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Bones fic: Always On Your Side (2/?)
B/B Touch - lerdo
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Title: Always On Your Side (2/?)
Chapter: 2/? [WIP]
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through season 2
Notes: Post-ep for Stargazer in a Puddle. Honoring Hodgins' and Angela's request, Booth and Bones attend their friends' wedding reception and find that sometimes, circumstances change even when you're not looking for them to do so.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Author's Note: As always, many thanks for reading and reviewing. I so enjoy hearing what you think — even if what you think is that I suck. ;) Seriously though, constructive criticism is always welcome. I won't break.

I like to respond to everyone personally and am almost caught up on replies now. If you commented recently and I haven't written you back, either you're not logged in, you didn't leave an email address, or I just haven't gotten to you yet.

If you're reading this story, I'm curious what you think of this chapter. If you're reading and not commenting, that's ok, too.

Hope you're all having a good week.

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Chapter 2: "Everyone's invincible, but it's just pretend."

Temperance Brennan: "Sometimes people need to explain things to me, I guess."
Russ Brennan: "Then, you have to let them talk to you."


When Booth removed his finger from Temperance's lips and tried to ignore how desperately he wanted to kiss her, she released a shaky sigh and got to her feet unsteadily. Before she averted her face, he noticed the sheen of tears in her eyes. His fists clenched involuntarily. He swallowed, scared of the emotions coursing through him. If he'd had a sword available, he would gladly have slayed her dragons — every last one of them.

"I think I should go change."

"You don't need to hide from me," he said, his voice quiet. Brennan's back stiffened, and she froze in mid-step.

"That isn't what I'm doing."

"Sure looks that way to me, Bones." He rose from the couch.

She crossed the room to switch on another light before returning to face him, head held high. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she made no move to brush them away. It almost made him smile — knowing that she let him see her cry. Almost. There was a time when a show of vulnerability like that would have been unthinkable. "You think you know everything, don't you?"

"Not everything, Bones. Just you."

She scoffed and shook her head. "Suddenly you're a mind reader." She crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow. "So tell me what I'm thinking, Booth."

He tilted his head. Tear-stained cheeks. Too many emotions to name swirled in blue eyes that were too big in her pale face. "You're thinking about your family."

Brennan's lips twisted in a smile that told him he was wrong even before she spoke. "Wrong," she replied smugly. "I was thinking that I miss Sully."

For a second, he could have sworn his heart stopped. A flash of cold followed by a blast of heat, as the rage built. "You miss Sully," he repeated, struggling to keep his voice calm and even, though he would gladly have kicked the ass of the man in question if he hadn't been on a boat in the Caribbean.

"Yes, I missed him today, seeing Angela and Hodgins. Even though they didn't get married, it's obvious to any observer that they are happy. I'm happy to see my friend so happy. But I admit there's a part of me that's envious — that wants what she has."

"You want to get married?"

"No, of course not. Marriage is an antiquated—"

"Please don't start with the lecture on marriage right now. Tell me, what do you want?" The answer suddenly seemed very important, and he strained to hear what she would say.

A deep breath that made her chest rise and fall. A slim hand at her throat. "I want... I want someone who stays. When Angela turned down Hodgins' proposal, he just kept trying. When that didn't work, he just let her be Angela. He accepted her. He stayed. I just wish Sully had stayed, too. That's all." She dropped her hand and fiddled with the purple fabric of her dress. "The sex was great. We did things. We had fun. We would have continued to have fun if he'd just stayed."

"Why are you telling me this?" Just imagining her with Sully made him want to hit something. He had to be careful. At that moment, a hundred crazy ties wouldn't have lessened his rage.

"You asked. I'm sharing. Isn't that what you're always telling me to do?"

Having the words he'd spoken to her so many times thrown back at him in that context didn't sit right. He shifted and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the stiffness there. "Let me ask you something. If things with Sully were that great, why didn't you sail away with him?"

"You remember what Dr. Wyatt said — I'm not ready to lead a purposeless life yet."

"Yeah, that's what he said. I want to know what you have to say. So I'll ask you again: why didn't you go with Sully?" His hands felt empty, useless, now that he wasn't touching her. He stuffed them into his pockets and held his breath, waiting for her answer.

