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She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Mon Apr 26, 2010 10:31 am
Them
The thing about moments is it's not until you're on the other side of them that you can measure their significance.
For instance right now, it's late Friday night and they are still laughing over scotch about two-headed soulmates. He keeps the tone light as always, but as always is wondering if she realizes how long he has known that she is the only one for him. She follows along, knowing he is thinking about something deeper, but not wanting to press an answer from him. She trusts he will share that with her in due time.
What they don't know as she insists that he crash on her her guest bed and he complains but eventually complies, is that tomorrow morning a very nervous Dr. Sweets will knock on her door. He will try not to act surprised to see them both there and they will explain Booth's presence hurriedly. He will wave them off because, really, this makes his job easier.
That is when he will produce his newly finished manuscript and ask them to read it for him and get back to him on what they think. The only thing he requests is that they read and take notes on it separately before discussing it. They share a look, a infinitesimal shrug, and a nod of agreement.
After all, what could it hurt?
The thing about moments is it's not until you're on the other side of them that you can measure their significance.
For instance right now, it's late Friday night and they are still laughing over scotch about two-headed soulmates. He keeps the tone light as always, but as always is wondering if she realizes how long he has known that she is the only one for him. She follows along, knowing he is thinking about something deeper, but not wanting to press an answer from him. She trusts he will share that with her in due time.
What they don't know as she insists that he crash on her her guest bed and he complains but eventually complies, is that tomorrow morning a very nervous Dr. Sweets will knock on her door. He will try not to act surprised to see them both there and they will explain Booth's presence hurriedly. He will wave them off because, really, this makes his job easier.
That is when he will produce his newly finished manuscript and ask them to read it for him and get back to him on what they think. The only thing he requests is that they read and take notes on it separately before discussing it. They share a look, a infinitesimal shrug, and a nod of agreement.
After all, what could it hurt?
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100: She
by Thnx4theGum on Mon Apr 26, 2010 9:08 pm
100: She
As soon as the words fall from his lips she knows what he is asking. In a very real sense she has been waiting for years for this moment. He'd almost done it before several months ago, but had quickly retreated behind the “atta girl” modifier. Her lips quirk upwards despite herself, but she reins them in, throwing his words from the past back at him in a weak attempt to check his advances.
Of course they are useless and before she is fully aware of what is unfolding she is tasting him. This time there is no tequila, no gum, no puckish prosecutor, no dream to awake from. His hand spans her waist as hers clutches at his chest. His tongue teases at her teeth, seeking entrance and her fist becomes a palm that is pushing him away.
With great effort she divorces herself from him, gaining enough control of her emotions to give the speech she has been perfecting for years. Because for as long as she has known what he would ask she has known what she must reply. This isn't about her protection; it's about his.
She listens as he talks about knowing and while she believes the sincerity of his words she knows things as well. Things like which foot he used to lead with, and the hand that holds his coffee, and his beliefs in fate, and black magic, and lovemaking, and breaking the laws of physics. And for as much as she yearns to feel as he does, she doesn't. She can't.
Yes, she can believe in love in the context he uses it in- he's taught her that much; proved it to her time and again to the point where she knows that is what she feels toward him in this moment. But no persuasive argument in the world could make her know for sure that she can promise him the kind of love he is imploring her for: A love that is not ephemeral. The evidence she has gathered to the present has taught her that it will be. Science teaches her that everything is subject to entropy. That given time it will end and she will be alone. Again.
She would do anything for him she has claimed in the past and so she does, knowing by the set of his jaw and the moisture in his eyes that in doing so she may have just destroyed what is theirs either way.
Meekly, she asks a favor, bracing herself for the inevitable. Everyone leaves eventually. Booth is not everyone and he agrees, but lets her know he will be moving on. She nods. She knows.
And as they leave, they merge, held together by a grief that is uniquely theirs. Except they are no longer “them.”
They are she and him.
As soon as the words fall from his lips she knows what he is asking. In a very real sense she has been waiting for years for this moment. He'd almost done it before several months ago, but had quickly retreated behind the “atta girl” modifier. Her lips quirk upwards despite herself, but she reins them in, throwing his words from the past back at him in a weak attempt to check his advances.
Of course they are useless and before she is fully aware of what is unfolding she is tasting him. This time there is no tequila, no gum, no puckish prosecutor, no dream to awake from. His hand spans her waist as hers clutches at his chest. His tongue teases at her teeth, seeking entrance and her fist becomes a palm that is pushing him away.
With great effort she divorces herself from him, gaining enough control of her emotions to give the speech she has been perfecting for years. Because for as long as she has known what he would ask she has known what she must reply. This isn't about her protection; it's about his.
She listens as he talks about knowing and while she believes the sincerity of his words she knows things as well. Things like which foot he used to lead with, and the hand that holds his coffee, and his beliefs in fate, and black magic, and lovemaking, and breaking the laws of physics. And for as much as she yearns to feel as he does, she doesn't. She can't.
Yes, she can believe in love in the context he uses it in- he's taught her that much; proved it to her time and again to the point where she knows that is what she feels toward him in this moment. But no persuasive argument in the world could make her know for sure that she can promise him the kind of love he is imploring her for: A love that is not ephemeral. The evidence she has gathered to the present has taught her that it will be. Science teaches her that everything is subject to entropy. That given time it will end and she will be alone. Again.
She would do anything for him she has claimed in the past and so she does, knowing by the set of his jaw and the moisture in his eyes that in doing so she may have just destroyed what is theirs either way.
Meekly, she asks a favor, bracing herself for the inevitable. Everyone leaves eventually. Booth is not everyone and he agrees, but lets her know he will be moving on. She nods. She knows.
And as they leave, they merge, held together by a grief that is uniquely theirs. Except they are no longer “them.”
They are she and him.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:31 pm
Aw, please don't leave this thread commentless if you read. I feel like I'm talking to myself...
100: Him
His gut, which has been twinging all night, is screaming at him to say or do something, and when Sweets levels his finger at him it's like the last tumblers in a padlock coming into alignment. He knows what he has to do.
Still, old habits die hard and it's not until they're out of the building and down the stairs that he screws up the courage to make the first move. Because Sweets is right about them punishing themselves year after year and it's time to break the cycle before one of them goes insane.
He is the gambler, so he gambles. And honestly, he expects her first line of defense to be his words, because he knows her. So when her first words hit him all he focuses on is “couple” and for the first time in six years he gives into his gut and shuts her up with a kiss.
Her taste is as heady as the wine she drinks every night and he remembers just how right she feels in his arms. More than the kiss of young lust, or of blackmail, for a fraction of a second it is one that knows what old lovers they already are.
Whether it's his probing tongue or the hand that is migrating further north, he's unsure, but something pulls her up short and her sudden recoil and rejection makes him feel as if he's been set adrift in a roiling sea of emotions.
Her words about his protection blow so quickly by him it will only be later tonight that he pauses to consider their meaning. Right now, though, he is laying all of his cards on the table in an effort to convince her just how much he knows.
You see, it's not just that he knows, about daffodils, and daisies, and Jupiter, and a hundred other minute details that are part of who his Bones is. He knows her. He purposefully steers clear of the words “marriage” and “love” because he knows what they trigger in her and the last thing he wants to do is spook her. More than anything he knows that her still waters run very deep and that if he could just find the right words, she could see that she is more than capable of loving him for 30, 40, even 50 years. They could go through life together instead of the quasi-state they've been living in that leaves them alone every night.
But tonight the odds do not swing in his favor and he watches her pull away, fragmenting his heart in the process. As she babbles about being an unchanging scientist, he feels like listing all of the ways she has changed since they first met, and how much more she could change if she'd just meet him halfway. She does not.
So he stops. It'd be a fool's errand to continue at this point. He acknowledges that he cannot push her in this final step. He may've pushed too far already; though it was worth the risk to break out of the holding pattern they've been trapped in. A tear- maybe for her, maybe for himself- pools in his eye and he stops it before it can fall.
He hears the plea in her voice as she asks if they can still be partners. He knows it will be different now that they've finally been honest and he knows he's even more of a masochist than he knew he was before. But he knows her- loves her- and he knows that every man who has ever claimed to love her before has left. And since the day he learned that he swore he would never be that man no matter what.
