Series: All That Lies Between Us
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating: T for mild language
Timeline: Set during a scene in The Player Under Pressure.
Spoilers: For The Player Under Pressure
Word Count: 410
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Notes: If you haven' t seen The Player Under Pressure, this might seem a bit confusing, as all the dialog is taken from that ep.
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“Anthropologically speaking, sports are a way for boys to practice their battle skills.”
Booth’s mouth dropped open, and he flashed a glance at Brennan before saying, “Yeah. Ok. So you just wanna focus straight up, get up on your toes and just...” He took another shot, nodding with satisfaction as the basketball swished through the net.
“The truth is, athletes are basically emotionally arrested in boyhood, acting out childish games as though they have adult importance,” she said from behind him, barely pausing to take a breath. He really, really hoped she’d stop there, but he knew his partner, so he steeled himself for whatever she’d say next. “You know, the only thing more juvenile are grown adults who watch sports,” she said, finishing her lecture in that know-it-all tone that never failed to jab at his skin.
He caught the ball on the rebound and spun to face Brennan, crowding into her space. “Why you gotta say stuff like that?” he said, no longer able to hide his irritation.
“What? You mean the truth?”
The world looked so black and white to her; sometimes he envied her her perspective.
Other times he hated it.
“All right. You know what? I’m a jock. So when you say those, you know, things that you say, what are you saying about me?” He couldn’t put it more plainly than that.
Brennan frowned, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Nothing. You grew out of it.”
“No, I didn’t, all right. My shoulder crapped out on me,” he said, leaning down and setting the ball at her feet. “Otherwise, I would have gone all the way with it.”
“What?” she said. Just one word, but he knew from her voice that she didn’t get what he was saying. Tough shit: he couldn’t always be the one to explain things to her.
“And another thing,” he said, grabbing his jacket off the gym floor, “I fought in a war. So if sports is a childish substitute, I can live with that.” Though there were other things he wanted to say, the tightness in his shoulders convinced him it was better to walk away. As he shoved the door open, and Brennan huffed a sigh behind him, Booth realized he was more pissed at himself than he was at her.
So what if his partner thought he was just some dumb jock stuck in childhood? Since when did it matter whether she understood him?
A/N: Hugs and thanks to everyone who commented on #58. :)