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Brennan drove an exhausted Booth Главная from the hospital. She wondered why he hadn’t done the same for her a week ago, and it sort of hurt. But then she realized all the pain she had caused him and decided to forgive him. Anyway, she had had Angela. Though no matter how hard she argued against it, she knew that it wasn’t the same. Because Angela wasn’t Booth, and she never would be. Because Booth wasn’t Angela. Because the feelings she had for Angela and the feelings she had for Booth weren’t the same. Because she wasn’t in Любовь with Angela.
Keeping her eyes on the road, Brennan forced herself to rewind and try to Удалить what had just gone through her mind. She hadn’t even dared to think it, ever. And she wasn’t going to start now just because Booth was ill. Anyway, Любовь didn´t exist.
Brennan had started to get annoyed by the habit of having to go to the hospital, with или without Booth. Mostly because it reminded her of his coma, and the fear of him forgetting her again. Though she pushed aside that possibility with the fact that she just didn’t like hospitals, and waiting. Everyone else had had to go to ER, and she had been sitting listening to маргаритка talk about how much she loved Sweets, how adorable he was, even when he was ill. Brennan wondered if it would of been the same if she were with Booth… but then she would force herself once еще to listen to Daisy’s babbling, to drown out any stupid thoughts about her and Booth, together.
Nigel had been sitting in the corner, snoring. Brennan wasn‘t sure if he was really asleep или not though; маргаритка had been talking to all of them before, but now Daisy‘s words were whispers and only directed at Brennan. Michelle had pointed this out to Brennan while маргаритка was in the bathroom.
Nigel and Michelle were fine, seeing that the virus, или whatever it was, wasn’t contagious, though Nigel stayed because he thought that ‘it was his duty as a companion and friend’.
Booth and Sweets had been worse off by the poisoning; Sweets was younger, and weaker, and Booth had been underground, with damp surroundings. Brennan believed that she was fine because of the medication she had taken for her concussion, and the fact that her body was еще resistant to poisoning and illnesses because of all of the trips that she had been on, to loads of dangerous places. She always had to be the strong one, and when she failed, Booth was her shoulder to lean on. But he wasn’t there, and маргаритка would be delighted. Which Brennan thought was wrong. Because маргаритка wasn’t Booth. Because Booth wasn’t there. Because she wasn’t in Любовь with Daisy.
Ugh, she needed to stop letting her thoughts get ahead of her, something that didn’t happen very often. And her thought’s made it sound as if she used to fall in Любовь with women.
“Bones?” Booth’s voice made her awaken from her absurd thoughts. It was a miracle that they hadn’t crashed, but she didn’t believe in miracles. Instead, she was delighted to find that she was a good at multitasking and a talented driver.
“We’re nearly there. Don’t get up.” Brennan caught him trying to sit up in the rear-view mirror. “It will just make it worse.” She heard him groan.
“What the hell? I was fine this morning!”
“No, Ты weren’t.” Booth realized that it would be pointless to argue.
“Ok, whatever, I was ill, and Ты found out. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Brennan answered smugly.
Booth sat back down and thought.
Where did he stand with Bones? This morning he had been avoiding eye contact and now he was lying down in the back of her car, talking normally, like before… But he would never truly understand Brennan, или the way her brilliant mind worked, или what she thought of people, in general, from the outside, looking in. He wished he could know, so then he could comfort her, and tell her that he understood. Which was strange, because right now, he was the one that needed comforting. He had been injected with several needles, he had had about twenty doctors come in and look at him, worried expressions etched on their faces. He had had to go through a full body exam with Brennan busting in and telling the doctor that she had figured out what was wrong. The doctor was either as naïve as she was, или he had thought that they were a couple, because he hadn’t made her leave as he prodded around some more. Heck, he had even let her prod too. Then he had been prescribed so much medication that he thought that he was probably going to die anyway from some kind of overdose. Today had not been a good day.
He grunted loudly as Brennan hoisted him out of the car. He realized that, no matter how strong Brennan was, he was bigger, so he sucked it up and stood on his own.
“I can carry Ты in my arms but Ты can’t carry me in yours. Don‘t even think Ты can. You‘ll get cocky.” he informed her once they were in his apartment, half joking. Brennan paused.
“As cocky as you?” she asked with a smug smile, letting him down onto the sofa. “When did Ты carry me?” she wondered out loud, confused.
“When Ты got a bang on the head. What, Ты still can’t remember some things?”
“No.” Brennan sighed, annoyed.
“Hmm…” they sat in silence on his sofa and Booth felt with a heavy сердце that the awkwardness was returning. He was reminded of why he couldn’t be with her alone anymore.