So he sucks up his courage and nods. He warns her he has to move on and he can see that she knows what that means and she nods even as the tears flow. She starts to walk away and still he doesn't leave her, but walks with her. Not too close. Not too far away.
So that when she is ready she can cling to him. And she does, lacing her arm in his. And a moment later he leans into her. And they walk away.
Together. For tonight.
100: Him
His gut, which has been twinging all night, is screaming at him to say or do something, and when Sweets levels his finger at him it's like the last tumblers in a padlock coming into alignment. He knows what he has to do.
Still, old habits die hard and it's not until they're out of the building and down the stairs that he screws up the courage to make the first move. Because Sweets is right about them punishing themselves year after year and it's time to break the cycle before one of them goes insane.
He is the gambler, so he gambles. And honestly, he expects her first line of defense to be his words, because he knows her. So when her first words hit him all he focuses on is “couple” and for the first time in six years he gives into his gut and shuts her up with a kiss.
Her taste is as heady as the wine she drinks every night and he remembers just how right she feels in his arms. More than the kiss of young lust, or of blackmail, for a fraction of a second it is one that knows what old lovers they already are.
Whether it's his probing tongue or the hand that is migrating further north, he's unsure, but something pulls her up short and her sudden recoil and rejection makes him feel as if he's been set adrift in a roiling sea of emotions.
Her words about his protection blow so quickly by him it will only be later tonight that he pauses to consider their meaning. Right now, though, he is laying all of his cards on the table in an effort to convince her just how much he knows.
You see, it's not just that he knows, about daffodils, and daisies, and Jupiter, and a hundred other minute details that are part of who his Bones is. He knows her. He purposefully steers clear of the words “marriage” and “love” because he knows what they trigger in her and the last thing he wants to do is spook her. More than anything he knows that her still waters run very deep and that if he could just find the right words, she could see that she is more than capable of loving him for 30, 40, even 50 years. They could go through life together instead of the quasi-state they've been living in that leaves them alone every night.
But tonight the odds do not swing in his favor and he watches her pull away, fragmenting his heart in the process. As she babbles about being an unchanging scientist, he feels like listing all of the ways she has changed since they first met, and how much more she could change if she'd just meet him halfway. She does not.
So he stops. It'd be a fool's errand to continue at this point. He acknowledges that he cannot push her in this final step. He may've pushed too far already; though it was worth the risk to break out of the holding pattern they've been trapped in. A tear- maybe for her, maybe for himself- pools in his eye and he stops it before it can fall.
He hears the plea in her voice as she asks if they can still be partners. He knows it will be different now that they've finally been honest and he knows he's even more of a masochist than he knew he was before. But he knows her- loves her- and he knows that every man who has ever claimed to love her before has left. And since the day he learned that he swore he would never be that man no matter what.
So he sucks up his courage and nods. He warns her he has to move on and he can see that she knows what that means and she nods even as the tears flow. She starts to walk away and still he doesn't leave her, but walks with her. Not too close. Not too far away.
So that when she is ready she can cling to him. And she does, lacing her arm in his. And a moment later he leans into her. And they walk away.
Together. For tonight.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by DBCrazy on Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:49 am
Gum, sorry I didn't leave anything when I read part 1. I wasn't logged in and it was very late.
Are you going to update this with bits of "She" and "Him" after each episode? That's what I'm thinking with the "100" being there. I'd love it.
It's hard walking through these emotions that they both have about this, but we're still all crossing our fingers for a cosmic shift in their relationship - on that turns them into a new version of "them."
Are you going to update this with bits of "She" and "Him" after each episode? That's what I'm thinking with the "100" being there. I'd love it.
It's hard walking through these emotions that they both have about this, but we're still all crossing our fingers for a cosmic shift in their relationship - on that turns them into a new version of "them."
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:08 pm
101: She
She is not speaking in hyperbole to Angela in the least when she voices her displeasure regarding attending the reunion with her old classmates. Her experiences thus far have done little to ameliorate past grievances and serve more as a reminder of how painful that era in her life was.
Not for the first time she wonders if things would have been easier had the schools not been redistricted just before her sophomore year. If she had not had to adjust to a new school and the foster care system at the same time. True, a few classmates, like Andy Fluger, had moved with her, but most had not, and she had been left without the protection of being known as Russ Brennan's little sister. She had also lost the familiar comforts of the science lab that her father had taught in. A lab that she had spent hours of her youth in doing after-school activities with whatever group of students he was teaching at the time. She is still thankful to Mr. Buxley for befriending her.
She and Booth stand awkwardly on the edge of the crowd, observing all of the cliques of students that are forming. His eyes rove carefully over each group, as if he could spot the killer with his naked eye. Or perhaps he is attempting to use his infamous gut.
The low hum of conversation is interrupted by a short speech and then music blares from the DJ's sound system. Slowly, the couples begin migrating to the dance floor and Booth and Brennan follow. She is self-conscious at first, but of course he is not and before long she is slipping into some of the old dance moves she remembers from a long-ago homecoming dance. She's never been to prom, but she did go to homecoming her once. No one danced with her then.
Booth is observing her dancing and she attempts to keep her tone light as she relays her classmates' negative views on her and her dancing abilities. She assures him that she was fine what with science, history, and Mr. Buxley. She doesn't mention how lonely she was without the company of peers. They are having a good time by the song's end and she is starting to feel better about coming.
The song changes and couples move closer, but Booth remains aloof, asking questions about the case, then suggests they get punch. Impulsively she asks if he will dance. It's Seal; the song that all of the girls in the locker room talked about dancing to with their boyfriends. He hesitates and she wonders if she should have asked. A few weeks ago this would not have been an issue between them but they have been redefining the boundaries of their relationship and she is not quite certain where the lines are.
After some awkward words, he agrees, though when she moves close he resists her and again it seems she's stumbled over a boundary line. She wonders what the Holy Spirit has to do with dancing and if he truly believes that a spirit of any sort is between them, but she does not want to risk upsetting him a third time.
They watch Mr. Buxley draw his knife and release the stars to a chorus of oohs and ahhs from the crowd. She can hear the boyish grin in Booth's voice as they clap but she only has eyes for the stars. They remind her of her mother, and of the prom she never went to, and the boyfriend she never danced with. Would someone have asked her out had she not been a foster child or if she'd had a mother to teach her how to relate to the opposite sex? She doesn't know, but she feels sad and alone.
Tonight, she decides as her tears pool, is her prom, and she will enjoy it. When Booth extends the unspoken invitation, she steps into his arms closely again without a second thought and this time he does not push her back, but embraces her. She closes her eyes, imagining that he is the captain of the football team who has agreed to dance with her. It is not long before his body relaxes and he presses her closer, and she realizes that this is better than an imagined football player. This is Booth. Her partner. Her friend.
They are so close now they are barely moving and she buries her head in his shoulder, inhaling his scent and never so proud to be his friend. He is a good man. Which is why he needs a better woman than her; someone whose mother taught them how to love instead of hide.
The song ends and she feels the feather-light brush of his lips in her hair.
Their eyes meet and he smiles wistfully, his voice barely above a whisper, “Beauty, brains, and a whole lot more.”
He takes her arm and escorts her off the dance floor.
And in this moment, she is happy.
She is not speaking in hyperbole to Angela in the least when she voices her displeasure regarding attending the reunion with her old classmates. Her experiences thus far have done little to ameliorate past grievances and serve more as a reminder of how painful that era in her life was.
Not for the first time she wonders if things would have been easier had the schools not been redistricted just before her sophomore year. If she had not had to adjust to a new school and the foster care system at the same time. True, a few classmates, like Andy Fluger, had moved with her, but most had not, and she had been left without the protection of being known as Russ Brennan's little sister. She had also lost the familiar comforts of the science lab that her father had taught in. A lab that she had spent hours of her youth in doing after-school activities with whatever group of students he was teaching at the time. She is still thankful to Mr. Buxley for befriending her.
She and Booth stand awkwardly on the edge of the crowd, observing all of the cliques of students that are forming. His eyes rove carefully over each group, as if he could spot the killer with his naked eye. Or perhaps he is attempting to use his infamous gut.
