Drabble, Bones

[rhienelleth]

This is sort of filling two requests.  stephdub and kismeteve both wanted Bones.

Booth/Brennan - Rain, Chinese food, and reruns of TV shows were the prompts, but I skewed that last request slightly.  And I was going to work fandom in there, stephdub, but it just didn't quite fit.  Still, Brennan at least questions the validity of Star Wars, so that's something, at any rate. :)  Maybe I'll do another drabble later, after seeing tonight's ep.

Bones, 750 words.

He made her watch Star Wars – the original trilogy, a distinction he seemed to feel incredibly important, for some reason – and she couldn’t keep quiet and just watch.  Too many scientific implausibilities, despite Booth’s admonition that as a writer, she should appreciate a good story.

“Yes,” she told him, because she felt the irrational need to defend herself more as a writer than as a scientist, “but I back up my stories with good science.  How hard is it to research the practicality of a two foot sword made of light?” 

“Pass the lo mein,” Booth griped, “and just try to turn off that squint brain of yours and enjoy the movie, will you?”

She did, for his sake.  After all, he’d driven all the way across town in the worst downpour the city had seen in months, just to bring her a stack of DVDs and take out from Mr. Lee’s, the best Chinese food in DC.  She’d bought the TV/DVD combo herself, weeks ago when her brother had stayed with her for a few days. 

She was finding that people found comfort and familiarity in watching programs and movies together.  It created a bond, a link of commonality that she would’ve liked to explore in greater detail, anthropologically speaking. 

It was something of a surprise when he knocked on her door.  Record rainfall had produced enough flooding to make the streets hazardous to travel.  People were largely homebound for the time being, yet here was Booth, movies and Chinese in hand.  He had, she realized, missed her during her sabbatical almost as much as she’d missed him.  Which was gratifying to know.  She’d been half afraid to come back and find he’d replaced her with Hodgins as his partner in crime solving. 

Grateful that he hadn’t, unspeakably happy to see him – even if she wasn’t going to show it – she tried, really tried to like the movie and ignore the scientific irregularities.  But she couldn’t keep silent any longer when Luke turned off his targeting computer at the behest of a dead man’s voice. 

“Dead men,” she said disapprovingly, “don’t talk.  And a computer would have much more precise targeting capabilities—”

“Bones.” 

She stopped, looked at him, and pressed her lips together in a terse line when he just raised an eyebrow. 

“Fine,” she said, none too graciously, and picked up the box of sweet and sour pork, spearing one of the goblets with her chopsticks.  “I’ll be quiet.”

They made it almost entirely through the second movie, but she couldn’t take it anymore when Han Solo was frozen in carbonite, and her outraged protest drove Booth to finally pushing the ‘stop’ button. 

“Ok, ok,” he muttered.  “At least from now on you’ll know who Darth Vader is.”  He went through the stack of DVDs and slid out a new one.  “How about something a little different?  You should like this; a pair of FBI agents who solve mysteries and unexplained phenomenon, and she’s even a scientist…”

He was right, she enjoyed the X-files, or at least the episodes where a reasonable scientific explanation could be diagnosed to fit the phenomenon.  She rather admired Scully for putting up with Mulder and his wild assertations, and couldn’t help but point out that she, while a scientist, also got to carry a gun.

“Well, yeah,” said Booth, taking a long pull off his bottle of Guinness, “but she’s an FBI agent.  You’re not.”

She threw her napkin at him, for lack of anything better as a projectile. 

By the time they got to the shapechanging aliens, it was late enough that her eyes were drooping, and Booth had fallen asleep on her couch.  Quietly, Brennan stopped the player and packed the leftover take out in to the fridge.  The rain was still falling against the panes of her living room window, a good indication that the streets would still be experiencing flooding.

She looked at Booth, and hesitated only for a moment before retrieving an extra blanket and laying it over him.  She didn’t want him driving in this weather, and besides, there was something comfortable about having him asleep in her apartment.  Something warm and safe feeling. 

She smiled to herself as she headed back to her bedroom.  Over breakfast, maybe she’d tell him about her newest book, and the dedication she’d written in the front of it.  They were no Scully and Mulder, and she wasn’t and FBI agent, but they were definitely partners.  Even if he wouldn’t let her carry a gun.

 

 

 

 

Comments

[carmen-sandiego.livejournal.com]

AW, that's lovely. And of course Brennan would appreciate Scully!

[rhienelleth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, short and kinda sweet. My first foray, so I was really just looking to nail their voices down for possible future fic excursions.

[angel-grace.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is lovely! There really isn't enough good Booth/Brennan fic out there. Of course, the fact that they watched two of my favorite things just made it all the more endearing. And I loved that Booth pointed out that it was the original trilogy. A man after my own heart. :) Wonderful job!

[rhienelleth.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :) And there really isn't enough Bones fic, is there? I tried to find some today, and there is definitely a sad lack. I'd've expected at least some of the BtvS and Ats fans to follow the show for DB, and maybe write some stuff.

[stephdub.livejournal.com]

Lovely! It makes me wish that I had a Booth to sleep on my couch. Who am I kidding, like he'd be on the couch for long! And really, I think it fills my prompts. I just wanted some out of work interaction between the two of them.

Why is there such a lack of Bones fic out there? It's very sad. And since I'm not a writer, I can't really do anything about it. Hint hint. :)

[kismeteve.livejournal.com]

I love it. Vader and Scully, and slightly exasperated Booth!