A while ago, I started writing what’s called ‘fanfiction.’ I’ve written
for several shows, the most being for a show called ‘Bones’ with David Boreanaz
and Emily Deschanel (on FOX). I hope that this gives you a reason to smile. If
you can, I’d love for you to take a minute and comment. I’d love to know what
you think. Thanks! :D
Cravings
Temperance Brennan was no friend
of mood swings, appetite changes, and frequent (and increasing) trips to the
bathroom. While she was fascinated by the process of carrying and delivering a
child, as well as the marks on the bones that would never fade, pregnancy was
making her weary.
For the first, she noticed that
she (however much she loathed to admit it) would get emotional at a crime scene
-- a crime scene. Where Booth told
her, "Never look happy at a crime scene," she could also tag on,
"Never cry at a crime scene." Booth plus a camera while her eyes were
overflowing with moisture? Not good.
The second portion of pregnancy
woes that plagued her was the food. Brennan couldn't fathom what possessed her
to take a bite of that piece of Booth's pie at the diner. Without waiting for a
definitive yes or no answer, Brennan picked up her fork and started shoveling
pie into her mouth. The fact that the fruit was cooked made no difference to
her -- she just wanted food. Lately, her cravings had gone so far as to
stealing not only Booth's fries, but part of his double bacon cheeseburger, as
well. Brennan shuddered at the memory of eating that huge piece of meat, then
groaned as the memory caused more cravings.
Thankfully, Brennan had the
foresight to surround herself with bathrooms. In both hers and Booth's
apartments, the bathroom was quite close to the main bedroom, and subsequently
the bed. This made for an easy time of getting up in the middle of the night,
without having to wander halls as she did at the Jeffersonian.
What irked her now, however, was
that she couldn't put a name to her craving of food. Brennan, having just
returned from the ladies' restroom in the lab, was sitting at her office desk,
hoping to put an end to the never-ending thought of food.
That statement was contradictory -- by definition, something that is never-ending cannot be ended. Hence the specific phrase,
"never-ending".
Brennan smiled at her own
ridiculous train of thought, wondering if this was what it felt like to have no
purpose. Although, she reasoned, she did
have purpose. She was trying to ferret out what exactly her body was currently
craving sustenance from. There were no current cases, and unless Booth were to
show up at her door with his signature charm smile and a, "It's lunch
time, Bones," she was stuck in her office, her feet unable to take too
much standing pressure. Having already worked in Bone Storage, Brennan was now
competing paperwork on the remains she had identified earlier.
"It's lunch time,
Bones!"
Jolted from Brennan's inner
thoughts, she had to smile at what Booth said. If she believed in such things,
she'd say he had read her mind. But, of course, that would be if she believed such things, which she
most definitely did not. Complete and utter nonsensical ramblings.
Looking up from her desk, she
frowned at Booth. "I am having difficulty --"
"What? Difficulty with what?
Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Do you need to sit down?" Booth cut her
off before she could finish her train of thought.
Laughing slightly, Brennan
quickly assured Booth, "Booth, I am already sitting down. Yes, the baby
and I are both fine. and I would tell you what I am having difficulty with if
you wouldn't jump to conclusions before I finish my thought."
At this, Booth had the grace to
blush and give a sheepish grin, the one that told her he was sorry, and he
couldn't help but jump to conclusions. He had what he called a "Daddy
Brain," which was absolutely ridiculous. Although, Brennan thought to herself, Booth is very good with Parker...perhaps the same will be true with our
child. Brennan cleared her throat before
continuing to say, "As I said earlier, I am having difficulties with the
food craving element of pregnancy. I was doing a bit of online research, and I
found articles suggesting that women who are pregnant would enjoy most
combinations of oddly paired foods, such as coconut and peanut butter, pickles
and ice cream, watermelon and steak, and such. I could not believe that any
woman, pregnant or not, would choose to enjoy pickles and ice cream mixed
together in the same bowl. Not only is that unhealthy, but it just ... seems a
bit strange, don't you think?" At this, she turned her body to face Booth,
relieving her neck of the strain of keeping it turned in one direction for too
long a time.
Booth snickered, and reminded
Brennan that the website didn't mean to suggest that every pregnant woman would enjoy those things, but that it was
showing that odd combinations of food is considered normal to consume when
pregnant. Satisfied that she would not be expected to eat any of those things,
Brennan continued her earlier statements.
"I cannot seem to place my
phalange on what it is that I am craving, Booth. I know I want something cold,
but I cannot imagine what it might be," Brennan finished with a heavy
sigh.
"Well then, Bones, let's
blow this popsicle stand and go get some lunch!" Booth smiled and patted
his stomach, his rumbling stomach audible to even Brennan's ears.
Amused by his antics, Brennan proceeded
to put her computer on standby, grab her purse, and followed Booth out into the
parking garage and to his SUV.
While driving, Brennan stayed
quiet, still trying to riddle out exactly what she was craving. As she told
Booth, she wanted something cold, but had only one other clue: fruity. Cold and
fruity.
"Booth, stop," Brennan
said suddenly.
She had seen it, exactly what she
craved: the multicolored words, the cool stone exterior of the building, and
the brightly colored signs in the window.
"What? Are you okay?"
Booth questioned, slowing but not stopping.
"Booth, turn around!"
Sighing with confusion, Booth
complied with her re quest. He
pulled a safe U-turn, conscious of the precious cargo he was driving around --
both of them -- and started along back towards the Jeffersonian. At Brennan's
direction, he signaled and turned left, into a parking lot. Chuckling in both
mild irritation and wondrous confusion, Booth pulled into a space, and killed
the engine. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes, Booth. While I have
never been here before, I am fairly certain that this will satisfy the need I
have for cold and fruity. Besides, Parker and Angela have mentioned this place,
and assures me that it's well worth visiting," came the reply.
"Okay, Bones. If this is
what you want."
Ten minutes, fruit, a blender,
and a straw later, both partners were back in Booth's SUV, arguing the benefits
of fresh orange juice compared to pre-prepared juice. All the while, Brennan
held on to her extra-large cup from Jamba Juice, the smoothie store those
nearest her had spoken of. Grateful that she had seen the building, Brennan
happily sucked her smoothie through the straw. Finally, her craving had passed.
At least there was one good thing
about pregnancy cravings: it's forcing Booth to eat healthier, whether he was
aware of it or not. Brennan certainly was, and smiled as she looked over to
him, holding a cup the same size as hers.
Now she was thinking about
intercourse again.
A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who takes time to read anything I've
posted. You have no idea what it means to me to see that so many people have
even accessed the page that holds my work. However, it takes courage to post
these things, and it would mean the world to me if you would leave a comment,
even if it's just a smiley face. :) Now that I've basically asked for reviews,
I guess I can let you all go back to your own realities. Thank you for visiting
my version of Bones reality. :) Come again soon.
