Written forboneskittie for a drabble meme. Click the link if you'd like to leave a prompt.
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: PG or K
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Set sometime this summer.
Spoilers: For 3x09: The Baby in the Bough.
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Prompt: A situation where Booth needs to call Brennan, Temperance.
Notes: I cheated and made this a double drabble because I really didn't want to shorten it.
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Booth’s peevish words startle Brennan; she drops the object she was perusing. As Booth steps inside, she hastily grabs it off the floor and shoves it behind her. “We settled on 12:30.”
“Yeah”—he raises his eyebrows and his wrist—“and it’s 12:45.”
“Show me what you’re hiding.”
She sniffs. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Temperance,” he intones, and his use of her first name makes her roll her eyes. “Show me.”
His insistence stiffens her spine, but she realizes she’s behaving irrationally. Sighing, she reaches behind her. Without meeting his gaze, she holds her hand out to Booth.
The couch shifts as he sits. He strokes a thumb over the photograph – as if he’s touching the child in the image.
“The Grants sent it. They said they wanted me to know Andy was all right—“
He cuts through her babbling with the warm, steady gaze he turns on her so frequently. “He looks good. Happy.”
She nods. “He appears to be thriving.”
“Maybe we should visit him.” Their fingers brush as Booth gives her the photograph.
She returns his smile. “Maybe.”
A/N: I'm somewhat behind on responding to comments; I should be completely caught up by oh, sometime in 2010. Until then, thanks to everyone who's replied to any of my posts.
Also, for anyone who's reading What Would Happen If We Kissed?, I anticipate having a chapter up toward the end of next week. Writing's taken a backseat to other things while I dealt with early pregnancy. (OK, so it's still really, really early. But I'm ready to return to WWHIWK.)