Hypothermic - B&B (w/some Ang) - Flangst - M – By Meegs Posted 17/12/2007 01:16:26 AM

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Posted 19/12/2007 09:26:35 PM

OMG this story is AMAZING....i love it....when B/B were in the sleeping bag it was just perfect....seriously....and i love booth not telling her...i cant wait to see her squirm.. just a little...post soon please )

phoebsfan

Posted 19/12/2007 10:03:41 PM

I can't wait for more. Love to see what Booth has in mind.

Posted 20/12/2007 00:13:30 AM

You all are awesome!!! Here we go with the next chapter!
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CHAPTER 4

“You two were naked? With each other?” Angela asked, her mouth agape and her eyes as wide as they could be.

“It was necessary, Ang. He would have died. I needed to reheat his body and the best way to do that-“ she began, logically.

“…Is to transfer body heat, yeah I know. So, he’s alright then?” she asked, concerned.

“Yes. He’s at Georgetown Hospital. He’s going to be fine, but they need to monitor him for the next 6 hours,” Brennan replied, sighing in relief.

“You saved his life, Bren,” Angela stated simply.

“Yeah, well…he’s saved mine more than once…” she replied, her voice trailing off as she glanced down at the floor.

She and Angela sat on the sofa in her office. It was nearly 8:00 and she had arrived at the Jeffersonian about a half hour earlier, not wanting to go back home because she knew she wouldn’t sleep. She had gotten Booth checked into the hospital without complaints from him, much to her surprise. The doctors had said that he would be fine and discharged before the day was over.

“So, what was it like being that…close to him?” Angela asked, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Ang! I had no other choice. He had a window of only minutes and I…he was…shivering and so…cold…he wouldn’t have…” Brennan began and as she spoke, tears came to her eyes.

Angela’s smile vanished when she saw just how shaken up her best friend was.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I’m just glad you’re both okay,” Angela replied as she reached forward and squeezed Brennan on the shoulder.

Brennan looked at Angela, a pair of tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Thanks, Ang,” Brennan finally said.

“You should go home and get some sleep. Tell Cam what happened, I’m sure she won’t mind,” Angela told her friend, hoping that she would take her up on the offer.

“I’m not tired,” Brennan replied.

*Nope, no luck on that one* Angela thought to herself.

“Fine, but at least try to take it easy today. You said they have another agent on the Johansson case, right?” Angela asked.

“Yes. Booth wasn’t very happy about that,” Brennan replied.

“Yeah, well, he’ll have to get over it. He’s lucky to even be alive,” Angela replied as she rose from the sofa. “I’ll get out of your way so you can rest,” she added and began to walk out of the office.

Brennan wiped the tears from her cheeks and made the decision to talk to Angela.

“Ang, wait,” she said, closing her eyes and sighing.

Angela turned back around and she saw something in Brennan’s eyes and she became concerned.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” she asked, her intuition alarm blaring.

Brennan clenched her jaw. “Yes. He…he told me…I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Brennan stuttered, looking up at the ceiling.

“You tell me everything…or at least you should. Spill,” Angela replied.

Brennan looked her in the eyes. “He told me he was in love with me,” she said bluntly.

Angela’s eyes widened yet again. “WHAT?!” she screamed.

“Well, he was in stage 2 hypothermia and it is highly possible that he was delirious. But then again, he argued his reasoning clearly and now he says he doesn’t remember anything after he fell into the lake,” Brennan responded quickly.

“Well, what did YOU do when he said it?” Angela asked, sitting back on the sofa with Brennan.

“I…said…I didn’t understand and he told me that I really did and that I was only pretending and I asked him how he knew and he said because he’s been pretending too. I have no idea what to make of all that,” Brennan replied, looking to her friend with pleading eyes.

Angela smiled softly at her friend.

“Do you love him back?” Angela asked, knowing full well what the answer was and also knowing how Brennan would respond.

“What? I…care about him. But love, Ang, it’s a chemical reaction caused by-“

“Do not give me your neurotransmitter speech about love,” Angela demanded and Brennan was slightly taken aback. “Do you love Russ?” Angela asked abruptly.

Brennan’s face scrunched. “What? Of course I do,” she replied without hesitation.

“Did you love your mother?” Angela asked.

Brennan narrowed her eyes. “Yes, Angela. What are you doing?” Brennan asked, quite confused.

“Do you love me?” Angela asked.

“Yes, Ang, but-“

“Then what’s the difference? Isn’t that a chemical reaction caused by blah blah blah? You love Russ, you love your mother, and you love me. How can you say that you only ‘care’ about Booth? What about the mistletoe kiss?” Angela asked, a smirk on her face.

