Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary: This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Timeline: Set in the not-too-distant future.
Spoilers: References to episodes through The Finger in the Nest.
Prompt: #6 (Shiver)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Quid pro quo: "Something for something, one thing for another."
Quid Pro Quo
He coaxes her to the grave of the woman she doesn’t know if she’ll ever fathom… or stop missing. Just for once, Bones, do what people do….Talk to your mom. He speaks in tongues – about princesses and drawbridges; she watches his mouth curl around the syllables, imagines the puff of air as he hits the plosives, but is frustrated by her own inability to understand.
Still, it is his unyielding shoulder she seeks when she grieves: for a dog who was not and never will be her companion, except in a fleeting moment of fantasy she should have known better than to indulge; for the protégé who was always more than that; for the father lost then found then lost again.
Friendship forged by all the intangibles that make up their days. From Don’t call me Bones to acceptance of a name she’ll tolerate from no one else. This is who they are now; this is who they’ve become.
The week has scratched itself into Booth’s face in letters even she can read. A former orphanage. The discovery of deciduous teeth and several sets of long bones exhibiting a lack of epiphyseal fusion.
When Booth turns down her offer of dinner, she lets him go.
After hours unspool without a call, she finally finds him at the gym. Sweat molds his shirt to his back, and his tense shoulders telegraph his awareness of her presence. The punching bag shudders beneath the insistent kiss of his fists. Silently, she watches him battle an opponent she cannot see.
When she can stand it no longer, she steps behind him. Arms around his waist, she holds on until he shivers and exhales, head bowed. Slowly, his hand creeps over hers.
This is who they are now; this is who they’ve become.
A/N: As always, many thanks to everyone who reads and/or comments.