|Faith In Bones
Author: FaithinBones PM
This is a collection of short stories. Each chapter will be unrelated unless I say otherwise. Prompts are welcome.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Friendship - S. Booth & T. Brennan - Chapters: 26 - Words: 30,942 - Reviews: 352 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 34 - Updated: 05-08-13 - Published: 01-01-13 - id: 8860928
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Spitfire303 prompt: for partners what if B&B are mistaken for a couple and play along with it as a joke leading to questions.
Sometime after "The Bones that Foam". This is definitely AU and possibly a little OC.
I don't own Bones.
Booth had complained that he was hungry so spying a place called the Dogfish Head Alehouse in Gaithersburg, Maryland he pulled into the parking lot. "Ok, you have to eat at a place called Dogfish Head Alehouse. I mean wow."
Staring at the building, Brennan sighed, "I suppose you do."
Laughing, Booth exited the truck and walked around it to the passenger's side. Waiting for Brennan to exit the truck, Booth Googled the restaurant on his phone and studied the menu. Brennan staring over his arm at the small screen, pointed, "Oh, they have a nice variety of salads."
Nodding his head, Booth exclaimed, "Hey mac and cheese. Hey, you can add chicken or steak, awesome."
Rolling her eyes, Brennan responded, "I suppose we should go in."
Placing his arm around her waist, Booth smiled, "Come on, you'll love it. When we get back we can tell everyone where we ate. They'll be green with envy that we found a place like this."
Walking across the parking lot, Booth noticed an elderly couple standing beside their car staring at a flat tire. Walking over to the car, Booth smiled, "Do you folks need help?"
Frowning, the elderly man replied, "Nah, I'll call my son and he can come get us. I'll have the car towed someplace."
Shaking his head, Booth smiled, "If you have a spare I'll change it for you."
Surprised, the man's wife replied, "Oh dear, we don't want to be any trouble." Watching Brennan step next to Booth, the lady continued, "I'm sure you have something better to do that mess with our old tires."
Shaking his head, Booth responded, "Nah, give me the keys to your trunk, I'll take care of it."
Handing over the keys, the elderly man spoke, "My name is Bill and this is my wife Drew. Thanks for helping."
Booth popping the trunk, started pulling out stuff and laying it on the ground to get access to the spare tire and jack.
Drew turning to Brennan smiled, "Your man is so sweet. You're such a lovely couple."
Frowning, Brennan observed Booth remove his jacket. Stepping closer to him, she took it from him and smiled, "I'll take this Honey."
Startled, Booth stared at Brennan, "Is everything ok?"
Smiling, Brennan replied, "Sure Buck. Everything is fine."
Catching on, Booth beamed, "Ok, Wanda, this won't take long."
Drew, wrapping her arm around her husband's arm, admired Booth's efficiency as he took the old tire off and put the new one on. Noticing the gun holster and the badge, she asked, "Is your man a policeman?"
Brennan shook her head, "No he's with the FBI."
Impressed, Drew responded, "Oh my. I've never met an FBI agent before. Are all FBI agents so sweet and kind?"
Brennan, feeling mischievous, replied, "Oh, yes, its part of the FBI motto."
Snickering under his breath, Booth tightened the lug nuts on the replacement tire, stood and carried the flat back to the trunk of the car.
Drew, impressed that the FBI hired sweet men, smiled, "The FBI sure are different on the TV. I think it's a shame that Hollywood makes them seem so hard nose."
Nodding her head gravely, Brennan responded, "Yes, sometimes my husband just weeps over the terrible image the FBI has with the public because of TV and movies."
Rolling his eyes, Booth picked up the stuff that had previously been in the trunk and put them back in. Arranging everything to make maximum room, Booth finally closed the trunk and handed the keys back to the couple.
Bill, wanting to repay the kindness insisted, "Oh you have to let up buy you lunch."
Shaking his head, Booth replied, "Nah, that's ok. We aren't allowed to take money or gratuity from the public."
Disappointed, Bill remarked, "What a dumb rule. Still, we're going to eat lunch, you want to join us for company?"
Smiling, Booth replied, "Sure." Retrieving his jacket from Brennan he put it back on then extended his arm, "Wanda."
Placing her arm around Booth's arm, Brennan smiled, "Buck loves mac and cheese and we heard they sell it here."
Nodding her head, Drew responded, "It ain't like any you've ever eaten Honey."
Sitting in the restaurant, Booth sat close enough to Brennan to allow him to keep his arm around her. Intermittently he'd hug her and once in a while he'd lean closer and kiss her. Brennan, feeling each feathery kiss on her cheek felt her pulse quicken every time Booth leaned near her. Her skin felt flushed and a little hot as the lunch progressed.
Drew and Bill, awed at how cute Booth and Brennan looked together, smiled and patted them each on their hands. Drew, happy for the couple sitting across the table from her gushed, "You two are such a beautiful couple. I hope you're with each other forever. You are so cute I could just eat you up."
Laughing, Booth kissed Brennan and remarked, "Wanda is my soul mate, Drew. She was made for me."
Frowning, Brennan stared at Booth and then down at her hands. Looking up she noticed Drew staring at her.
Smiling, Drew spoke, "Men can be such hopeless romantics, Dear. When you find one like that make sure not to let them go. Love can be hard to find in this mean old world. When you do find it make sure you guard it and nurture it. It might not come back around again."
Walking back to his SUV, Booth kept looking back at Brennan. Finally stopping at the rear of his truck, Booth stopped and spoke, "That was fun Bones, thanks."
Nodding her head, Brennan asked, "Am I your soul mate, Booth?"
Flustered, Booth replied, "Uh, what are you talking about?"
Staring at Booth intently, Brennan responded, "You told Drew and Bill I was your soul mate. Were you making that up or do you really think I'm your soul mate?"
His face suddenly serious, Booth nodded his head, "I'm not sure I should answer that one Bones. The last thing I want to do is scare you or make you angry."
Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "I want to know the answer Booth. I promise not to be afraid or angry with your answer. I find myself to be quite brave lately. I'm not sure why. I think I've changed since you were kidnapped and almost killed on that boat Booth. I almost lost you and it's made me rethink a few things in my life. It's made me face some fears that I've had since I was very young and I've decided that I'm tired of how those fears dictate how I live. I want to know if you really think I'm your soul mate or that was just you acting like Buck."
Sighing, Booth placed his hands on Brennan's upper arms, "Bones, Buck wouldn't know a soul mate if it came up to him and smacked him on the head. I on the other hand know what a soul mate is and believe me, you are the one I've been looking for my whole life. You're the one who completes me. So, yes, you are my soul mate."
Glancing down at Booth's chest and then back up at his worried face, she smiled, "You complete me too Booth. When I'm with you I feel like I can be me. I don't have to pretend to be anyone I can just be me and I love you for that. I love that you know who I am and accept me as I am."
Pulling her closer to him, Booth kissed Brennan tenderly on the lips. Pulling back, Booth smiled, "We need to talk Bones. We need to talk about us."
Nodding her head, Brennan smiled, "Yes, we need to talk about us."
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