“So, my thoughts are putting a damper on the night.” he spoke unwillingly for the both of them.
“Well, Ты did nearly die…”
“No I didn’t…”
“Yes, Ты did.” she caught his expression. “Though that’s probably not going to make Ты feel any better…” she realized out loud as he nodded.
“No, it probably won’t. Do Ты know what would make me feel better though?” Brennan forced her thoughts not to get ahead of herself again. Maybe she just might like Booth as a bit еще than a friend…. so what? It didn’t mean that she should think stupid things, because she wasn’t stupid.
“Some of the medication they gave me… my chest is killing me.” he breathed in to share the crackling noises in his lungs with Brennan.
“Oj…” she winced as she got up.
“Did Ты say OJ?”
“I bit my tongue. I do not recommend it.” she put her hand to her mouth.
Booth laughed even though it hurt his chest. “You know it was never supposed to be taken literally, right?”
“Yes. Of course I do. I’m not stupid.” Though watching Booth laugh, something she hadn’t seen for a while, made her happy too. She would have asked him to please stop laughing at her, but this time she joined in.
They both calmed down. “Wow, I bet we look like something off of a cheesy seventies sitcom.” Booth sighed.
Brennan, seeing that he had calmed down, seized the opportunity to shove a glass of water and three different pills in his face.
“Ok, alright, DR. Brennan.” he tried to make it sound sarcastic, but then he realized that she was Dr. Brennan.
No she wasn’t, he finally agreed; not for him, anyway… she was Bones. He took his pills and smiled at her gratefully, just for being her. She automatically smiled back, not wondering why. He missed the days where he could just smile at her without looking suspicious, and he was grateful that he could do so without Angela или Sweets breathing down his neck.
Brennan broke all the smiling with a small laugh. “What?” she asked.
“Nothing.” Booth answered happily, pleased at how naïve she could be. Brennan smiled, and now she was confused by what she was doing. Why was she smiling?
She immediately put on a straight face.
It’s not that hard… Booth thought as he and Brennan spent the night talking and eating. It wasn’t that hard to be normal around her, it never had been either. As soon as they had both gotten past the awkwardness, it was all fine. That was what Booth spent the night thinking.
But Brennan went Главная biting her tongue.
Brennan drove an exhausted Booth Главная from the hospital. She wondered why he hadn’t done the same for her a week ago, and it sort of hurt. But then she realized all the pain she had caused him and decided to forgive him. Anyway, she had had Angela. Though no matter how hard she argued against it, she knew that it wasn’t the same. Because Angela wasn’t Booth, and she never would be. Because Booth wasn’t Angela. Because the feelings she had for Angela and the feelings she had for Booth weren’t the same. Because she wasn’t in Любовь with Angela.
Keeping her eyes on the road, Brennan forced herself to rewind and try to Удалить what had just gone through her mind. She hadn’t even dared to think it, ever. And she wasn’t going to start now just because Booth was ill. Anyway, Любовь didn´t exist.
Brennan had started to get annoyed by the habit of having to go to the hospital, with или without Booth. Mostly because it reminded her of his coma, and the fear of him forgetting her again. Though she pushed aside that possibility with the fact that she just didn’t like hospitals, and waiting. Everyone else had had to go to ER, and she had been sitting listening to маргаритка talk about how much she loved Sweets, how adorable he was, even when he was ill. Brennan wondered if it would of been the same if she were with Booth… but then she would force herself once еще to listen to Daisy’s babbling, to drown out any stupid thoughts about her and Booth, together.
Nigel had been sitting in the corner, snoring. Brennan wasn‘t sure if he was really asleep или not though; маргаритка had been talking to all of them before, but now Daisy‘s words were whispers and only directed at Brennan. Michelle had pointed this out to Brennan while маргаритка was in the bathroom.
Nigel and Michelle were fine, seeing that the virus, или whatever it was, wasn’t contagious, though Nigel stayed because he thought that ‘it was his duty as a companion and friend’.
Booth and Sweets had been worse off by the poisoning; Sweets was younger, and weaker, and Booth had been underground, with damp surroundings. Brennan believed that she was fine because of the medication she had taken for her concussion, and the fact that her body was еще resistant to poisoning and illnesses because of all of the trips that she had been on, to loads of dangerous places. She always had to be the strong one, and when she failed, Booth was her shoulder to lean on. But he wasn’t there, and маргаритка would be delighted. Which Brennan thought was wrong. Because маргаритка wasn’t Booth. Because Booth wasn’t there. Because she wasn’t in Любовь with Daisy.
