Summary: This is a double drabble -- a 200-word story -- that takes place after Booth and Bones leave the church at the end of Aliens in a Spaceship.
Disclaimers: Please don't sue me; neither Bones nor the characters belong to me.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who read or read and reviewed any of my recent updates. I'm in the process of replying to you all personally. Again, thank you!
"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.
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
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."
"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.