things they don’t mean… it’s just the way people react to protect themselves. People fight, Temperance. John and I fight like crazy sometimes; it’s all part of getting to know each other.”
“Well, I can live without getting to know that side of Booth.”
“Oh… you can’t leave yet, Temperance. Promise me, at least wait till you’ve gotten some rest and a fresh perspective on things before you decide. You want to stay, don’t you?”
Brennan’s eyes told Olivia all she needed to know.
“I’m not sure he does.”
“Temperance, give him a chance.” Olivia sensed she shouldn’t pry too much, “Booth is different here. Give him a little time to unwind and relax. This place is good for him, and I think he brought you here because he knew it would be good for you too.”
Brennan wondered why he brought her. “I hope so, Olivia.”
X-X-X-X-X-X
John pointed out the latest improvements around the outside of his home. He and Booth sat down on the porch steps.
“She’s lovely, Booth, it’s about time you found her.”
“Yeah, she’s beautiful… ”
John hit him on the back. “So, then what’s the problem?”
“I… we… Bones... she… it isn’t… we are… I don’t know what the hell we are,” Booth finished in
confusion.
“Oh.”
“One minute I want to hold her, protect her and kiss her… and the next minute...” He sighed loudly, “I feel like I say things I don’t mean, and I mean things I can’t say… and I get so aggravated… she’s such a… ”
“Woman!”
“Yeah.”
“You’re in love with her.”
“Doesn’t take you long, does it?”
“How long did it take you?”
“The first time I saw her… it was like I’ve always known her.”
John nodded, remembering the feeling. “That’s terrific. Let me tell you, Booth, your life will never be the
same again.”
“You don’t understand John… it’s not the same for her.”
“It’s not?”
“How did I get myself into this?”
“Into what?”
“You wouldn’t believe it.”
“Try me.”
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The two men walked into the Guest House carrying the luggage. Booth had Brennan’s pillow under his arm.
They walked up the stairs to find the two ladies chatting like old friends.
“Well, I can see Liv’s been talking your ear off,” John said kissing his wife on the forehead.
“Yes, we’ve talking about you the whole time.”
“Don’t bore Temperance to death!” John shook his finger at his wife.
Brennan looked at Booth; his face was a mask. “Well, we should let you two get a little rest, after that long drive…” Olivia exaggerated. Brennan had told her the story of their car fiasco.
Booth gave Olivia a ‘Thanks a lot’ look.
“Hey Booth, did you stop and ask for directions?” John asked, “Olivia is always nagging at me… I tell her, men don’t need directions. After all, look back in history, at the explorers. Nope… those men didn’t ask anyone for directions and they found everything just fine.”
Brennan laughed a little, Booth smiled.
“Do you see what I go through?” Olivia asked, looking at him lovingly.
“What you go through?” He asked smiling. “What about me putting up with the hormones from the Black Lagoon.”
“Ok… that’s it, out we go.” Olivia took her husband’s arm affectionately. “If you two need anything just call, the fridge is stocked. Oh… and if you need a car, mine’s all yours. Temperance, whenever you want, I’ll give you that tour of our house.”
“Thanks,” They both said in unison as Booth kissed Olivia on the cheek.
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The two ‘Lovebirds’ were alone at last. They heard the sound of Olivia and John’s car driving away.
They looked at each other, neither quite knowing what to say. The damage that occurred earlier was not easy to repair.
“Booth… I’m…”
“Here,” he said, handing her the pillow.
She took the pillow, holding it close to her for comfort.
“Booth,” she tried again.
“I’m going out for a walk.” He closed the door as he left the bedroom. He felt so guilty about what he said to her that he couldn’t face her yet. He needed time to think about how he would apologize to her; he wanted to make certain that she would forgive him.
“I’m so glad we had this chance to talk,” She said to the closed door. She held the pillow closer to her chest, letting her tears fall into it.
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A/N: Okay, that’s it for now. Next chapter should be up by Weds. So, what do you think of Olivia and John?
I would love to hear what you guys think so far? Reviews are good for the soul. *wink wink*