The low hum of conversation is interrupted by a short speech and then music blares from the DJ's sound system. Slowly, the couples begin migrating to the dance floor and Booth and Brennan follow. She is self-conscious at first, but of course he is not and before long she is slipping into some of the old dance moves she remembers from a long-ago homecoming dance. She's never been to prom, but she did go to homecoming her once. No one danced with her then.
Booth is observing her dancing and she attempts to keep her tone light as she relays her classmates' negative views on her and her dancing abilities. She assures him that she was fine what with science, history, and Mr. Buxley. She doesn't mention how lonely she was without the company of peers. They are having a good time by the song's end and she is starting to feel better about coming.
The song changes and couples move closer, but Booth remains aloof, asking questions about the case, then suggests they get punch. Impulsively she asks if he will dance. It's Seal; the song that all of the girls in the locker room talked about dancing to with their boyfriends. He hesitates and she wonders if she should have asked. A few weeks ago this would not have been an issue between them but they have been redefining the boundaries of their relationship and she is not quite certain where the lines are.
After some awkward words, he agrees, though when she moves close he resists her and again it seems she's stumbled over a boundary line. She wonders what the Holy Spirit has to do with dancing and if he truly believes that a spirit of any sort is between them, but she does not want to risk upsetting him a third time.
They watch Mr. Buxley draw his knife and release the stars to a chorus of oohs and ahhs from the crowd. She can hear the boyish grin in Booth's voice as they clap but she only has eyes for the stars. They remind her of her mother, and of the prom she never went to, and the boyfriend she never danced with. Would someone have asked her out had she not been a foster child or if she'd had a mother to teach her how to relate to the opposite sex? She doesn't know, but she feels sad and alone.
Tonight, she decides as her tears pool, is her prom, and she will enjoy it. When Booth extends the unspoken invitation, she steps into his arms closely again without a second thought and this time he does not push her back, but embraces her. She closes her eyes, imagining that he is the captain of the football team who has agreed to dance with her. It is not long before his body relaxes and he presses her closer, and she realizes that this is better than an imagined football player. This is Booth. Her partner. Her friend.
They are so close now they are barely moving and she buries her head in his shoulder, inhaling his scent and never so proud to be his friend. He is a good man. Which is why he needs a better woman than her; someone whose mother taught them how to love instead of hide.
The song ends and she feels the feather-light brush of his lips in her hair.
Their eyes meet and he smiles wistfully, his voice barely above a whisper, “Beauty, brains, and a whole lot more.”
He takes her arm and escorts her off the dance floor.
And in this moment, she is happy.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Fri Apr 30, 2010 12:26 am
101: Him
He is going to need a flashier tie and a helluva lot more booze, because, honestly, if one more person hits on him or on Bones he will shoot them; in the crotch. He then reminds himself for the umpteenth time this trip that she is not his to claim and she apparently never was no matter how badly he wants her. He also reminds himself that while shooting something or someone might take the edge off, he'd be stuck in Sweets' office for the rest of his career and as big as his soft spot is for the kid it doesn't go that far.
He focuses on the case instead. They are still no closer to finding the killer, though he's pretty sure it isn't Flugar and he's not at all sure it isn't Mr. Buxley. As more people trickle in they seem to be more normal than the reunion committee, at least, and none of them hit on him as Bones makes the introductions. A few of them- the ones who are now doctors and lawyers- even congratulate her on her scientific achievements and for once, she accepts gracefully. He wonders if it's just the catty ones she doesn't know how to handle.
The dancing gets off to a fast start and proves to be a good way to keep an eye on the key players without arousing suspicions. Bones is clearly starting to get into the spirit of the dance, though he now has no trouble believing that she didn't go to these things often in high school. It's also clear that she's trying to assure either him, or herself, that she was just fine with her science and history thank you very much. Yeah, Bones, you keep telling yourself that.
Of course eventually the music slows down and he tries to escape smoothly, but she's faster and she asks him to dance. She wouldn't know Michael Jackson if he ran into her on the street but just a few notes into one of the sappiest love songs of the 90s and she's just as girly as the next girl. This whole trip he's seen just how shunned she was as a kid and he's never forgotten her story about Brainy Smurf- even though he's wondering what part of horny Andy Flugar could possibly've been captain of the lacrosse team back in the day.
After a brief internal wrestling match, he shoves his own hurts aside for the moment and agrees for her sake, though he's careful to spell out exactly how things still stand because, with Bones, it's always best to be sure you are as clear as possible so that she gets it. When she launches herself at him he has second thoughts, but they readjust quickly and he gets to use the line that the nuns used on him back at his dances even though he swore back then it was a cheesy one. It still is, but it works for the time being and doesn't end in a debate about his invisible Friend, so they're good.
Focusing on everything except the woman in his arms, his eyes quickly spot the gigantic knife that her beloved janitor is sporting even as she's once again defending the man to him. Turns out this time she's right, and as the metal stars fall at just the right moment, even Booth is impressed.
When he faces Bones again, his heart jumps into his throat because for the second time in recent memory, tears have escaped her unflappable exterior. And here's the thing: even though he's spent half the trip in pain because of how she left his heart that night outside of the Hoover, he still loves her. And he still hates to see her in pain, because it makes him hurt too. So this time when he offers to finish the dance and she molds herself to him, he lets her.
At first he is fairly sure that this is God's way of punishing him for all of those other undercover ops where he held her too close, or cupped her arse; or maybe it's for the guy hugs, or the number of times his ogled her in those low-cut fancy dresses. But she is relaxed and enjoying herself for the first time, and she feels so right pressing into him, and she really is the addiction he can't deny. So he decides to let himself enjoy the moment just for what it is. For who they could have been instead of who they are.
And they dance.
Neither one of them wants to break the spell when the songs ends, but eventually he does, inhaling her scent one last time and letting his lips brush her hair so lightly he doubts she feels it. A part of him wants to lay it all out for her again, but he knows he can't, so instead he whispers something else that is theirs. She gets it, and they smile as he leads her off of the dance floor.
And the slow music plays on. And the dance continues. Without them.
He is going to need a flashier tie and a helluva lot more booze, because, honestly, if one more person hits on him or on Bones he will shoot them; in the crotch. He then reminds himself for the umpteenth time this trip that she is not his to claim and she apparently never was no matter how badly he wants her. He also reminds himself that while shooting something or someone might take the edge off, he'd be stuck in Sweets' office for the rest of his career and as big as his soft spot is for the kid it doesn't go that far.
He focuses on the case instead. They are still no closer to finding the killer, though he's pretty sure it isn't Flugar and he's not at all sure it isn't Mr. Buxley. As more people trickle in they seem to be more normal than the reunion committee, at least, and none of them hit on him as Bones makes the introductions. A few of them- the ones who are now doctors and lawyers- even congratulate her on her scientific achievements and for once, she accepts gracefully. He wonders if it's just the catty ones she doesn't know how to handle.
The dancing gets off to a fast start and proves to be a good way to keep an eye on the key players without arousing suspicions. Bones is clearly starting to get into the spirit of the dance, though he now has no trouble believing that she didn't go to these things often in high school. It's also clear that she's trying to assure either him, or herself, that she was just fine with her science and history thank you very much. Yeah, Bones, you keep telling yourself that.
Of course eventually the music slows down and he tries to escape smoothly, but she's faster and she asks him to dance. She wouldn't know Michael Jackson if he ran into her on the street but just a few notes into one of the sappiest love songs of the 90s and she's just as girly as the next girl. This whole trip he's seen just how shunned she was as a kid and he's never forgotten her story about Brainy Smurf- even though he's wondering what part of horny Andy Flugar could possibly've been captain of the lacrosse team back in the day.
After a brief internal wrestling match, he shoves his own hurts aside for the moment and agrees for her sake, though he's careful to spell out exactly how things still stand because, with Bones, it's always best to be sure you are as clear as possible so that she gets it. When she launches herself at him he has second thoughts, but they readjust quickly and he gets to use the line that the nuns used on him back at his dances even though he swore back then it was a cheesy one. It still is, but it works for the time being and doesn't end in a debate about his invisible Friend, so they're good.
Focusing on everything except the woman in his arms, his eyes quickly spot the gigantic knife that her beloved janitor is sporting even as she's once again defending the man to him. Turns out this time she's right, and as the metal stars fall at just the right moment, even Booth is impressed.