“That was different. Caroline blackmailed me,” Brennan explained.

“And you didn’t feel ANYthing?” Angela asked.

Brennan’s eyes flashed with uncertainty.

“No. It was like kissing my brother,” Brennan replied, using the same excuse she had used at the time the kiss had happened.

“And you love your brother, right?” Angela inquired, now quite sure that she had Brennan’s rationale all mixed up.

“What? Angela, you’re not making any sense,” Brennan replied.

“Exactly. Love doesn’t make sense. It’s crazy and it’s unbelievable and it’s a freaking rollercoaster. And obviously there IS a difference between the types of love, BUT…only one kind of love can make you do crazy things you could never see yourself doing. Like allowing yourself to be blackmailed into kissing under the mistletoe. You know Booth could have talked to Caroline, but you let it happen. Have you asked yourself why yet?” Angela replied, her smile even bigger.

“Caroline can be very…bossy. And I was doing it for my family,” Brennan replied, attempting to regain her composure and failing.

“I just want you to be happy, Bren. And if Booth is the answer to your happiness, then I think you should go for it. But hey, that’s just me,” Angela replied, rising from the sofa.

“Well, wait. So, what do I do?” Brennan asked, following Angela in standing.

Angela smiled at her best friend’s inability to understand the concept.

“Feel. That’s it. No brain involvement allowed. Let your heart do everything,” Angela replied, smiling as she turned and left the office.

Brennan stood, a furrow in her brow. Why did Angela have to be so…thought provoking?

Angela glanced back at her friend, who remained in the same place Angela had left her and she knew she was deep in thought. *Good* Angela thought as she smiled, grabbing her coat as she headed for Georgetown Hospital.
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That's all for now!

fanofbones

Posted 20/12/2007 00:45:01 AM

Yeaaaaaaaa meegs...you posted...
freakin awesome chica....
Poor Bren...she's so dense sometimes....
I love the way you wrote Ange...she is so cool....
And when may I expect the next chapter?
Just kidding.....post soon please

hugs
fab

TemperTemper

Posted 20/12/2007 05:53:28 AM


Go Ange! She's so right - all the time!

nane

Posted 20/12/2007 04:02:52 PM


Just read your whole story. It is great, first it got me freezing but with the help of a sleeping bag and some imagination I felt warm pretty soon. You are doing a great job here!

Sheytune

Posted 20/12/2007 05:25:35 PM

I just read the whole story, and I'm really interested in seeing where you take it!

bones206

Posted 20/12/2007 06:04:24 PM


I love it!!!!!!

Posted 20/12/2007 11:58:49 PM


Hehe, thanks all! I know, I'm cold right now and I don't even HAVE a sleeping bag! Anywho, I'm glad you are enjoying, so here you are with the next chappie! ENJOY!
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CHAPTER 5

“How ya feelin’?” Angela said as she appeared in the doorway to Booth’s room.

Booth was a little surprised to see HER.

“Hey, Angela. I’m good. What are you doing here?” he asked, shifting in his bed.

“I wanted to see how you were. Brennan told me what happened,” Angela replied, taking a seat in the chair close to the bed.

“Oh, she did? Really?” Booth replied, nervously.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s gotta be pretty traumatic plunging into cold water like that and getting knocked out. How does your head feel, by the way?” Angela replied.

“It’s better. Is that all Bones said? I mean, that I fell and hit my head and she had to pull me out?” Booth inquired, an awkward look on his face.

Angela half-smiled. “Booth, this is me you’re talking to. Do you think that I can’t tell you’re nervous as hell right now?” Angela asked, her smile turning into a smirk.

Booth narrowed his eyes and he glanced at his hands and then back at Angela.

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous?” Booth asked, laughing slightly in a half-as* attempt to get Angela off his back. He should have known it wouldn’t work.

“Really, Booth? Are we going to play THAT game?” Angela asked, the smile still shining.

Booth’s face quickly changed. “Alright, fine. You’re Miss Intuition, I get it. You and Caroline should really start some sort of helpline,” he replied, narrowing his eyes once again.

Angela couldn’t help but chuckle before continuing. “You remember, don’t you?” Angela asked, cutting to the chase.

“Remember what?” Booth asked, genuinely confused.

“Everything. You told her you didn’t remember, but you do,” Angela replied.

Booth’s face scrunched. “How are you this good?” he asked her.

