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