When he faces Bones again, his heart jumps into his throat because for the second time in recent memory, tears have escaped her unflappable exterior. And here's the thing: even though he's spent half the trip in pain because of how she left his heart that night outside of the Hoover, he still loves her. And he still hates to see her in pain, because it makes him hurt too. So this time when he offers to finish the dance and she molds herself to him, he lets her.
At first he is fairly sure that this is God's way of punishing him for all of those other undercover ops where he held her too close, or cupped her arse; or maybe it's for the guy hugs, or the number of times his ogled her in those low-cut fancy dresses. But she is relaxed and enjoying herself for the first time, and she feels so right pressing into him, and she really is the addiction he can't deny. So he decides to let himself enjoy the moment just for what it is. For who they could have been instead of who they are.
And they dance.
Neither one of them wants to break the spell when the songs ends, but eventually he does, inhaling her scent one last time and letting his lips brush her hair so lightly he doubts she feels it. A part of him wants to lay it all out for her again, but he knows he can't, so instead he whispers something else that is theirs. She gets it, and they smile as he leads her off of the dance floor.
And the slow music plays on. And the dance continues. Without them.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Sat May 01, 2010 12:22 am
102: She
She's at his office signing off on some of her part of the paperwork now that the case is closed. They both agree that the teacher is creepy and she laughs as Booth runs a quick background check on Parker's teacher just to be sure.
Things are a little quieter than usual as they work and they both keep consulting the clock on the wall. When she comes to the next stopping place she announces that she should leave and he says he should as well.
The silence is still awkward as they gather up their things and make their way to the elevators, so she attempted to make conversation by mentioning her coffee date with Andrew. He replies that he is going out as well and immediately she knows with whom, though she will not admit just how often the possibility of that scenario occurring has crossed her mind since the case began.
It had been obvious from Booth's earlier actions that he was attracted to Dr. Bryer and it seemed as if that attraction was reciprocated so it was only a matter of clearing out the legalities. She still wonders what their plans are, but feels that is not her place to ask. Unsure of exactly what the proper response is, she comments on the other woman's beauty and is somewhat taken aback by Booth's subsequent admission.
A part of her very much likes that Booth holds her up as the standard against other women and she quickly realizes that she does very much the same thing unconsciously when it comes to other men. She assures Booth that Andrew is not as handsome as he is and silently wonders if she has ever considered a man to be more handsome than Booth since making his acquaintance. She does not think so.
Intelligence is the next quality they discuss. Obviously, though she is quite intelligent in her own right, Dr. Bryer cannot compare to Brennan's level, but she is unsure why Booth would tout Andrew as the more intelligent of the two men. She certainly does not sense the same saavy in Andrew as she knows Booth possesses, not to mention Booth has more than once referred to his boss as an, “ass-kissing doofus.”
There's no time to question him, however, as the elevator arrives and she steps in. He doesn't follow and she wonders if this is the first step in his “moving on” process. She can feel the thin veneer of the “supportive partner” front she is attempting to project slip for a brief moment, then musters one last smile for him as the door shut.
Later that night, after she and Booth have shared their customary end-of-case drinks, she will determine the following guidelines for herself concerning this paradigm shift:
1)Dr. Bryer is an intelligent, attractive woman who makes Booth happy. Booth deserves such happiness, therefore Brennan will make every effort to compliment and support him in his choice no matter what her personal emotions on the topic might be.
2)Andrew- though nowhere near as intellectually or physically stimulating as Booth- is a good man who appears to enjoy her company and whose company she does not mind. Booth seems to feel sincerely that she deserves a “good man” so it would behoove her to attempt to for a connection with Andrew. (This is a temporary relationship, however, so she feels it best to forgo an intimate relationship with him for the time being.)
3)Her partnership with Booth is of utmost important and must hold. She knows that it is easily the most important interpersonal relationship in her life thus far. The last two years she has watched him almost lose his life and each time the thought was extremely distressing and something she is not willing to suffer through again. She will therefore be more proactive in keeping him and their partnership alive no matter what the personal cost to herself.
She's at his office signing off on some of her part of the paperwork now that the case is closed. They both agree that the teacher is creepy and she laughs as Booth runs a quick background check on Parker's teacher just to be sure.
Things are a little quieter than usual as they work and they both keep consulting the clock on the wall. When she comes to the next stopping place she announces that she should leave and he says he should as well.
The silence is still awkward as they gather up their things and make their way to the elevators, so she attempted to make conversation by mentioning her coffee date with Andrew. He replies that he is going out as well and immediately she knows with whom, though she will not admit just how often the possibility of that scenario occurring has crossed her mind since the case began.
It had been obvious from Booth's earlier actions that he was attracted to Dr. Bryer and it seemed as if that attraction was reciprocated so it was only a matter of clearing out the legalities. She still wonders what their plans are, but feels that is not her place to ask. Unsure of exactly what the proper response is, she comments on the other woman's beauty and is somewhat taken aback by Booth's subsequent admission.
A part of her very much likes that Booth holds her up as the standard against other women and she quickly realizes that she does very much the same thing unconsciously when it comes to other men. She assures Booth that Andrew is not as handsome as he is and silently wonders if she has ever considered a man to be more handsome than Booth since making his acquaintance. She does not think so.
Intelligence is the next quality they discuss. Obviously, though she is quite intelligent in her own right, Dr. Bryer cannot compare to Brennan's level, but she is unsure why Booth would tout Andrew as the more intelligent of the two men. She certainly does not sense the same saavy in Andrew as she knows Booth possesses, not to mention Booth has more than once referred to his boss as an, “ass-kissing doofus.”
There's no time to question him, however, as the elevator arrives and she steps in. He doesn't follow and she wonders if this is the first step in his “moving on” process. She can feel the thin veneer of the “supportive partner” front she is attempting to project slip for a brief moment, then musters one last smile for him as the door shut.
Later that night, after she and Booth have shared their customary end-of-case drinks, she will determine the following guidelines for herself concerning this paradigm shift:
1)Dr. Bryer is an intelligent, attractive woman who makes Booth happy. Booth deserves such happiness, therefore Brennan will make every effort to compliment and support him in his choice no matter what her personal emotions on the topic might be.
2)Andrew- though nowhere near as intellectually or physically stimulating as Booth- is a good man who appears to enjoy her company and whose company she does not mind. Booth seems to feel sincerely that she deserves a “good man” so it would behoove her to attempt to for a connection with Andrew. (This is a temporary relationship, however, so she feels it best to forgo an intimate relationship with him for the time being.)
3)Her partnership with Booth is of utmost important and must hold. She knows that it is easily the most important interpersonal relationship in her life thus far. The last two years she has watched him almost lose his life and each time the thought was extremely distressing and something she is not willing to suffer through again. She will therefore be more proactive in keeping him and their partnership alive no matter what the personal cost to herself.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by DBCrazy on Sat May 01, 2010 11:21 am
Gum, I'm really enjoying these recaps on their estranged relationship. I just had to copy some of my favorites out from what I read tonight. 
101: Him
but just a few notes into one of the sappiest love songs of the 90s and she's just as girly as the next girl.
what part of horny Andy Flugar could possibly've been captain of the lacrosse team back in the day.
he gets to use the line that the nuns used on him back at his dances even though he swore back then it was a cheesy one.
she really is the addiction he can't deny. So he decides to let himself enjoy the moment just for what it is. For who they could have been instead of who they are.
102: She
and silently wonders if she has ever considered a man to be more handsome than Booth since making his acquaintance. She does not think so.
Later that night, after she and Booth have shared their customary end-of-case drinks, she will determine the following guidelines for herself concerning this paradigm shift:
101: Him
but just a few notes into one of the sappiest love songs of the 90s and she's just as girly as the next girl.
what part of horny Andy Flugar could possibly've been captain of the lacrosse team back in the day.
he gets to use the line that the nuns used on him back at his dances even though he swore back then it was a cheesy one.
she really is the addiction he can't deny. So he decides to let himself enjoy the moment just for what it is. For who they could have been instead of who they are.
102: She
and silently wonders if she has ever considered a man to be more handsome than Booth since making his acquaintance. She does not think so.