Ugh, she needed to stop letting her thoughts get ahead of her, something that didn’t happen very often. And her thought’s made it sound as if she used to fall in Любовь with women.
“Bones?” Booth’s voice made her awaken from her absurd thoughts. It was a miracle that they hadn’t crashed, but she didn’t believe in miracles. Instead, she was delighted to find that she was a good at multitasking and a talented driver.
“We’re nearly there. Don’t get up.” Brennan caught him trying to sit up in the rear-view mirror. “It will just make it worse.” She heard him groan.
“What the hell? I was fine this morning!”
“No, Ты weren’t.” Booth realized that it would be pointless to argue.
“Ok, whatever, I was ill, and Ты found out. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Brennan answered smugly.
Booth sat back down and thought.
Where did he stand with Bones? This morning he had been avoiding eye contact and now he was lying down in the back of her car, talking normally, like before… But he would never truly understand Brennan, или the way her brilliant mind worked, или what she thought of people, in general, from the outside, looking in. He wished he could know, so then he could comfort her, and tell her that he understood. Which was strange, because right now, he was the one that needed comforting. He had been injected with several needles, he had had about twenty doctors come in and look at him, worried expressions etched on their faces. He had had to go through a full body exam with Brennan busting in and telling the doctor that she had figured out what was wrong. The doctor was either as naïve as she was, или he had thought that they were a couple, because he hadn’t made her leave as he prodded around some more. Heck, he had even let her prod too. Then he had been prescribed so much medication that he thought that he was probably going to die anyway from some kind of overdose. Today had not been a good day.
He grunted loudly as Brennan hoisted him out of the car. He realized that, no matter how strong Brennan was, he was bigger, so he sucked it up and stood on his own.
“I can carry Ты in my arms but Ты can’t carry me in yours. Don‘t even think Ты can. You‘ll get cocky.” he informed her once they were in his apartment, half joking. Brennan paused.
“As cocky as you?” she asked with a smug smile, letting him down onto the sofa. “When did Ты carry me?” she wondered out loud, confused.
“When Ты got a bang on the head. What, Ты still can’t remember some things?”
“No.” Brennan sighed, annoyed.
“Hmm…” they sat in silence on his sofa and Booth felt with a heavy сердце that the awkwardness was returning. He was reminded of why he couldn’t be with her alone anymore.
“So, my thoughts are putting a damper on the night.” he spoke unwillingly for the both of them.
“Well, Ты did nearly die…”
“No I didn’t…”
“Yes, Ты did.” she caught his expression. “Though that’s probably not going to make Ты feel any better…” she realized out loud as he nodded.
“No, it probably won’t. Do Ты know what would make me feel better though?” Brennan forced her thoughts not to get ahead of herself again. Maybe she just might like Booth as a bit еще than a friend…. so what? It didn’t mean that she should think stupid things, because she wasn’t stupid.
“Some of the medication they gave me… my chest is killing me.” he breathed in to share the crackling noises in his lungs with Brennan.
“Oj…” she winced as she got up.
“Did Ты say OJ?”
“I bit my tongue. I do not recommend it.” she put her hand to her mouth.
Booth laughed even though it hurt his chest. “You know it was never supposed to be taken literally, right?”
“Yes. Of course I do. I’m not stupid.” Though watching Booth laugh, something she hadn’t seen for a while, made her happy too. She would have asked him to please stop laughing at her, but this time she joined in.
They both calmed down. “Wow, I bet we look like something off of a cheesy seventies sitcom.” Booth sighed.
Brennan, seeing that he had calmed down, seized the opportunity to shove a glass of water and three different pills in his face.
“Ok, alright, DR. Brennan.” he tried to make it sound sarcastic, but then he realized that she was Dr. Brennan.
No she wasn’t, he finally agreed; not for him, anyway… she was Bones. He took his pills and smiled at her gratefully, just for being her. She automatically smiled back, not wondering why. He missed the days where he could just smile at her without looking suspicious, and he was grateful that he could do so without Angela или Sweets breathing down his neck.
Brennan broke all the smiling with a small laugh. “What?” she asked.
“Nothing.” Booth answered happily, pleased at how naïve she could be. Brennan smiled, and now she was confused by what she was doing. Why was she smiling?
She immediately put on a straight face.
It’s not that hard… Booth thought as he and Brennan spent the night talking and eating. It wasn’t that hard to be normal around her, it never had been either. As soon as they had both gotten past the awkwardness, it was all fine. That was what Booth spent the night thinking.
But Brennan went Главная biting her tongue.