A/N: This has probably been done before and if it has, I'm sorry if I'm being redundant or boring OR if my words remind you of something else you've read. I can promise you that I've never read a fic like this before, and that's why I have to get it out there, because this idea's stuck in my head and it's driving me insane. It's COMPLETELY AU at this point, obviously, since it starts from the 100th episode. It's what I wish they had said. I'm also writing from Sweets' POV, something I've never done before. I'm doing my best but if something needs tweaking, let me know! :) Some of Sweets' info says (about is background, etc.) is what I know from the show plus things I added (Like the biological psych tidbit). You'll see.
Oh, and by the way…no Hannah. Yeah. That's how I roll. Lol
"You kissed…" I speak the words as a statement, letting the words roll over me to help me realize that my book was crap.
"There was tongue contact."
I fall back into my chair.
"My book is crap," I confide to my two favorite patients.
"Well that's why we wanted to come here today," she says. Sure, that totally makes me feel a whole lot better. I think about saying that to her, but she doesn't understand sarcasm and I'm not in the mood to explain.
"Yeah, we just wanted to warn you, Sweets, so you wouldn't be barking up the wrong tree," he adds. He looks sorry for me. Now I'm never going to get published.
"How long did this affair last?"
I have to know. My inner gossip queen needs to know.
He takes a deep breath in, and seems to hold it. She looks at him. They each smile slightly. They're having another one of those moments. Charlie, Booth's favorite junior agent, and I have talked on several occasions what it's like being around them. Charlie and I both had parents who were inseparable. His parents are planning on celebrating forty eight years together next month. Mine died days apart, neither of them willing to be apart for too long. Both our parents had 'moments' similar to mypatients.
"Should we tell him?" she asks him. And suddenly, it's like I'm not even in the room. I hate the way they do that.
"Yes!" I shout, then more calmly, "Yes, you should."
She looks at me and then looks back at him and sighs. He sighs too and puts a little smirk on his face. I just want to wipe that goofy grin off.
He launches off into the story. They're back, kissing on the steps to the pool hall. She tells me they don't go home together.
"'Tequila,'" she quips, using that lame excuse. Tequila normally makes you do things you shouldn't or don't want to. I want to yak thinking about the time my biological psychology professor took my class to a gay bar. Way too much tequila that night.
She tells me she got into the cab, on the sole intention of going home alone. Yeah, right. He's not about to let that happen.
And I'm right. He tells me he climbed in the cab with her and went back to her place. They're adamant nothing happened that night, only talking, staying up 'til four to sober up together, looking up hangover cures online, and showering, separately.
I want to believe them. Like, it's awesome that they've been together that long, but what about all those other boyfriends and girlfriends I've heard about. So I ask.
They claim they've been on and off again for years. Pete, Tessa, Sully, Cam, all flings and only a few came close to forever ending what they had. But nothing could. It took a big shake up in their professional relationship, Booth's time on that dilapidated ship rigged with explosives, to really set in both their minds that they wanted nothing else, no one else.
They confess they're in the process of moving his things to her place. Moving in together? Had their relationship progressed this far without me knowing?
"There is no way my book is getting published now," I tell them. And he laughs. She, an accomplished author herself, sympathizes with me and my literary failure and chastises him for his chuckle.
"So, that's it?" I want to know. There has to be more to it. "You guys have been hiding it from us for this whole time?"
She shrugged. "We didn't want to mention it because I didn't want our personal relationship to interfere with our professional one."
"Yeah," he chimes in, "I mean, you know how Angela is. She'd never let us get anything done."
"I have a feeling she knows. I'm pretty sure she saw us the other day," she tells him, doing that thing again where I'm suddenly nowhere to be seen.
"Oh you mean when we…Oh, well then, so Angela knows. And she probably told Hodgins who probably told all of the Squinterns and probably even Zach so…maybe it's just you and Cam that are out of the loop," he amends.
I nod, smile and roll my eyes. Of course I'm the last to know. I'm always the last to know everything.
His phone beeps and he says the movers, or Russ and Jared, are at his place. They stand to leave. And, being the totally awesome observer I am, I noticed the way he looks at her. It's almost the same way he's always looked at her, but something's different and I just can't put my finger on it.
But he looks back at me.
"You don't believe us, do you, Sweets?"
I shrug. "It hasn't sunk in yet." It's not a lie. I totally didn't see this coming.
He gets that egotistical smirk and he crosses the room in two steps to her. It's a hungry kiss. And much to my surprise, she doesn't pull away.
I want to look away, but…shit, I'm fascinated. I've been waiting to see something like this for…well, since I've known them.
"Come on, babe," he says, "let's go boss the movers around."
He smiles at her glare. "How many times to I have to tell you? And just because Doctor Sweets knows about us now does not give you permission to call me babe, baby or anything else you can think of!"
Looking at me and then back at her, he lowers his voice and says, "what about…you know…"
"In bed. But only then," she says, not bothering to whisper. His cheeks turn pink and he avoids my eyes.
"See ya later, kid. Sorry about your book," he says, pulling her out the door.
They're gone. I can't even believe this is happening. It's like a dream come true. Just as I'm packing up my stuff, she appears in my doorway.
"Yes, Doctor Brennan?"
"Our session for Friday is still on. Booth has issues with me discussing our sex life with Angela. I need you to convince him to not…"
"Be a prude?" I finish for her.
She smiles. "Yes."
"Friday it is, then," I confirm.
"Thank you, Sweets." She turns to leave and I stop her.
"I'm really very happy for you."
She smiles again, but this smile is, like, the most gigantic smile I've ever seen.
She leaves and I can't help but think of my parents. Something about my patients just remind me of them. It's love. And I know, I know, cheesy, but it's totally true. My mom and dad were completely and undeniably in love with each other. And so are my friends. Finally.
And thank God because Angela and I were getting ready to stage an intervention.
A/N: I really hope you guys liked that. I'm thinking of adding a few follow up one-shots to this if enough people like it. It could just stand on its own and I'm fine with that, but feedback on how I wrote Sweets would be very much appreciated :)