Bones is great!
A STORY WITH WORDS AND PICTURES
This is a good story, guys. I know that because I wrote it!
One day, Dr Temperance "Bones" Brennan went to work. She liked her job an awful lot, as it let her indulge her fascination with;
Looking intense,
Going undercover to net a betting ring,
Learning about electricity,
Demonstrating the power of microscopes,
Going on nature adventures,
And looking at decomposed corpses.
Lots of decomposed corpses.
What good times they had! Bones laughed at that, to herself, and flipped her hair over one shoulder in an attractive way.
She saw her coworker, Dr Lance Sweets, working. (faded-lilac adds; "the streets! he's working the streets!" Not in this story, missy.)
"Hey, what is up, fellow doctor?" (That is what she said, zing.)
Dr Lance Sweets tried to move away. "Nothing, nothing at all. Trained seals!"
Trained seals are pretty great.
Bones, while intrigued, was also a specialist in understanding things like this. Maybe Dr Lance Sweets had developed professional ethics! Over night, like he had a dream or something where the ghosts of Hippocrates and Asclepius had come to him. (Little did she know!)
Later that same day, Bones was roving around the Jeffersonian, solving crime.
And looking hot.
Her totally-not-in-a-romantic-way partner, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, noticed this, despite the aforementioned totally-not-in-a-romantic-way.
"Your hair is really pretty."
Bones realized that she needed to consult with some other scientists. Booth was busy watching her really pretty hair, so he followed along.
They walked down some corridors, for a while, exchanging banter about television. Or, Booth did, and Bones was quietly amused.
WHAT WAS THAT?
WHAT DID WE JUST SEE?
Dr Lance Sweets and his not-actually-a-partner-but-in-that-way-banging, Dr Zach Addy, were...
STARRING IN A HOMOSEXUAL PORNOGRAPHIC FILM!
WHAT.
Booth mumbled something about getting some popcorn, because he was a heterosexual male who dealt poorly with supposed threats to his masculinity, like watching his coworkers get it on. That's okay, Homo Boneyass.
Because she was not blind, Bones' interest was piqued.
Piqued so much that she stayed to help hold the lights.* (*not a euphemism. Bones had always wanted to be a grip!**) (**a euphemism.)
"Dr Brennan!" Zach squeaked, because he was a twink, and in the classy lingo of the homosexual pornographic film industry, a bottom for this scene, and had not expected his boss to see him in this compromising a position. (Also she was like his mom, okay. If you have ever been up-ended and filmed in medically-themed gay porn, and your mom has just walked in, let me know how it feels. Emotionally; I've got the physical part down. Like Zach, zing.)
"Zach! You were very good." Bones was proud of her assistant; he had been looking lonely and sad, and maybe like he might start apprenticing himself to a cannibalistic serial killer, but he had a hobby, now. Zach squeaked again, in recognition of Bones' keen appreciation of his talents, and ran off, to not become a serial killer.
Dr Lance Sweets was discussing something with the cameraman, but Bones raised an eyebrow significantly, and he acknowledged her. Bones kept her eyebrow raised. "So, you were telling the truth when you said that you weren't proud of the way you had raised money for grad school. And, just, one question, were you keeping this secret from me this morning?" Dr Lance Sweets shook his head, and said something quietly, so Bones leaned in to hear it;
"I was figuring out the cover."
R&R, please!
This is a good story, guys. I know that because I wrote it!
One day, Dr Temperance "Bones" Brennan went to work. She liked her job an awful lot, as it let her indulge her fascination with;
Looking intense,
Going undercover to net a betting ring,
Learning about electricity,
Demonstrating the power of microscopes,
Going on nature adventures,
And looking at decomposed corpses.
Lots of decomposed corpses.
What good times they had! Bones laughed at that, to herself, and flipped her hair over one shoulder in an attractive way.
She saw her coworker, Dr Lance Sweets, working. (faded-lilac adds; "the streets! he's working the streets!" Not in this story, missy.)
"Hey, what is up, fellow doctor?" (That is what she said, zing.)
Dr Lance Sweets tried to move away. "Nothing, nothing at all. Trained seals!"
Trained seals are pretty great.
Bones, while intrigued, was also a specialist in understanding things like this. Maybe Dr Lance Sweets had developed professional ethics! Over night, like he had a dream or something where the ghosts of Hippocrates and Asclepius had come to him. (Little did she know!)
Later that same day, Bones was roving around the Jeffersonian, solving crime.
And looking hot.
Her totally-not-in-a-romantic-way partner, FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth, noticed this, despite the aforementioned totally-not-in-a-romantic-way.
"Your hair is really pretty."
Bones realized that she needed to consult with some other scientists. Booth was busy watching her really pretty hair, so he followed along.
They walked down some corridors, for a while, exchanging banter about television. Or, Booth did, and Bones was quietly amused.
WHAT WAS THAT?
WHAT DID WE JUST SEE?
Dr Lance Sweets and his not-actually-a-partner-but-in-that-way-banging, Dr Zach Addy, were...
STARRING IN A HOMOSEXUAL PORNOGRAPHIC FILM!
WHAT.
Booth mumbled something about getting some popcorn, because he was a heterosexual male who dealt poorly with supposed threats to his masculinity, like watching his coworkers get it on. That's okay, Homo Boneyass.
Because she was not blind, Bones' interest was piqued.
Piqued so much that she stayed to help hold the lights.* (*not a euphemism. Bones had always wanted to be a grip!**) (**a euphemism.)
"Dr Brennan!" Zach squeaked, because he was a twink, and in the classy lingo of the homosexual pornographic film industry, a bottom for this scene, and had not expected his boss to see him in this compromising a position. (Also she was like his mom, okay. If you have ever been up-ended and filmed in medically-themed gay porn, and your mom has just walked in, let me know how it feels. Emotionally; I've got the physical part down. Like Zach, zing.)
"Zach! You were very good." Bones was proud of her assistant; he had been looking lonely and sad, and maybe like he might start apprenticing himself to a cannibalistic serial killer, but he had a hobby, now. Zach squeaked again, in recognition of Bones' keen appreciation of his talents, and ran off, to not become a serial killer.
Dr Lance Sweets was discussing something with the cameraman, but Bones raised an eyebrow significantly, and he acknowledged her. Bones kept her eyebrow raised. "So, you were telling the truth when you said that you weren't proud of the way you had raised money for grad school. And, just, one question, were you keeping this secret from me this morning?" Dr Lance Sweets shook his head, and said something quietly, so Bones leaned in to hear it;
"I was figuring out the cover."
R&R, please!