Later that night, after she and Booth have shared their customary end-of-case drinks, she will determine the following guidelines for herself concerning this paradigm shift:
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Sat May 01, 2010 10:10 pm
102: Him
There is a perpetual grin on Seeley Booth's face that he cannot fully hide, nor explain. Maybe it's that a woman he thought about hitting on hit on him first and very soon they'll be going on the first real date he's been on in a long time. Maybe it's because for the first time since things when down between he and Bones, they were able to click on a partners' level and close the case without as much of the hurt getting in his way. Maybe it's the thrill he got ignoring his boss and facing down Vladov, not to mention letting the mobster know Booth doesn't cave to anyone.
It's probably a combo of all of those things, but what he does know for sure is that he feels now like he used to feel about himself before the tumor, and is every bit as cocky as his buckle boasts. This new-found confidence, along with the freedom he has because his feelings for her have been put out there, is what makes it okay for him to let a very surprised Bones know that she is his standard. She has been for the last six years. Recent events haven't changed that and probably won't for a long time. He can't quite keep the wistfulness out of his tone, though, no matter how hard he tries.
He can almost hear the gears in her head whirring and before he knows what's going on, he's fairly sure she's just called him handsome and admitted that he is her standard too. He hides a grin when she starts talking intelligence because she's never lacked self-confidence in that department, though again she surprises him by crediting Catherine as being intelligent as well.
A preemptive strike is necessary before she can shift to Hacker, though, because the last thing Booth needs is for his real opinion about the guy to get back to Hacker via Bones. Booth's fairly sure he can trust her not to tell tales out of school again, but you never know.
She moves into the elevator and looks back at him and for a brief second he sees something he's missed up until now. She's been faking it: trying to seem as supportive as she can for his sake, but there's really more going on under the surface. Heck, she might even be seeing Hacker again to make it look like everything's okay; she certainly made it clear she's not in it for the sex like she was the last time.
That slip- and the sad, forced smile that follows- keep him rooted to the floor despite every desire to join her. Because if he goes in there with her, she'll know he's seen through her, and she will falter even further, and he will comfort her with a touch and then a hug, and- who knows?- maybe more. For as much as he wants to move on no part of him will ever be comfortable with seeing her in pain and the reunion all but proved he's a sucker for her tears.
But he needs to move on, he convinces himself, and give himself a shot at being happy with someone else. So, reluctantly, he lets the doors close between them. He will take the stairs, and go on his date, and find the courage to ask for a second one. Later, over drinks, he will be back with Bones, and maybe his smile is a little forced and the joke falls a little flat, and maybe he knows she's trying too hard too. The important part, he thinks, is that they are trying.
There is a perpetual grin on Seeley Booth's face that he cannot fully hide, nor explain. Maybe it's that a woman he thought about hitting on hit on him first and very soon they'll be going on the first real date he's been on in a long time. Maybe it's because for the first time since things when down between he and Bones, they were able to click on a partners' level and close the case without as much of the hurt getting in his way. Maybe it's the thrill he got ignoring his boss and facing down Vladov, not to mention letting the mobster know Booth doesn't cave to anyone.
It's probably a combo of all of those things, but what he does know for sure is that he feels now like he used to feel about himself before the tumor, and is every bit as cocky as his buckle boasts. This new-found confidence, along with the freedom he has because his feelings for her have been put out there, is what makes it okay for him to let a very surprised Bones know that she is his standard. She has been for the last six years. Recent events haven't changed that and probably won't for a long time. He can't quite keep the wistfulness out of his tone, though, no matter how hard he tries.
He can almost hear the gears in her head whirring and before he knows what's going on, he's fairly sure she's just called him handsome and admitted that he is her standard too. He hides a grin when she starts talking intelligence because she's never lacked self-confidence in that department, though again she surprises him by crediting Catherine as being intelligent as well.
A preemptive strike is necessary before she can shift to Hacker, though, because the last thing Booth needs is for his real opinion about the guy to get back to Hacker via Bones. Booth's fairly sure he can trust her not to tell tales out of school again, but you never know.
She moves into the elevator and looks back at him and for a brief second he sees something he's missed up until now. She's been faking it: trying to seem as supportive as she can for his sake, but there's really more going on under the surface. Heck, she might even be seeing Hacker again to make it look like everything's okay; she certainly made it clear she's not in it for the sex like she was the last time.
That slip- and the sad, forced smile that follows- keep him rooted to the floor despite every desire to join her. Because if he goes in there with her, she'll know he's seen through her, and she will falter even further, and he will comfort her with a touch and then a hug, and- who knows?- maybe more. For as much as he wants to move on no part of him will ever be comfortable with seeing her in pain and the reunion all but proved he's a sucker for her tears.
But he needs to move on, he convinces himself, and give himself a shot at being happy with someone else. So, reluctantly, he lets the doors close between them. He will take the stairs, and go on his date, and find the courage to ask for a second one. Later, over drinks, he will be back with Bones, and maybe his smile is a little forced and the joke falls a little flat, and maybe he knows she's trying too hard too. The important part, he thinks, is that they are trying.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by ShaniJP on Mon May 03, 2010 10:47 am
VERY good insights with this series. I can't wait to see what you post for "Rocker..."
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Tue May 04, 2010 1:55 am
103: She
On the whole Brennan concludes that this past week has been a good one. She feels that she has done a good job of supporting Booth's relationship with Cathrine, as well as providing information that should be useful to him. A part of her wishes that Dr. Bryer had not selected a tie that featured Brennan's favorite aquatic mammal to forge her social contract with Booth; however, given her profession it is not surprising.
She settles down with the latest issue of Lapham's Quarterly and contemplates social contracts, along with Cam's relationship advice. While it is true that she has enjoyed being exposed to such things as the “Rat Pack” and a variety of modern bands, Andrew is not someone with whom she would choose to make a long-term commitment should she ever embrace the concept, and she wonders if this means she should terminate the relationship before he gets the wrong idea.
There is an article she's reading that's talking about “foreigners” and event though the context is different, a smile comes unbidden to her lips as her mind drifts to the rock and roll fantasy camp experience that she and Booth shared. Like the last time, their dance movements were uninhibited and spontaneous. Much like the other times she has performed in front of an audience, she found playing and singing for so many very exhilarating. She is also glad that her fear that Booth would either be blown up or shot at at the conclusion of the song proved to be an irrational one.
The thought of losing him is never far away these days and perhaps more so because she is starting to feel that if Booth ever does become more serious in his relationship with Cathrine, Brennan's role in his life will diminish even further. The more she considers that, the more she doesn't care for the idea that he will be relying on someone other than her.
Alone with her thoughts she begins to admit that she craves the large role he plays in her personal life and she in his. What they share goes beyond a mere partnership; and perhaps it always has.
***
I'm trying to decide if that last bit was taking a little more liberty than where she's at in the show. You can almost FEEL in that last scene though how important she's figured out he is to her and how very much she does NOT want to lose him and their partnership.
I kinda think that the whole point of this journey- even the awkwardness that's between them- is for Brennan to see who they really are and I think she's close and that certain events which I won't spoil for those who are spoiler free will push her over that edge.
I'm trying to be as realistic as possible here, though, and I really think she's getting just how much she dislikes not being the woman in Booth's life.
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On the whole Brennan concludes that this past week has been a good one. She feels that she has done a good job of supporting Booth's relationship with Cathrine, as well as providing information that should be useful to him. A part of her wishes that Dr. Bryer had not selected a tie that featured Brennan's favorite aquatic mammal to forge her social contract with Booth; however, given her profession it is not surprising.
She settles down with the latest issue of Lapham's Quarterly and contemplates social contracts, along with Cam's relationship advice. While it is true that she has enjoyed being exposed to such things as the “Rat Pack” and a variety of modern bands, Andrew is not someone with whom she would choose to make a long-term commitment should she ever embrace the concept, and she wonders if this means she should terminate the relationship before he gets the wrong idea.
There is an article she's reading that's talking about “foreigners” and event though the context is different, a smile comes unbidden to her lips as her mind drifts to the rock and roll fantasy camp experience that she and Booth shared. Like the last time, their dance movements were uninhibited and spontaneous. Much like the other times she has performed in front of an audience, she found playing and singing for so many very exhilarating. She is also glad that her fear that Booth would either be blown up or shot at at the conclusion of the song proved to be an irrational one.