“You’re this good at reading criminals and I’m this good at reading two people in denial,” Angela replied, shooting him an Angela look.

“I’m not in denial, I told her-“ he caught himself and pursed his lips, shaking his head.

Angela was beaming. “I’m sorry, what?” she asked, playfully.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Oh, come on. You know she told me,” Angela replied.

“Well, maybe I kissed her because I was trying to warm my lips, you ever think of that?” he asked, defensively.

“Wait, you kissed her?” Angela asked, intrigued at this new piece of information.

“I thought you said she told you,” Booth shot back.

“She told me you said you were in love with her. There was no mention of any tonsil hockey,” Angela replied.

“First of all, there wasn’t any tonsil hockey. Second of all, she kissed me first,” Booth replied, pointing his finger in the air and then at Angela.

“She did? Oh, I’m gonna kill her for not telling me everything,” Angela replied.

“Granted, my lips were numb and she was only trying to warm them up,” Booth added, glancing sheepishly at Angela. “And then I kissed her again,” he added after seeing the look on Angela’s face.

“Really?” Angela replied, smiling mischievously again. “So, the real question here is: were you delirious or not?” Angela said, her eyebrows raised as she looked at him.

Booth looked into Angela’s eyes and he knew he couldn’t get around this.

“If you’re so ‘good,’ Angela, I think you know the answer to that,” Booth replied, making air quotes on “good.”

Angela smiled sweetly this time. “How long?” she asked.

“I don’t even know. I just know that…I want to protect her, you know? I have never met anyone like her,” Booth said, laughing slightly as his eyes widened.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of us have,” Angela threw in, smirking.

Booth smiled back. “I don’t want her to hurt…I just want her to be happy…but…I want her to be happy…with me, you know?” Booth said, looking to Angela for help. “I mean, I saw that she was scared when I told her, but I thought I’d just have fun with it. You know, drop subtle hints here and there so that she’d figure out that I actually did remember. And then I started thinking, ‘this is Bones. She isn’t going to figure it out,’” Booth finished.

“She needs someone to knock her upside the head,” Angela added, smirking once again.

“You’re her best friend, why don’t you talk to her?” Booth asked.

Angela rolled her eyes dramatically. “You think I haven’t done that? I’ve been trying to get her to jump you since you two started working together,” Angela replied. “Do you know how exhausting it’s been?”

Booth snickered. “I have an idea…” he replied.

“Look, it’s like I said. She needs a smack on the head…so give her one. Sure, you can drop subtle hints at first just for your own personal benefit,” Angela said, smirking, “but you need to do something completely and totally out of the blue. Then she’ll get the idea…hopefully,” Angela instructed Booth, thinking about how she told Brennan to just “feel.”

“Won’t that just scare her again?” Booth asked, quite concerned.

“Not if you do it right. She’s picking you up, right?” Angela inquired.

Booth nodded.

“You can have your fun and games when she gets here. And trust me, I’d LOVE to see that. But then…do something that’s gonna be significant only to the two of you,” Angela instructed. “Oh, and Booth…I think you’re pretty good at doing things right,” she added.

“You do?” Booth asked.

“Yeah. You’re probably the most thoughtful guy I’ve ever met…well, besides my Hodgie,” Angela told Booth, still smiling.

Booth’s brow wrinkled and his smile faded into a look of worry.

“What if it changes everything? I mean, us being…together? As a couple? Everything could get ruined,” Booth asked, clearly troubled at the thought.

Angela simply smiled softly. “You two have been together for a while now. You just haven’t had sex yet,” Angela replied, standing from the chair.

Booth narrowed his eyes again and stared at her. “You really don’t know how to be discreet, do you?” he asked, rhetorically.

“No, I can be when I want to. I just don’t want to,” Angela replied, smiling smugly. “Remember…knock her upside the head,” she added, smiling as she made her way to the door.

Booth paused for a moment, taking everything in. He stared straight ahead of him and pondered what Angela had said and when he looked up to thank her, she was gone.
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And there ya go! Hope you like!

fanofbones

Posted 21/12/2007 00:18:45 AM

meegs...I only have one complaint about your chapters.....
they are way tooooooooooooo short.....lol
loved it girl....loved Ange's talk with Booth
she so sees right through him....
and his "innocense" is so damn sexy...
more please....maybe you could quit school/work and just do this fulltime?
WHAT?????? I said it lovingly!!!!!!!!
more soon please

hugs
fab

Meegs82

Posted 21/12/2007 00:51:15 AM


You crack me up, fan! Hey, I'd love to do it full time...work for the show, you say? Sounds spectacular! Of course, if I did work for the show, I'd have to be striking right now. So...bah! Nevermind!

ashangel45-boothsbaby07

Posted 21/12/2007 01:18:39 AM


OMG!!! this is so amazing meegs.....wonderful...i love it when bones gets to rescue booth...sleeping bag, what a wonderful idea..lol....you heard angela, slap her already!! haha...cant wait for more!