"Why are we even discussing this, Booth? Why does it matter to you why I didn't leave with Sully?"

He released the breath he'd been holding. "Because I stayed." He touched his hand to his chest. "I'm still here." If you want me.

"So what? You don't count. Sully liked me."

"Of course he liked you, Bones. What's not to like?"

"No, I mean he liked me. Not because of my job or what I can do — just me."

"Is that what this is about? You think I don't like you?" He pretended he didn't understand a lot of her scientific explanations just to keep her talking. Because he liked the sound of her voice. He wore his flashiest socks on the days he knew he'd see her, hoping he'd be able to show them off — so he could watch her shake her head and smile that little smile that always felt like a gift just for him. He made excuses to see her when they weren't working a case.

Nah, he didn't like her.

"Look, Booth, I know you tolerate me. Yes, we get along better now than we did in the beginning. But I embarrass you. I don't get all your jokes, I rarely know the 'right' thing to say. Even your boss doesn't like me."

He waved away her comment. "Cullen doesn't know you like I do. Bones, first and even second impressions can be deceptive." He gestured at himself. "Look at me. What do you see?"

Her gaze swept him from head to toe, and her face assumed the intent expression it did whenever she examined remains. "I see a male, mid-30's, Caucasian descent." Her lips quirked in a small smile. "Well-structured—"

"Thanks."

"—Height, approximately 6 feet 1 inches. I would need to measure the femur and humerus to be certain. Weight—"

"Not just my appearance," he said, interrupting her analysis. Trust her to interpret his question in the most literal way possible. Not that he minded her looking at him. "When you think of me, what else comes to mind?"

Booth watched, fixated, as Brennan looked away, her clinically detached expression dissolving into...what exactly?

"I think of how much you love your son," she said softly. "How much you love this country. I think of how hard you work to catch criminals, and of how good you are at doing so."

"Ok. Now, think back to when we started working together. What did you think of me then?"

Without hesitating, she answered him. "I thought you were arrogant, hotheaded, and not very bright."

"Gee, thanks, Bones."

"Well, you asked. If you can't handle the truth, you shouldn't ask for it."

"Fair enough."

"Now it's your turn."

"But I think I've already made my point."

"Come on, Booth. It's only fair."

He took a deep breath and considered her question seriously. What had he thought of her in the beginning? "I thought you were smart. Incredibly smart. But a little weird."

"Weird? How so?"

"Let me finish, Bones," he chided. "And I thought you were beautiful."

"Oh."

"Now I see how good you are at your job. And how much you care about the truth. Just...how much you care." Booth paused and stepped closer. Dark hair curling over white shoulders that would feel thin but strong, he knew, if he only had the nerve to reach out and curve his hands around them. "I still think you're smart...and beautiful."

He paused and let his mouth tip up in a smile. "So you see, Bones, first impressions can be deceptive." He reached out and cupped Brennan's cheek, savoring the smooth, warm, skin under his palm. "Now tell me why you didn't go with Sully. And please be honest." He stepped back, giving her space, wishing she'd stopped him from moving.

Moments ticked by in silence. Her eyes were dry, though tear tracks gleamed silver on her cheeks. Finally, she spoke. "I didn't go with Sully because I couldn't imagine not being here. I didn't want to leave my job, my life." She sighed and shrugged, avoiding his eyes. "I didn't want to leave Angela. Or you."

Or you. The words reverberated in the air.

She wouldn't look at him; he thought he knew what it cost her to say those two words. He moved toward her soundlessly, though his pulse pounded in his ears. One step, two steps, and he felt the warmth coming off her body, smelled the ghost of her perfume. He lifted his hand to trace her cheekbone and map the tiny lines around her mouth. When she didn't move away, he angled his head down and did what he'd been wanting to do for a long, long time. With a sigh, he touched his lips to hers.

"You're crossing that line, don't you think?" Brennan stepped back from him and folded her arms across her chest. "I didn't realize I was on the list of people you would consider going to for sexual release."

If she had kicked him in the crotch, he would have been less surprised. He scrubbed his hand over his jaw. The things that came out of her mouth sometimes. "After all this time, that's what you think of me — that I would try to use you like that? Especially now, when you're upset? That's harsh, Bones, even for you."

