It was not the kind of thing that Wednesday normally found Dr. Brennan reading, and though she always paid attention to what Dr. Brennan was doing she paid particular attention to this for its abnormality.
"Are you planning to dissect a child?" she asked finally.
"No," Temperance said truthfully. "That's not as much fun as it sounds." She did offer a small smile at Wednesday. Funnily enough, Wednesday's status as a child and her own pregnancy did not seem to interact.
When Angela had walked into the rec room and found Brennan surrounded by books, she didn't think anything was off. It wasn't until she stepped forward and glanced at some of the titles that she frowned.
"Sweetie..." she started, then her mind filled in the rest of the blanks for her.
"Oh my God, Bren!" She dropped to her knees in front of her friend, eyes wide and smiling. "Really?"
"Noooo," Temperance said, shaking her head. Quickly. She had to lie to Angela and get away with it. She wasn't sure why the need to do so was so deeply ingrained but there it was. "Someone... else. Is. One of the doctors in the clinic and it sparked an interest."
John handed her a coconut shell full of strawberries and carefully wedged grapefruit. The pieces might have been arranged in a smiley face.
"Here you go," he said, beaming at in her such a way that suggested he was either high or excited about more than fruit. "Gotta keep your strength up." He took a breath and cleared his throat, but the grin did not diminish. "For learning about pygmies."
Actually, to Temperance, it was a very normal look for him.
"Thank you," she said, accepting the fruit. She did acknowledge the need to increase her vitamin intake, though she'd undoubtedly be sick of fruit before the end of her pregnancy. However, he was more than a little obvious.
Especially combined with her reading choices.
"I appreciate your increased interest in science."
"Science is awesome," said John. He reached over and popped one of the strawberries into his mouth, instinctively grabbing her hand after. "So how's science treating you this fine morning?"
Every time Temperance wondered if this was going to be worth it, she simply tracked him down and looked at him until he did something like this. It was incredibly reassuring.
The days after the ball had been relatively calm in comparison to the days leading up to them. He couldn't say he preferred it, but it was good to get a chance to think things through.
Like Morgan and her friends, and the crazy situation he'd managed to get himself into. At least the base psychologist wasn't around to come up with convoluted reasons about...making up for the lack of excitement and unpredictability that accompanied gate travel. It was much easier to put it into simpler terms.
He clearly didn't know what was good for him.
In lieu of figuring out what was, he made his way to the Compound and the rec room--hoping for a good distraction.
At first he thought that the bookshelf had actually collapsed in a spiteful effort to bury someone. A moment later, he realized it was just Crichton's wife attempting to bury herself.
"I'm not the most discerning reader...but there's got to be more interesting stuff than that on the shelves."
"Take a look," she said, daring the bookshelf to come up with something he might find more (quote-unquote) interesting.
It was never difficult for her to tell the difference between her husband and his doppleganger. Not only were there some differences that likely came with different lifestyles, the kind of thing she noticed that usually upset people, but it was just an... air.
Anyone who bothered to take more than a glance would see their differences. Cam was highly doubtful they shared any traits--save for a vaguely similar face. Otherwise, one would think Crichton wouldn't annoy him so much.
Cam nodded, and wandered over to the bookcase. Unsurprisingly, the list held...mostly bad sci fi novels. He glanced over at her, and pointed toward the shelves. "Well...if you're interested in catching up to...fifty some Star Trek novels...I'm sure they're riveting in comparison."
Yorick recognized John's wife, but, he was glad, not in the same way he recognized one of his other neighbors, that chick from Mallrats. Only older. And pregnant. Anyway, he knew who Temperance was, he'd just never been introduced.
He opened his mouth to give a friendly hello and nice to live by you type greeting, when he noticed what she was reading.
It was a vaguely familiar looking man that John had adopted. Without in any way detracting from John's good intentions, she was fairly used to the phenomenon by now.
"I have a friend who's pregnant," she lied, hoping it would come easily enough.
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"Are you planning to dissect a child?" she asked finally.
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"Sweetie..." she started, then her mind filled in the rest of the blanks for her.
"Oh my God, Bren!" She dropped to her knees in front of her friend, eyes wide and smiling. "Really?"
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"Noooo," Temperance said, shaking her head. Quickly. She had to lie to Angela and get away with it. She wasn't sure why the need to do so was so deeply ingrained but there it was. "Someone... else. Is. One of the doctors in the clinic and it sparked an interest."
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"Here you go," he said, beaming at in her such a way that suggested he was either high or excited about more than fruit. "Gotta keep your strength up." He took a breath and cleared his throat, but the grin did not diminish. "For learning about pygmies."
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"Thank you," she said, accepting the fruit. She did acknowledge the need to increase her vitamin intake, though she'd undoubtedly be sick of fruit before the end of her pregnancy. However, he was more than a little obvious.
Especially combined with her reading choices.
"I appreciate your increased interest in science."
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"I feel fine."
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Like Morgan and her friends, and the crazy situation he'd managed to get himself into. At least the base psychologist wasn't around to come up with convoluted reasons about...making up for the lack of excitement and unpredictability that accompanied gate travel. It was much easier to put it into simpler terms.
He clearly didn't know what was good for him.
In lieu of figuring out what was, he made his way to the Compound and the rec room--hoping for a good distraction.
At first he thought that the bookshelf had actually collapsed in a spiteful effort to bury someone. A moment later, he realized it was just Crichton's wife attempting to bury herself.
"I'm not the most discerning reader...but there's got to be more interesting stuff than that on the shelves."
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It was never difficult for her to tell the difference between her husband and his doppleganger. Not only were there some differences that likely came with different lifestyles, the kind of thing she noticed that usually upset people, but it was just an... air.
Oh, the domesticity is starting.
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Cam nodded, and wandered over to the bookcase. Unsurprisingly, the list held...mostly bad sci fi novels. He glanced over at her, and pointed toward the shelves. "Well...if you're interested in catching up to...fifty some Star Trek novels...I'm sure they're riveting in comparison."
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Frankly, she would have picked the reading with anthropological implications anyway.
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He opened his mouth to give a friendly hello and nice to live by you type greeting, when he noticed what she was reading.
His eyebrows went up.
"Congratulations?"
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"I have a friend who's pregnant," she lied, hoping it would come easily enough.
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