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Bones Fic: Unwell (1/9)
Hmm!Booth - lerdo
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Title: Unwell (1/9)
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Give me pancakes.
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: PG
Summary: "Yup, the mighty Temperance Brennan was sick."
Notes:  This is pure, unadulterated fluff. If you don't like fluff, don't read this. Takes place after Season 3, Episode 4. No spoilers in this part, but there may be some in future parts.
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: This takes place after Season 3, Episode 4 (The Secret in the Soil). There aren't any spoilers in this part, but there may be in future parts.

Don't worry, this story won't be very long, and it shouldn't take me long to complete it.

Warning: Here be pure, unadulterated fluff.  Not a hairshirt in sight.  If you don't like fluff, don't read this. You have been warned. And I'm sure this type of story has been done a million times, but I wanted to write it anyway. Hope you enjoy it, but if not, that's absolutely ok, too. Thanks for the lovely feedback you've left recently; I treasure it ALL. And if you're reading but not commenting, I hope I can entertain you even a little bit. The world can be a tough place to inhabit at times. I know fiction can provide an escape.


Whistling cheerfully, Booth knocked on the door to Brennan's apartment. He was taking a chance, given that it was a Saturday morning. But Rebecca had Parker that weekend, and honestly, he was kinda bored. He'd hopped in his car, not sure where he was headed, and on impulse, wound up at Brennan's place.

He knocked again. Nothing. It would be just like her to be at the lab at 10:00 am on a Saturday instead of lazing around like a normal person. Still, it was worth another try. If she was around, he'd drag her to brunch. His stomach growled, and he looked down. He knocked again, this time pressing his ear against the door. There it was: a very faint shuffle.

With a frown, he straightened and knocked harder. What was taking her so long?

Just as he lifted his hand to knock again, the locks turned with a click and the door opened just a crack, allowing him to see absolutely nothing. "Go away, Booth," said the disembodied voice.

"Now now, Bones, is that any way to talk to your partner? Come on, let's go to brunch." He leaned against the doorframe and patted his stomach and sighed dramatically. "I need pancakes. Give me pancakes, or give me..." he shoved the door open and stepped inside, "...death," he said, trailing off as he took in Brennan's appearance. "Man, you look like hell, Bones."

Bloodshot, glassy eyes. Flushed cheeks. Puffy, pink nose. Normally neat hair pulled back in a messy ponytail; more of it hanging out of the elastic band than tucked in it. A ratty gray t-shirt and shorts that had clearly seen better days.

"Thank you for stating the obvious," she croaked. She shot him what he knew was supposed to be a withering glare, but which had the effect of making her look slightly demented instead because of her current state.

Yup, the mighty Temperance Brennan was sick.

"What are you doing here, Booth?" She raised a hand to her face and blew her nose, making a loud, honking sound.

"I wanted to take you to brunch, but you don't really look up to it."

She shook her head. "No brunch. If I even think about food, I'll..." Brennan paled and slapped a hand over her mouth. He watched, concerned, as she turned her back on him and lurched down the hallway. Without hesitating, he followed her.

The bathroom door stood slightly ajar; he could hear her throwing up. Then, nothing but the sound of her labored breathing. "If you come in here, I'll shoot you." The words came out so weak he doubted she could swat a fly at that moment.

Booth's lips twitched and for a split second, he paused. Then he shrugged, squared his shoulders, and prepared to meet his fate. He pushed the door open and eased into the bathroom. She was crouched on the floor in front of the toilet, clutching the sides with knuckles that had gone white. He remained silent and moved forward to kneel beside her as she retched again. He gathered her straggling hair in one hand and held it back from her face. With the other hand, he stroked her back, feeling the blade of her spine beneath the soft cotton.

As Brennan puked and he rubbed her back, Booth couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. His hand registered nothing but muscle and bone. Jackass. There she was, puking her guts out, and he was pondering her bralessness. Really classy.

Brennan trembled and Booth frowned; she really wasn't doing too well. "Ugh." She groaned and struggled to her feet, shaking his hands off. She turned on the tap and rinsed her mouth out with water before reaching for a green bottle of Listerine. When she had finished, she leaned her forearms on the counter. Their eyes met in the mirror. "I'm going to shoot you."

He smiled gently. "Sure, shoot me — just wait till you feel better."

"I'm fine, Booth. Just..." She waved her hand at the door. "...go. Please."

The last word tugged at him, telling him exactly how much she must hate letting anyone see her like that. Too bad. He wasn't just anyone. He couldn't, no he wouldn't, leave her alone like that.

"Sorry, Bones." He shrugged. "I'm really bored. Parker's with Rebecca, all my friends are busy, and right now there's nothing on tv but cartoons. So I guess you're stuck with me."

Brennan shook her head and sank to the floor again, knees drawn up to her chest and back against the cabinet. She sniffed and fumbled around on the floor. Ah, tissues. He spied the box on the counter and pressed one tissue into her hand. "Here you go."

After she'd blown her nose until it glowed as red as Rudolph's, Brennan tried to stand, making it as far as the edge of the bathtub, where she sat down with a thump and a world-weary sigh.

"How long have you been sick?"

"I'm not sick," she insisted.

"Did you get a flu shot?"

"Booth, if the vaccine strains and circulating strains aren't matched, they're not particularly effective at preventing influenza."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, hands on his hips. "I'll take that as a no." He crouched in front of her and placed the back of his hand first on her cheeks and then on her forehead. "You're on fire."