"If you can't handle the truth—"

"I think I've had all the truth I can handle tonight," he ground out, barely able to speak around the tightness in his throat. He had to get out of there before he said or did something he'd regret.

"Booth, I'm not judging you. Sex is a biological imperative."

"Fuck biology." He knew he was cursing, and he didn't care. Damn her for making him feel things he didn't want to feel — and for trying to rationalize every last sacred thing. Temperance Brennan didn't believe in God, but she worshipped all the same — at the altar of science.

And damn him for being so sure that he understood her. He'd held her when she cried, broken the law for her, threatened to kill for her. All for her. Not because she'd asked him to, but because that's what his gut and his heart had told him to do. But did he really know her? Did she know him? Maybe he'd just been deluding himself. He'd just assumed, and conveniently forgotten that, "Assuming makes an ass out of you and me." He sure felt like an ass.

"Booth—"

Her voice scraped him raw. Booth turned and walked away, pausing at the front door.

"Don't forget to lock up."

To be continued...


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i love that nothing comes easy with these two.

That's life — people disagree, talk past each other, get their wires crossed, and otherwise drive each other nuts. And in between, you have moments of sublime understanding. :)

You did a great job of dancing around the physical stuff...making a mere touch seem sensual.

Thank you. I'm glad it read that way.

Thanks for reading and feeding (again)! *hugs*

Great, beleiveable bit of character development here. I think Booth would take a chance and Brennan would shooot him down in the cruelest way possible.

Thank you. I'm glad it seemed believable.

I think Booth would take a chance and Brennan would shooot him down in the cruelest way possible.

Interesting. So you viewed Brennan as being deliberately cruel (in the context of this chapter)?

I am just now starting to get into Bones fanfic and I have to tell you this is the first one that I am gonna watch for to be completed!! I really liked this fic because I to wondered what happened after Angela/Hodgins ran away! More agnsty than the drunken free-all I had in my mind--I mean who doesn't get drunk at the reception and sleeps with a bridesmaid! For such a smart woman, Bones is a little dense, Booth is dangling the candy right there in front of her face, and she was wayy harsh. Anyway great story I will watch for another chapter!

I have to tell you this is the first one that I am gonna watch for to be completed!!

Why thank you! I'm tremendously flattered, and I hope this fic will continue to entertain you. :)

A drunken free-for-all would be fun to read/write, too.

For such a smart woman, Bones is a little dense, Booth is dangling the candy right there in front of her face, and she was wayy harsh.

Understatement of the year. ;) And who wouldn't want a piece of that *ahem* candy?

Thanks again for reading and feeding. It's useful and fun for me to see what different people take away from my writing.



He should stay and talk some more.

please don't leave us hanging long! And why didn't I see part one?

He should stay and talk some more.

I think he just felt too much to be able to stick around and continue talking to Brennan right then. :(

I included a link to chapter one in the post; were you unable to access it? Click here for Chapter 1.

Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

oh the angst , the hurt

I can take it but I'm a fluffy , hopes on a happy end even if it takes chapters and chapters LOL

you def. make it very believable and very into character , I could so see this
Him so trying to make her understand and she just making it harder and harder on him.

*great chapter sweets ♥ *

oh the angst , the hurt

*cackles evilly*

I can take it but I'm a fluffy , hopes on a happy end even if it takes chapters and chapters LOL

I'm usually the same way. (Unless the story absolutely demands unrelenting gloom and doom.)

...I could so see this Him so trying to make her understand and she just making it harder and harder on him.

I know. Don't you just want to hug poor Booth?

As always, thank you, Setje. *hugs you*





I'm loving this. Oh the angst. I'll be waiting for the next chapter.

I'm glad you liked this chapter; I wasn't sure how people would react to it.

Thanks for reading and commenting; I appreciate it.

Oh! I read chapter two first for some reason and I wanted to go to chapter two and I couldn't understand why it was the same. I was totally confused in the beginning but then I thought, oh she's doing that "start in the middle of the action" approach. Of course, hours later after reading your entire collection of fics, which I will still comment one, I realized I read the wrong chapter first. Yay for the awesomeness that is this fic. I really like the angst and jealous!Booth makes me a giant ball of melted putty. My husband just glares at me every time I squee about DB.