The thought of losing him is never far away these days and perhaps more so because she is starting to feel that if Booth ever does become more serious in his relationship with Cathrine, Brennan's role in his life will diminish even further. The more she considers that, the more she doesn't care for the idea that he will be relying on someone other than her.
Alone with her thoughts she begins to admit that she craves the large role he plays in her personal life and she in his. What they share goes beyond a mere partnership; and perhaps it always has.
***
I'm trying to decide if that last bit was taking a little more liberty than where she's at in the show. You can almost FEEL in that last scene though how important she's figured out he is to her and how very much she does NOT want to lose him and their partnership.
I kinda think that the whole point of this journey- even the awkwardness that's between them- is for Brennan to see who they really are and I think she's close and that certain events which I won't spoil for those who are spoiler free will push her over that edge.
I'm trying to be as realistic as possible here, though, and I really think she's getting just how much she dislikes not being the woman in Booth's life.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Wed May 05, 2010 11:31 am
103: Him
He sets the needle down carefully and grins at the familiar crackle before the music kicks in. There's nothing like vinyl and Blue Morning, Blue Day pretty much sums up his life right now. He stretches out lazily on the couch, having traded his jeans for sweats and his button-down for his Zepplin tee.
His feet- propped up and cozy as ever in their stripy homes- keep time w/the beat and he lets himself daydream a/b what seeing Zepplin in London, with Bones, would've been like. There's not a doubt it would've been great. She would've been lost at first, but he would've been there to show her the ropes and teach her the finer points of headbanging, and rock-n-roll hand gestures, and everything else. They might've even scored backstage passes because she's famous and all. There would definitely have been a wet t-shirt contest and he's sure he could've talked her into it somehow.
Of course, that's all a big pipe dream because Bones thought Zepplin was an airshow and turned down the tickets. Though now she knows better. A part of him wonders if a guy who's supposed to be moving on and who is in fact dating someone else should be dreaming about that in the first place. Probably not, he frowns.
The frown deepens a bit more when he starts to question if going on two dates is really dating or moving on. He's not convinced it is and he's not sure what he thinks about that because Cathrine's a great woman and should be just what he needs to get past this deep want he has for his partner.
The song switches to Double Vision and for some reason that reminds him of Noddy Comet, which reminds him of Gordon Gordon, who once told Booth that hearts choose who they fall for no matter what common sense has to say. For the first time since that night at the Hoover he lets himself dwell on what he wished had been the outcome. They could be so good together despite the fact that they shouldn't get along in the first place.
When Hot Blooded plays like he knew it would, he's ready for it. He closes his eyes and pictures her in two places at two totally different points in their relationship, yet each time she tackled the song with reckless abandon. He can see her wide smile, and the gleam in her eyes, and the way her soft hair bounces, and the way she pretty much gave him a vertical lap dance this last time. That is why it's their song.
The thing he can't ignore is that he hadn't needed to call her to the hotel this time any more than he'd needed to watch her like a hawk the first time, but he'd done it all the same and he'd do it all again. Just like he knows he would stroke that new tie of his in front of her again to gauge her reaction because a part of him needs to know she cares at some level. Granted, he hadn't expected her to latch onto the subject like a barnacle but he probably should have. He should've told her too that Cathrine was just replacing a tie that she'd accidentally spilled coffee on during their dinner date.
Thinking about the tie takes him back to her comment about social contracts. He thinks about the tie, sure, but also about Jasper, and Brainy Smurf, and the tree. He also thinks about a girl who inspired him to break out of the expected norms; and the replacement buckle she bought him almost immediately after his original was blown to kingdom come. Talk about a social contract. Though apparently she doesn't see things that way.
The needle lifts of its own accord and the room is still. He would sleep on the couch but his back will kill him and he can't go to Bones to fix it right now. Reluctantly, he rises, checks the locks, and goes to bed. He's just as unsure about what to do with his feelings for her as he was three weeks ago, but he convinces himself that he can't do anything to change her and so for the time being he must settle for second-best.
He sets the needle down carefully and grins at the familiar crackle before the music kicks in. There's nothing like vinyl and Blue Morning, Blue Day pretty much sums up his life right now. He stretches out lazily on the couch, having traded his jeans for sweats and his button-down for his Zepplin tee.
His feet- propped up and cozy as ever in their stripy homes- keep time w/the beat and he lets himself daydream a/b what seeing Zepplin in London, with Bones, would've been like. There's not a doubt it would've been great. She would've been lost at first, but he would've been there to show her the ropes and teach her the finer points of headbanging, and rock-n-roll hand gestures, and everything else. They might've even scored backstage passes because she's famous and all. There would definitely have been a wet t-shirt contest and he's sure he could've talked her into it somehow.
Of course, that's all a big pipe dream because Bones thought Zepplin was an airshow and turned down the tickets. Though now she knows better. A part of him wonders if a guy who's supposed to be moving on and who is in fact dating someone else should be dreaming about that in the first place. Probably not, he frowns.
The frown deepens a bit more when he starts to question if going on two dates is really dating or moving on. He's not convinced it is and he's not sure what he thinks about that because Cathrine's a great woman and should be just what he needs to get past this deep want he has for his partner.
The song switches to Double Vision and for some reason that reminds him of Noddy Comet, which reminds him of Gordon Gordon, who once told Booth that hearts choose who they fall for no matter what common sense has to say. For the first time since that night at the Hoover he lets himself dwell on what he wished had been the outcome. They could be so good together despite the fact that they shouldn't get along in the first place.
When Hot Blooded plays like he knew it would, he's ready for it. He closes his eyes and pictures her in two places at two totally different points in their relationship, yet each time she tackled the song with reckless abandon. He can see her wide smile, and the gleam in her eyes, and the way her soft hair bounces, and the way she pretty much gave him a vertical lap dance this last time. That is why it's their song.
The thing he can't ignore is that he hadn't needed to call her to the hotel this time any more than he'd needed to watch her like a hawk the first time, but he'd done it all the same and he'd do it all again. Just like he knows he would stroke that new tie of his in front of her again to gauge her reaction because a part of him needs to know she cares at some level. Granted, he hadn't expected her to latch onto the subject like a barnacle but he probably should have. He should've told her too that Cathrine was just replacing a tie that she'd accidentally spilled coffee on during their dinner date.
Thinking about the tie takes him back to her comment about social contracts. He thinks about the tie, sure, but also about Jasper, and Brainy Smurf, and the tree. He also thinks about a girl who inspired him to break out of the expected norms; and the replacement buckle she bought him almost immediately after his original was blown to kingdom come. Talk about a social contract. Though apparently she doesn't see things that way.
The needle lifts of its own accord and the room is still. He would sleep on the couch but his back will kill him and he can't go to Bones to fix it right now. Reluctantly, he rises, checks the locks, and goes to bed. He's just as unsure about what to do with his feelings for her as he was three weeks ago, but he convinces himself that he can't do anything to change her and so for the time being he must settle for second-best.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Mon May 10, 2010 3:07 am
104: She
They are celebrating at the Founding Fathers; she with water and he with his usual as they banter back and forth about whether or not the witches were good people. Booth, of course, argues that they are, but she is not sure how that is possible given that they murdered someone and then attempted to cover up their crime.
She's not sure what triggers the segue but she watches with interest as Booth retrieves a small paper figure from his pocket and begins waving it in front of her. His boyish enthusiasm is infectious as he pretends to make it dance and relays its significance. The concept is, of course, absurd, but then Booth has a well-documented history of placing faith in absurd things.
He is waving his lighter around now and she knows he it going to make a wish. She concedes to herself that there is nothing she can do to keep him from it, but that does not make her any less concerned when the flames lick close to his hand. Pain is something that she does not like to watch him experience.
She lies when she says she doesn't want to know what he wished for; feigning disinterest so as not to appear too eager. He'd tease her if he knew how badly she wants to know. And then he tells her. And she knows what that means even though she says she doesn't because she's not the heart person and he is.
And so he explains. And he teases her. And they laugh together. And tease. Tonight she will contemplate his five wishes (she will also wonder why the witches gave him the “little Bones” effigies in the first place; and how many he has, because she is quite curious).