"Since the middle of the night," she said in a small voice that oddly enough, reminded him of Parker and made him want to give her a hug. If he wanted to live, he'd better restrain that particular impulse. "I woke up around 3:00 and couldn't get back to sleep."

Seeing that she'd exhausted her limited reserves of strength, he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom and down the hall toward what he assumed was her bedroom.

"Booth?"

"Yeah, Bones?"

"I hate you."

Good. If she could muster up a little venom, things couldn't be that bad. "I know you do," he replied, tightening his arms around her.

To be continued...


Thanks for the warning, but I love fluff - especially when it's as well-written as this. Terrific characterization and the voices are spot on.

Loved this line: There she was, puking her guts out, and he was pondering her bralessness. Really classy. yeah, and really, truly, a man's way of thinking. :-)

typo error here: Brenna shook her head and sank to the floor again, knees drawn up to her chest and back against the cabinet. She sniffed and fumbled around on the floor.

terrific fun. :-)

Good morning, and thanks for reading and commenting. :) Fluff makes some people grouchy, so I thought a warning was in order. Glad the characterization and voices sound right to you.

Loved this line: There she was, puking her guts out, and he was pondering her bralessness. Really classy. yeah, and really, truly, a man's way of thinking. :-)

Isn't it? Ah, men. I love 'em, but they are rather goofy creatures sometimes. :)

typo error here:
Brenna — she's a sly girl. Here one day, gone the next. I was just asking myself what she was up to these days.

*grins* Thank you for catching that. I've fixed it.

terrific fun.

Thank you very much, Makd!


Awwww! Love!!!! I do like a bit of hurt/comfort. So sweet. More more more fast pls!!

(And the threats were VERY Brennan, thank you)

:) Brennan's a prickly woman.

Happy you thought this was sweet and not vomit-inducing. Thank you!

Make no apologies for fluff! I have a major thing for Booth in his protective caretaker mode, and this meets that need nicely. Having this to read got my Friday off to a great start - thanks for sharing it.

The last word tugged at him, telling him exactly how much she must hate letting anyone see her like that. Too bad. He wasn't just anyone.

How right he is. :)

Trust me, I'm not apologizing. But I did think a warning might be in order. :) I know some people are touchy about fluff. And this is distinctly fluffy!

I have a major thing for Booth in his protective caretaker mode

Me too. And his crabby mode, his cocky mode, his funny mode...I think you get the picture.

Happy Friday.

Very good :D
I really liked what I read :P
Very cute :P
I'm waiting for more :D :)

Glad you thought this was cute. :) Thanks for reading and commenting.

It is incredibly hard to write good fluff that doen't make me hurl, is in character and is believable.

Kudos to you.

Thank you! I'm relieved this didn't make you yak like Brennan. *g*

Hee. Very cute. I look forward to your next posting.

oh i do hope you continue with this...so adorable.....and we can never have enough fluff.....make it so fluffy we are choking on cotton balls if you want.......it was wonderful.......oh what those two do to me.......and booth carrying her to bed......she is going to get him for that......and like i said......so hope you continue...........

I definitely plan on continuing this. Glad the fluffy stuff worked for you. ;) It's not everyone's cup of tea.

Brennan has a tough time being comfortable with revealing vulnerability. Thankfully, Booth generally knows when to push on.

Thank you for letting me know you liked this!

I'm lovin' this so far. I could just see Bones threatening to shoot Booth. Really well written and fluffy too! Thanks for sharing!

Awww, thank you very much!

I could just see Bones threatening to shoot Booth.

*grin* That Temperance Brennan's feisty. In all seriousness, I'm glad you could see that happening; that's important to me.


This was great! I love fluff, but only if its well written and the characters personalities aren't butchered in the process and you did a great job of both.

I can't wait to read more!

Thanks so much for the compliment. I'm relieved you thought that this was written well and that Booth and Brennan were in character.

That was great! Fantastically fluffy :P I'm looking forward to reading more ^.^

Thanks! I'm glad you're digging the fluff. :)

:) Thanks.

Your icon is adorable.

so far, very good :) Continue soon!

Excellent, and so very much in character. I could see this being right in the show. Great job!

Hello, and thank you for reading and commenting. I'm so pleased you thought this was in character.

Aww, I like this fluff!1 Fluff is only bad if it is poorly written (i.e. bad grammar, inability to hit the 'spell-check' button, etc), but this is well written and thoroughly enjoyable! Great job! Looking forward to chapter 2. :)

Well hello again. :) Whew, I'm relieved this fell into the good fluff camp for you. Do most people equate fluff with flat-out bad writing?

Glad you enjoyed it. I'll be back with more soon. Promise. Thanks for reading and feeding!

Good. A little fluffiness for the cold. That last 'I hate you' reminded me of a certain scene of David and Maddie's Moonlighting. Now I have to wait for another chapter, see what you make me do =)

Good. A little fluffiness for the cold.

Exactly.

You know, I think I've only seen one episode of Moonlighting, and that was years ago. I keep seeing comparisons between Booth and Brennan's relationship and David and Maddie's relationship in articles on Bones, though.

Now I have to wait for another chapter, see what you make me do =)

"Come to the dark side, Luke."

I'll try to keep it as painless as possible. :D Thanks for another round of lovely feedback. Have a good wkend!

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