CheeseBK

Posted 21/12/2007 03:08:15 AM


oh, this was great, just absoluteley great

Posted 21/12/2007 10:54:05 PM

Y'all rock! Here is your next little treat!
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CHAPTER 6

“Thanks for picking me up, Bones,” Booth said as he slid into the passenger seat of his SUV.

“Of course,” Brennan replied. “Oh, I wanted to let you know that they caught Johansson,” she added.

“Dammit! I should have been the one to get the bastard,” Booth exclaimed, clearly distraught.

“I thought you’d be relieved. He’s behind bars and he’s probably going away for life,” Brennan replied as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

“Yeah, I am. Just wanted to get him myself, that’s all. Instead, I nearly froze to death and I have 10 stitches in my head,” Booth replied, sub-consciously touching the back of his head.

Brennan glanced over at him as if to check and make sure he still really didn’t remember anything.

“So, are you hungry? Did you eat anything?” Brennan asked, glancing back at the road.

“Starving. Hospital food is not my idea of a meal. They didn’t have pudding! What hospital doesn’t give you pudding?” Booth replied, nearly whining.

Brennan chuckled.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat all day,” Booth said.

“What makes you think that?” Brennan inquired.

“You never eat when you’re worried,” Booth replied.

“What makes you think I was worried?” Brennan replied, a little defensively.

“Oh, I don’t know…my near-death experience perhaps,” Booth replied, making severe facial expressions as he spoke.

“I wasn’t…worried. I knew you’d be fine,” Brennan responded, a catch in her voice as she glanced sideways at him.

“Then why’d you take me to the hospital?” Booth asked.

“Just in case there were…other complications from…just because!” Brennan sputtered.

“You were worried about me,” Booth stated, smirking and pointing his finger at her.

“I…was not! I monitored you through the night and when you got to the hospital, I knew your vitals were stable and that you would be perfectly fine,” Brennan replied, grasping onto the wheel tightly.

“Then why didn’t you eat today?” Booth prodded.

“I never said I didn’t eat! YOU said that!” Brennan exclaimed.

Booth paused for a moment as the next words formed in his brain. He smiled before he spoke.

“Maybe you were just PRETENDING that you weren’t worried,” Booth suggested, emphasizing the key word of the sentence.

Brennan’s eyes widened and her grip tightened around the wheel. Her brow furrowed and her jaw clenched, but she kept herself from looking at him.

“I-I wasn’t…pretending anything,” she replied, a little shakily. *Does he remember?* she thought.

“Okay, Bones. Whatever you say,” Booth conceded, smiling at her and acting as though nothing had happened.

Perhaps it was just a slip of the tongue. *Bad metaphor, Temperance* she thought, closing her eyes for a moment as the memories of the previous night flooded her head.

“Do you want to get some food or do you want to go home?” Brennan asked, bringing the conversation back to the point at hand.

“Why don’t we go home…and then get food,” Booth replied, smiling playfully at her.

Brennan’s brow furrowed. “How would we do that? And…what ‘home’?” Brennan asked, confused.

“Well, either your home or my home and we order delivery. I could go for some Mee Krob and Kung Pao Chicken right about now,” Booth replied, glancing at her for a reaction.

Brennan’s jaw clenched again. She didn’t know if she could be alone with him right now. It was all still too awkward. *Feel. Angela told you to feel.* she thought.

Brennan sighed. “Okay, fine. We should go to your apartment though, so I can just leave when we’re done with dinner,” Brennan replied, giving in at least partially to her “feelings.”

“Great, so when do I get my car back?” Booth asked, mocking annoyance.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning and take you to the Jeffersonian and you can have it then,” Brennan replied.

“Yeah, okay,” Booth replied as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “So, what do you want from Wong Foo’s? The regular?” he asked, flashing a half charm smile.

She looked back over at him and smiled. “Sure. Sounds good,” she replied, convinced that he truly didn’t remember anything and that the “pretending” comment had been a coincidence.
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I hope my fans are happy!

phoebsfan

Posted 21/12/2007 11:05:40 PM


you do understand that we will never be completely satisfied until we read the whole thing right? That said however, THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE!! LOVED IT!