Love. She's still not entirely convinced that a love such as the kind that Booth touts is sustainable over a long period of time, but it is still something she wishes she could experience. Something she wishes on nights when she is alone with her thoughts that she could lose herself in.
Laughter. There is a quality about her partner that brings out genuine laughter in her whether she wants to release it or not. She enjoys his somewhat boyish approach to life, as well as that smarmy charm smile of his, which can tease a smile from her even on the worst of days.
Friendship. The last six years have taught her about that. Angela was one of her first true friends and she is happy they have been able to maintain that friendship despite their differences. Booth is easily her closest friend and is always willing to teach her more about friendship and different kinds of family. Jack, Cam, Zack, and even Sweets are also her friends and she wonders if she has ever had so many all at the same time.
Purpose. Gordon Gordon was correct when he said that she couldn't live a purposeless life. Working at the Jeffersonian and solving murders with Booth gives her all of the purpose she could desire. She is very content with that aspect of her life.
A dance. She is not sure what he means by this and she will not ask. She does remember, though, the feeling of security she felt just weeks before in his arms at her reunion, and she wonders what it would be like to dance with him without all of the awkwardness that was between them that night.
They are celebrating at the Founding Fathers; she with water and he with his usual as they banter back and forth about whether or not the witches were good people. Booth, of course, argues that they are, but she is not sure how that is possible given that they murdered someone and then attempted to cover up their crime.
She's not sure what triggers the segue but she watches with interest as Booth retrieves a small paper figure from his pocket and begins waving it in front of her. His boyish enthusiasm is infectious as he pretends to make it dance and relays its significance. The concept is, of course, absurd, but then Booth has a well-documented history of placing faith in absurd things.
He is waving his lighter around now and she knows he it going to make a wish. She concedes to herself that there is nothing she can do to keep him from it, but that does not make her any less concerned when the flames lick close to his hand. Pain is something that she does not like to watch him experience.
She lies when she says she doesn't want to know what he wished for; feigning disinterest so as not to appear too eager. He'd tease her if he knew how badly she wants to know. And then he tells her. And she knows what that means even though she says she doesn't because she's not the heart person and he is.
And so he explains. And he teases her. And they laugh together. And tease. Tonight she will contemplate his five wishes (she will also wonder why the witches gave him the “little Bones” effigies in the first place; and how many he has, because she is quite curious).
Love. She's still not entirely convinced that a love such as the kind that Booth touts is sustainable over a long period of time, but it is still something she wishes she could experience. Something she wishes on nights when she is alone with her thoughts that she could lose herself in.
Laughter. There is a quality about her partner that brings out genuine laughter in her whether she wants to release it or not. She enjoys his somewhat boyish approach to life, as well as that smarmy charm smile of his, which can tease a smile from her even on the worst of days.
Friendship. The last six years have taught her about that. Angela was one of her first true friends and she is happy they have been able to maintain that friendship despite their differences. Booth is easily her closest friend and is always willing to teach her more about friendship and different kinds of family. Jack, Cam, Zack, and even Sweets are also her friends and she wonders if she has ever had so many all at the same time.
Purpose. Gordon Gordon was correct when he said that she couldn't live a purposeless life. Working at the Jeffersonian and solving murders with Booth gives her all of the purpose she could desire. She is very content with that aspect of her life.
A dance. She is not sure what he means by this and she will not ask. She does remember, though, the feeling of security she felt just weeks before in his arms at her reunion, and she wonders what it would be like to dance with him without all of the awkwardness that was between them that night.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Tue May 11, 2010 9:01 am
104: Him
He isn't sure what to think when Ember hands him the small effigy to make a wish on, but in a purely impulsive act he asks if she has any more and is happy when she does.
“Burn it in front of the one you love,” she instructs him and the knowing look in her eyes says that she knows just who it is he loves.
So he carries them, like his love, hidden but never far from his heart and waits for the right moment to reveal them. When it's clear he's not going to win this bickering match he pulls one out and dances it in front of her. What he'll never tell her is that “Little Bones” is the nickname he knew he'd give to the baby girl he was sure she would have when he thought she was pregnant. She's laughing at him, but he doesn't care; it's been too long since they could laugh together.
He closes his eyes as if contemplating what wish to make, then says a short prayer and flicks the Zippo. He's nowhere near close to burning his fingers, but it's good to know she cares even as they bicker lightly. She's claiming she doesn't want to know but this is Bones and she is nothing if not curious so he indulges her.
He figured out years ago when she actually is ignorant on a given topic and when she's hiding behind her social naivety and tonight it's the latter. A couple of weeks ago he might have let her get away with that, but right now he's enjoying the comfort that comes from not having to hide his feelings about her, and besides, he really does want these things for her. So he dives in and tells her exactly what he meant.
Love comes first because it's not only the most important thing in life he can think for a person to find, but also because he knows just how big her heart is. A part of him still wants to show her that, but he holds back because he's still convinced this is something she has to figure out on her own.
Laughter is next. He loves the sound of her laugh when it's not forced or contrived. He also loves the half-smirk that accompanies her laugh and he's lost count through the years all of the ways he's devised to see that smile and hear that laugh. He wants her to be carefree more often.
He really doesn't have to wish for friendship for her but he's seen so much growth in her in this area over the course of their partnership that he wants to mention it. She's gone from being alone to being part of a group of friends- a family of her own making- and he is proud of her for it. He's also come to realize that “partnership” is their word for “friendship” and she is the closest friend he has; one he would kill or die for in an instant and without hesitation or remorse.
Purpose is what comes after friendship in his definition of her happiness. Gordon Gordon was BSing them when it came to why she let Sully sail off, but he was right about her needing purpose. He's never been sure if she enjoys working with him as much as doing her “pure science” stuff, but he's thankful she's stuck with him either way and he thinks it gives her purpose. He wonders, though, what she thinks of her personal life- and if she thinks about it. She needs purpose there too and he wants that for her.
His last wish for her is self-indulgent because from the moment they met, no matter who he is or isn't with at the time, he has not been able to stomach the thought of her dancing with anyone else but him. He thinks of their first dance and all of the posers who were hitting on her like they'd never seen a woman before and likes to think he rescued her from them that night. He knows he rescued her the night of the reunion, and every time he's heard Seal on the radio since in his mind's eye he is right back in that moment where they were so close and yet so far apart. He wishes that someday she will get a dance that is full of love with no other issues attached.
It is not until later that night in the privacy of his own place that he releases a heavy sigh. There's a message on his voice mail from Catherine wondering how he's doing and one on his home number from Bones informing him that she's back safe and will see him tomorrow to fill out paperwork. Only one of the voices makes his heart smile at the thought of seeing her again and his mind rest easier.
Very, very soon, he knows, he will have a choice to make. Maybe more than one. And he wonders if his life will ever be the same once he does.
He isn't sure what to think when Ember hands him the small effigy to make a wish on, but in a purely impulsive act he asks if she has any more and is happy when she does.
“Burn it in front of the one you love,” she instructs him and the knowing look in her eyes says that she knows just who it is he loves.
So he carries them, like his love, hidden but never far from his heart and waits for the right moment to reveal them. When it's clear he's not going to win this bickering match he pulls one out and dances it in front of her. What he'll never tell her is that “Little Bones” is the nickname he knew he'd give to the baby girl he was sure she would have when he thought she was pregnant. She's laughing at him, but he doesn't care; it's been too long since they could laugh together.
He closes his eyes as if contemplating what wish to make, then says a short prayer and flicks the Zippo. He's nowhere near close to burning his fingers, but it's good to know she cares even as they bicker lightly. She's claiming she doesn't want to know but this is Bones and she is nothing if not curious so he indulges her.
He figured out years ago when she actually is ignorant on a given topic and when she's hiding behind her social naivety and tonight it's the latter. A couple of weeks ago he might have let her get away with that, but right now he's enjoying the comfort that comes from not having to hide his feelings about her, and besides, he really does want these things for her. So he dives in and tells her exactly what he meant.
Love comes first because it's not only the most important thing in life he can think for a person to find, but also because he knows just how big her heart is. A part of him still wants to show her that, but he holds back because he's still convinced this is something she has to figure out on her own.
