Series: All That Lies Between Us
Rating: PG
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Timeline: Season 3
Spoilers: None
Notes: I wrote this in response to a writing exercise that Willgirl posted at The Anti-Boneyard: "Finish the story. Start with: 'Like a butterfly, she magically...'"
Thanks for the prompt, Will:)
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Dedication: This is for
hoosabrat. *g*Like a butterfly, she magically appeared at his side, bathed in a soft, white glow that made Booth’s breath catch in his throat.
“I’ll never let go, Booth,” Brennan murmured, brushing gentle fingers across his cheek.
He sighed and reached out, intending to wrap his arms around her, but then he suddenly felt a sharp pain. “Oww!” he yelped, opening his eyes to find Brennan staring at him with a quizzical frown -- and no soft, white glow. He rubbed his forearm and tried not to whimper. “That hurt. Why’d you pinch me?” he complained, slowly sitting up on her office couch.
“I tried calling your name several times, but you were completely unresponsive.”
“So you pinched me?”
“I also considered dousing you with cold water,” she replied with a shrug.
“Gee, thanks, Bones.” Booth blinked slowly, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes.
“You’re quite welcome, Booth.”
“That was sarcasm.”
“I know.” A smirk curved Brennan’s lips, and Booth mentally braced himself for whatever she’d say next. “You were mumbling something about never letting go.” The smirk widened. “That must have been an interesting dream.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He was never watching Titanic again.
A/N: I hope this made you smile.
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