Bones fic: Guardian
Title: Guardian
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: K
Word count: 200
Notes: This is a double drabble (200 word story) that takes place after the last scene of Season 2, Episode 9 (Aliens in a Spaceship). (BB friendship.)
Spoilers: Up to Season 2, Episode 9 (Aliens in a Spaceship)
"Why don't we pick up some soup from the diner and take it back to your place?" Great idea, idiot. Soup makes everything better -- even the experience of being buried alive for 12 hours.
"I'm not really hungry. I just want to go home," she said, looking at him with eyes so blue and so honest and so damned alive that he couldn’t resist sending up one final prayer. Thank you.
He drove her home and insisted on escorting her inside. "I could stay over tonight... Take the couch..."
"Booth, thank you, but I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Bones," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm glad you're ok."
"I know. Good night, Booth."
"Good night, Bones. Lock the door behind me."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, shoving him toward the door.
Booth believed -- in his squints, in God, and in Bones. But tonight he wasn’t willing to push his luck. So instead of driving home, he locked the car doors and moved his seat back several inches. His eyes flicked to Bones' living room window, where a light still blazed.
A sip of stale coffee and he was ready for an all-nighter.
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I welcome any kind of feedback, positive or negative.
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: K
Word count: 200
Notes: This is a double drabble (200 word story) that takes place after the last scene of Season 2, Episode 9 (Aliens in a Spaceship). (BB friendship.)
Spoilers: Up to Season 2, Episode 9 (Aliens in a Spaceship)
"Why don't we pick up some soup from the diner and take it back to your place?" Great idea, idiot. Soup makes everything better -- even the experience of being buried alive for 12 hours.
"I'm not really hungry. I just want to go home," she said, looking at him with eyes so blue and so honest and so damned alive that he couldn’t resist sending up one final prayer. Thank you.
He drove her home and insisted on escorting her inside. "I could stay over tonight... Take the couch..."
"Booth, thank you, but I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Bones," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'm glad you're ok."
"I know. Good night, Booth."
"Good night, Bones. Lock the door behind me."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, shoving him toward the door.
Booth believed -- in his squints, in God, and in Bones. But tonight he wasn’t willing to push his luck. So instead of driving home, he locked the car doors and moved his seat back several inches. His eyes flicked to Bones' living room window, where a light still blazed.
A sip of stale coffee and he was ready for an all-nighter.
Click here for fic index.
I welcome any kind of feedback, positive or negative.