Laughter is next. He loves the sound of her laugh when it's not forced or contrived. He also loves the half-smirk that accompanies her laugh and he's lost count through the years all of the ways he's devised to see that smile and hear that laugh. He wants her to be carefree more often.
He really doesn't have to wish for friendship for her but he's seen so much growth in her in this area over the course of their partnership that he wants to mention it. She's gone from being alone to being part of a group of friends- a family of her own making- and he is proud of her for it. He's also come to realize that “partnership” is their word for “friendship” and she is the closest friend he has; one he would kill or die for in an instant and without hesitation or remorse.
Purpose is what comes after friendship in his definition of her happiness. Gordon Gordon was BSing them when it came to why she let Sully sail off, but he was right about her needing purpose. He's never been sure if she enjoys working with him as much as doing her “pure science” stuff, but he's thankful she's stuck with him either way and he thinks it gives her purpose. He wonders, though, what she thinks of her personal life- and if she thinks about it. She needs purpose there too and he wants that for her.
His last wish for her is self-indulgent because from the moment they met, no matter who he is or isn't with at the time, he has not been able to stomach the thought of her dancing with anyone else but him. He thinks of their first dance and all of the posers who were hitting on her like they'd never seen a woman before and likes to think he rescued her from them that night. He knows he rescued her the night of the reunion, and every time he's heard Seal on the radio since in his mind's eye he is right back in that moment where they were so close and yet so far apart. He wishes that someday she will get a dance that is full of love with no other issues attached.
It is not until later that night in the privacy of his own place that he releases a heavy sigh. There's a message on his voice mail from Catherine wondering how he's doing and one on his home number from Bones informing him that she's back safe and will see him tomorrow to fill out paperwork. Only one of the voices makes his heart smile at the thought of seeing her again and his mind rest easier.
Very, very soon, he knows, he will have a choice to make. Maybe more than one. And he wonders if his life will ever be the same once he does.
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Re: She and Him (a matter of perspective)
by Thnx4theGum on Sat May 15, 2010 7:30 pm
105: She
The night before the verdict is rendered, she is exhausted. From the nightmares that haunt her, making sleep elusive. From the emotions this trial has forced her to confront. From the toll that prolonged exposure to violent murder has exacted from her.
She remembers Sully telling her that there was a limit to the amount of murder one could be exposed to before they would burn out. That eventually she would need to get away from it all. Tonight is the first time she has given any credence to that thought.
She thinks about the case, and the boy, and the violent death that he suffered at Taffet's hands. The evidence is overwhelmingly in her favor, however, she is nervous about what Booth calls “the human factor” and whether or not she successfully connected with them. She is also anxious because Taffet's counter arguments were persuasive and Max's trial proved that all one needs is a seed of reasonable doubt for justice to be thwarted.
Booth assures her that everything will be fine after the verdict comes down, so she toasts with him and tries to smile.
The night after the verdict is rendered, she is struggling. With her emotions concerning the verdict. With Taffet's subsequent threat. With the shock that came when she found out that her best friend had gone and eloped without telling her.
She is honestly happy for Angela and Hodgins. Over the last year she has watched them deny themselves a love that would bring true happiness and despite all of Angela's subsequent sexual partners, Brennan knows her friend cares deeply about her new husband. For Jack's part, Brennan has known how sincere his love is since their mutual burial. She remembers how- when they were so close to death- Jack proclaimed his love aloud and even wrote a very touching letter should their efforts have failed.
When she thinks no one is looking, she watches her partner's reaction to their co-worker's news. His eyes find hers and he smiles sadly and she wonders if he wishes that it was them announcing a new relationship to their friends. She remembers the safety she felt in his arms when she told him about her nightmares; the comfort that she felt when he insisted on staying in her guest bedroom that night just in case they came back. It is undeniable that he loves her.
And yet she feels as if the metaphorical ground underneath her is quicksand: constantly shifting and tugging at her. She is not being overly dramatic when she relays her worries about things changing to Booth, though perhaps it would be more accurate to say that things have already changed and she is just now realizing how much and how deeply she is affected.
Booth's suggestion of a vacation- a chance to step back from the emotional turmoil that confounds her and regain some perspective- sounds inviting, and she wonders aloud if she might require more than just a week or two. She can tell immediately that Booth is not comfortable with that notion and finds it sadly humorous that it is he who is concerned about the status of their partnership.
A part of her knows that she does not want to lose their partnership, but she also knows that she is very close to having an emotional breakdown and if she does not leave soon she will lose control completely. She is not ready to reveal the depth of her inner conflict to him tonight, though, so she hails a cab rather than taking him up on his offer for another drink.
He capitulates, but takes her hand and for a brief moment they both cling tightly to that connection. She wishes she had the correct words to express herself, but at this juncture even a single word might burst the last fine thread of control she possesses.
For the second time in her life, she watches his solitary figure through the back of her cab's window, only this time there is no rain and she can see how deeply he is affected. Maintaining eye contact with him for as long as she can, she concludes that difficult choices lay ahead of them.
Entropy will affect them whether they want it to or not; science has taught her this much. And despite whatever choices they make, she knows their relationship will never be the same.
The night before the verdict is rendered, she is exhausted. From the nightmares that haunt her, making sleep elusive. From the emotions this trial has forced her to confront. From the toll that prolonged exposure to violent murder has exacted from her.
She remembers Sully telling her that there was a limit to the amount of murder one could be exposed to before they would burn out. That eventually she would need to get away from it all. Tonight is the first time she has given any credence to that thought.
She thinks about the case, and the boy, and the violent death that he suffered at Taffet's hands. The evidence is overwhelmingly in her favor, however, she is nervous about what Booth calls “the human factor” and whether or not she successfully connected with them. She is also anxious because Taffet's counter arguments were persuasive and Max's trial proved that all one needs is a seed of reasonable doubt for justice to be thwarted.
Booth assures her that everything will be fine after the verdict comes down, so she toasts with him and tries to smile.
The night after the verdict is rendered, she is struggling. With her emotions concerning the verdict. With Taffet's subsequent threat. With the shock that came when she found out that her best friend had gone and eloped without telling her.
She is honestly happy for Angela and Hodgins. Over the last year she has watched them deny themselves a love that would bring true happiness and despite all of Angela's subsequent sexual partners, Brennan knows her friend cares deeply about her new husband. For Jack's part, Brennan has known how sincere his love is since their mutual burial. She remembers how- when they were so close to death- Jack proclaimed his love aloud and even wrote a very touching letter should their efforts have failed.
When she thinks no one is looking, she watches her partner's reaction to their co-worker's news. His eyes find hers and he smiles sadly and she wonders if he wishes that it was them announcing a new relationship to their friends. She remembers the safety she felt in his arms when she told him about her nightmares; the comfort that she felt when he insisted on staying in her guest bedroom that night just in case they came back. It is undeniable that he loves her.
And yet she feels as if the metaphorical ground underneath her is quicksand: constantly shifting and tugging at her. She is not being overly dramatic when she relays her worries about things changing to Booth, though perhaps it would be more accurate to say that things have already changed and she is just now realizing how much and how deeply she is affected.
Booth's suggestion of a vacation- a chance to step back from the emotional turmoil that confounds her and regain some perspective- sounds inviting, and she wonders aloud if she might require more than just a week or two. She can tell immediately that Booth is not comfortable with that notion and finds it sadly humorous that it is he who is concerned about the status of their partnership.
A part of her knows that she does not want to lose their partnership, but she also knows that she is very close to having an emotional breakdown and if she does not leave soon she will lose control completely. She is not ready to reveal the depth of her inner conflict to him tonight, though, so she hails a cab rather than taking him up on his offer for another drink.
He capitulates, but takes her hand and for a brief moment they both cling tightly to that connection. She wishes she had the correct words to express herself, but at this juncture even a single word might burst the last fine thread of control she possesses.
For the second time in her life, she watches his solitary figure through the back of her cab's window, only this time there is no rain and she can see how deeply he is affected. Maintaining eye contact with him for as long as she can, she concludes that difficult choices lay ahead of them.
Entropy will affect them whether they want it to or not; science has taught her this much. And despite whatever choices they make, she knows their relationship will never be the same.
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