AN: Just a little something I came up with on a whim. I hope you like it.
Temperance Brennan held her head over the toilet as she threw up. Her partner, Seeley Booth sat behind her, holding her hair out of the way and rubbed soothing circles onto her back as she continued to purge her stomach. Once the contents were emptied, she looked back at him miserable. He handed her a damp wash cloth to clean her face before she collapsed back against the bathroom wall.
"You feeling any better," he asked as she closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths. When she opened them again, she glared back at him.
"This is your fault you know."
"My fault? How is this my fault?" He looked at her with wide eyes, his surprise evident.
"Don't you give me that. You know perfectly well that my current condition is your fault. You talked me into this; therefore, it's your fault."
"It takes two to tango Bones. You're as equally to blame. You didn't have to go along with it and you know it. Besides, it's not like I knew this was going to happen. How was I supposed to know you'd be so sensitive?"
"Sensitive? This is far from sensitive." Again, she jerked over the toilet and threw up. As the purging again stopped, Booth stood up and looked down at her with sympathy.
"Why don't I go see if I can rustle up something that will help settle your stomach."
"You don't have to be extra nice to me because of this whole situation, Booth."
"Oh stop it. You're having a difficult time and I am partly to blame for it. It's the least I can do." He squeezed her shoulder and offered a sympathetic smile before leaving her alone in the bathroom. Brennan sighed and sat back, her head resting on the cool wall of the bathroom. She never thought she'd be in this spot in her life. At least Booth was being supportive. She knew that he didn't need to be so nice to her right now, but he was being so helpful it made it hard not to be mad at him.
Slowly, she stood up and flushed away the evidence of her stomach contents. Turning on the faucet, she rinsed out her mouth before walking into the other room. She glanced over at the bed and threw it a dirty look. She wouldn't be in this condition if not for Booth's prodding and that…piece of furniture.
"Hey Bones, I found some crackers, will that do?" Booth handed the box of crackers to her and she smiled gratefully.
"Thanks Booth. You don't have to do this you know."
"Of course I do. We're a team, and I have to help take care of you." Brennan looked at the bed again and decided it wasn't the best idea to sit there. She instead found a chair and sat. Opening the crackers, she took a bite of the first one, desperately hoping that it wouldn't upset her stomach further. With a sigh, she looked at her partner contemplatively.
"This whole incident won't get back to the lab, right?"
"You mean the part about you throwing up all over the place?" There was a knock at the door, which Booth went over to answer. He let the woman there in and made his way back to Temperance.
"No, the whole thing. You know how Angela's going to react, not to mention how it might affect work."
"Well, it's not like we're planning for it to happen again."
"Just make sure that the next time we have a case in the Poconos we have normal accommodations and not someplace with a psychotic vibrating bed." Booth grinned at his partner and shook his head.
"Yeah, who knew one of those could get you motion sick."
AN: Admit it; you all thought she was pregnant. Admit it. You know you want to. Oh, and the woman Booth let in is a maid to clean up the psychotic vibrating bed, just so you know.