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Fic: Not My Time (#58 in ATLBU)
L'ecrivez
only_more_love
Title: Not My Time
Series:  All That Lies Between Us
Rating: T or PG-13
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Timeline: Set during a scene in The Man in the Mud.
Spoilers: For The Man in the Mud
Word Count: 300
Feedback: is always appreciated. Thank you.
Notes: If you haven' t seen The Man in the Mud, this might seem a bit confusing.

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“It’s right here, Bones. It’s right in front of us, but I just... I can’t get it.” Brennan’s watching him; even with his eyes fixed on the road, Booth can feel her gaze press against him.

“That whole business with changies and takebacks, that’s... not real, right?” she asks.

He hears her uncertainty, and it’s instinctive, the need he has to reassure her. What she’s asking has nothing to do with motive or murder. That’s been happening a lot lately -- especially since Christmas.

Subtext. The words beneath the words, he remembers from English class.

“Would it be fair to say that you use work to avoid confronting personal issues?” Sweets had said.

Next time he’s tempted to feel sorry for Sweets because the kid’s got girl trouble, he’ll remember this moment. He and Brennan discuss personal things, and whatever they don’t discuss, there’s a damn good reason for avoiding.

Not like he can tell Brennan that watching her stroke her fingers over wet clay has given him enough fantasy material for at least the next month. Without there being even a chance of a goodnight kiss, that wasn’t a date: it was torture.

“No.” Time to change the subject. Fortunately, they have other things to handle right now. “I have another question,” he says, dangling the words in front of her like bait.

The line’s become a noose.

She owns a piece of him; does she know that?

But he doesn’t know if he’s ready, and as well as he can read her, he’s not sure she is either. With a twinge of regret, Booth pushes off a conversation he’s accepted they’ll need to have one day soon -- especially if she keeps sneaking him looks when she thinks he won’t notice.

Everything happens eventually. He still wants to believe that.


A/N: On a totally unrelated note, if you want to have your heart broken, go listen to Damien Rice's Accidental Babies. You can find it on YouTube.



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First off, thankyou for ficcing this moment - you know I loved the subtext!

even with his eyes fixed on the road, Booth can feel her gaze press against him.

You have such a way with words, love the 'press' of her gaze.

What she’s asking has nothing to do with motive or murder. That’s been happening a lot lately -- especially since Christmas.

Oh yes!

Next time he’s tempted to feel sorry for Sweets because the kid’s got girl trouble, he’ll remember this moment. He and Brennan discuss personal things, and whatever they don’t discuss, there’s a damn good reason for avoiding.

Absolutely!

Not like he can tell Brennan that watching her stroke her fingers over wet clay has given him enough fantasy material for at least the next month.

Heh he he :)

The line’s become a noose.

She owns a piece of him; does she know that?


LOVE that.

Booth pushes off a conversation he’s accepted they’ll need to have one day soon -- especially if she keeps sneaking him looks when she thinks he won’t notice.

That's a lovely touch, her looking when she thinks he won't notice.

I like what he likes to believe at the end there - me too. Just hope they don't wait too long ;)

See I damn near quoted the whole thing, but I had to. Just fab *g*















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