I can understand why you could be confused if you read the second chapter first. BTW, I think it's hysterical that you thought I was just applying the "in medias res" technique. :D And I am laughing with, not at, you.

Of course, hours later after reading your entire collection of fics...

Thank you for reading! I hope you had fun.

Angsty!Booth is hot. Jealous!Booth is hot. Oh, who am I kidding -- any Booth is hot. ;) Can't blame your husband for glaring.

*sigh* I really feel for Booth. And I think you've got him characterized perfectly here - even with all he feels, all the turmoil, he's still thinking of keeping her safe when he tells her to lock up. I'm going to re-read now and enjoy it all over again. As always, lovely work.

Thank you so much. It makes me happy to know you enjoyed this and thought Booth was characterized well.

And why am I not surprised that you commented on his telling her to lock up? It's quickly becoming apparent how perceptive you are.

Thank you for reading and commenting again. I love reading your thoughts.

I like where you are taking this story. Bones definitely has her walls up and as usual is blunt and to the point. I like that they just didn't fall into each others arms, need some angst and build up for when they do come together. What is Bones thinking now tha Booth is laying his heart on the line.

Thank you. I'm pleased you like what you've read so far. And yes, Brennan sure does have things covered in the bluntness department. But conflict can be a good thing; at least in the world of fiction.

What is Bones thinking now tha Booth is laying his heart on the line.

Excellent question. ;)

oh my. it was just like i though, brennan would push him away if he tried to do something.
It was nice that you brought Sully thoughts back. I liked the pair he did with Brennan, of course i want b/b together, but in the meantime i liked it. you characterized them so well, you really are a genious with that.

looking forward to next chapter!

Thank you very much for reading and commenting. :)

I know some people hated Sully simply because he wasn't Booth, but I thought he was a nice guy, and he treated Brennan well.

I'm glad you thought I characterized them well. They are fun to write, and I adore them both.

This is great. I love the characterization, and the fact that I'm completely drawn in as a reader and left needing more. I usually don't read anything longer than a one-shot, but this is pure genius and so well-written.

Keep the chapters coming! I can't wait to read more and see how this is going to turn out.

Wow, thank you so much! I'm glad you took a chance on this, even though it's a multi-chapter fic. :)

BTW, your icon is gorgeous. Love the Bourne movies -- especially Bourne Ultimatum.

I'm juggling a couple stories right now, but don't worry, it won't be months before I update this story.

Thanks again.

Yup. I'm in love with you.

*g* Aww... Thank you. I very much appreciate your lovely comments.

catching up. (what else is new?)

So very in canon characterization and voice for both characters. Bones is so terrified of falling in love, of being hurt, of being abandoned, of being betrayed. And Booth is so much falling in love....

Loved, loved, loved this:He pretended he didn't understand a lot of her scientific explanations just to keep her talking. Because he liked the sound of her voice. He wore his flashiest socks on the days he knew he'd see her, hoping he'd be able to show them off — so he could watch her shake her head and smile that little smile that always felt like a gift just for him. He made excuses to see her when they weren't working a case. It's so frakking true!! Everything he says is for HER benefit. It's interesting to watch DB play Booth in love. He looks to her for affirmation, to impress, to be noticed. Love it!!

Love this fic, too. :-)

Ahh! Such drama. I'm on the edge of my seat waiting to see what'll happen.... Keep it up! I love it! :)

Thank you. I've had my share of doubts about this story, so I'm very happy to know you're reading it.

BTW, your icon is too cute. I stopped watching SVU a season or two ago, and I've never shipped E/O, but they have a special relationship.

OMG ANGST!!!!

*jumps on you, beats you about the head with latest issue of the Journal of Forensic Science*

GAH!!!!! *runs to next chapter*

See, I have issues with anyone kissing either Brennan or Booth and not swooning and ripping their clothes off (in whatever order) but THOSE TWO TOGETHER OMG THEY SHOULD JUST SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST! Not talk. Bad Brennan.

*jumps on you, beats you about the head with latest issue of the Journal of Forensic Science*

That's the single most creative use of the JoFS I've seen so far. I can always count on you to make me laugh. :)

Bad Brennan.

I'm with you on the kissing, swooning, and ripping off of clothing, but Brennan just didn't want to cooperate. Stubborn wench. ;)

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