#bones fanfiction

[rubyarrows]

Love and Acceptance

Waking up in Seeley Booth's bed felt like a dream I was almost afraid to believe. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The best night's sleep I'd had in a while had refreshed me in ways I hadn't realized I needed.

I stretched lazily beneath the covers, savoring the comfort of his bed. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, memories of the previous night flooded my mind—laughter, shared stories, stolen glances that spoke volumes and the way he held me through the night make my heart flutter at just the thought.

With a contented sigh, I slid out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor. Booth's shirt, left on a nearby chair, beckoned to me. I slipped it on, the fabric carrying his scent—a heady mix of aftershave and warmth that wrapped around me like an embrace. Stepping into the morning light, I felt a flush of nervous excitement. We had crossed a threshold last night, and the reality of it was both exhilarating and humbling.

As I padded out of the bedroom, I found Booth in the kitchen, moving about with an ease that suggested he was right at home here. He glanced up from the stove, a warm smile gracing his lips.

"You look like you slept well," he said, his voice warm and teasing.

I grinned, my cheeks tinted with a playful blush. "I did, surprisingly. Your bed is like a cloud."

Booth chuckled, turning off the stove and approaching me. "Well, I'm glad you feel at home here."

Leaning against the counter, I watched him with a mixture of fascination and affection. He was effortlessly handsome, his dark hair tousled from sleep, a hint of stubble adding to his rugged charm.

"I hope you don't mind that I raided your wardrobe," I said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Seeley's gaze raked over me, his eyes twinkling with approval. "I don't mind at all. You wear it well."

A pleasant shiver ran down my spine at the intensity of his gaze. This wasn't just about clothes—it was about the connection we shared, the unspoken understanding that had grown between us.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Last night was... amazing, YN."

His words were sincere, carrying a weight of emotion that mirrored my own feelings. I reached up to cup his cheek, my thumb brushing against the roughness of his jawline.

"It was," I agreed softly. "I can't remember the last time I felt so... alive."

Booth's fingers grazed my cheek, his touch gentle and affectionate. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, YNN."

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a future that was both uncertain and promising—a path that we were willing to explore together. The depth of our connection, the way our lives had intertwined, felt like destiny's way of guiding us toward each other.

Seeley's lips met mine in a tender kiss, and in that moment, I felt the promise of something beautiful—a love story that was uniquely ours, a journey of two souls finding solace and strength in each other's arms. As we pulled away, the scent of coffee and breakfast mingled with the intimacy of the morning.

As Booth and I walked into the Jeffersonian later on in the morning, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was my workplace, where I spent countless hours with Brennan and the rest of the team. I knew that once I crossed that threshold with Booth by my side, things would change, and I wasn't sure how everyone would react.

Brennan was already at her workstation, engrossed in examining skeletal remains. Her keen observation skills were second to none, and it wasn't long before she looked up, her expression one of curiosity and surprise.

"Good morning, Dr. Brennan," I greeted, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of emotions within me.

Temperance raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between Booth and me. "Good morning, YN. Is there a reason Agent Booth is accompanying you to work?"

Booth stepped forward, a reassuring smile on his lips. "Morning, Bones. YN and I... well, we've been spending some time together."

Brennan's expression remained skeptical, her analytical mind at work. "I see. And what does this new development entail?"

Seeley took a deep breath, his voice steady. "Bones, YN and I have gotten closer. We've started seeing each other… romantically."

Dr. Brennan's eyes widened in surprise, and then her features softened with understanding. "Oh. I see. So, you two are in a romantic relationship."

I nodded, my nerves dissipating as Booth held my hand. "Yes, that's right."

Her gaze shifted between us once more, her analytical mind assessing the situation. "I must admit, this is unexpected. But if you both have found a meaningful connection, I'm pleased for you."

Booth's smile grew wider, his relief evident. "Thanks, Bones. Your support means a lot."

Brennan's lips curved into a small smile. "As a scientist, I rely on evidence and observation. And from what I can see, you both seem genuinely happy together."

I felt a rush of gratitude for Temperance's acceptance. She was known for her rationality and logic, and her willingness to embrace this new development without hesitation meant more to me than I could express.

He squeezed my hand, his gaze never leaving mine. "We’re just taking it one step at a time, Bones. I wanted you to know that YN is important to me."

Brennan nodded, her eyes warm. "YN, as long as your work here remains professional and unbiased, I have no objections. I'm happy for both of you."

I smiled, a genuine sense of relief washing over me. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I appreciate your understanding."

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[bitchyglitterfox]

Seeley Booth Be Damned - Sweets x F!Reader

Warnings: over-protective brother Booth, fluff

A/n: rewatching Bones and I noticed the severe lack of Bones fanfiction so I'm making my own besties!!

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You had just entered the Smithsonian Forensics lab ready to head on your lunch date with Angela and Brennan. 

You swipe your access card and head up the platform where you see your brother talking with Angela. 

"Hey big brother, what are you doing here, and please don't tell me you brought a case, because I finally have a day off where I can see my friends," 

He holds his hands up, "no no i was just leaving, bones forgot her purse and I was just bringing by"

"Good, wait who is that talking about Angie?" You ask, looking to the side of Seeley. 

He turns, and looks to where you currently had your eyes set. 

"No, no, you are not gawking at the kid," he says, turning around quickly and holding you by the shoulders. You were his little sister and he loved you. There was no way in hell he was gonna let sweets get his sights set on you.

"Wha-wait he's cute! And definitely not a kid," you say as Booth pulls you from the platform and drags you towards Brennan's office. 

As you pass by Angela and Sweets, he stops mid sentence to watch Booth pull you by the arm.

Angela knew that look, that was the same look Booth would give Brennan for years before they got together. It's the same look Jack gave her.

"Oh no, sweetie, you know Booth will kick your ass if he sees you looking at y/n like that right?" 

"What? I-I wasn't looking at her," he tries to recover. 

"Sweetie, you are looking at her like a love sick puppy," she says, "she is single though, you should ask her out," she walks towards Temperance's office. 

A few moments later the three of you are leaving Temperance's office when you tell the two women to go ahead of you while you spot the young therapist standing awkwardly waiting for Booth. 

"Hi, I'm Y/n Booth. Your Lance right? I see you around with Booth and Temperance a lot. Look this is probably really forward but um, do you wanna have dinner with me? Say this Friday to the founding fathers?" You ask biting your lip slightly after to hold in a smile. 

"Uh ye-yeah that would be great," he says cursing himself for stuttering. 

"Cool, I'll see you there at eight. Bye Lance," you say walking away while giving him a small wave. 

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[byersbootyshorts]

Comforting Zack when he’s upset

From the minute Zack get’s home from the museum you can tell something’s wrong. Usually he gets home and can’t wait to ramble on about what bones he’s been analysing. But today he just walks straight to your bedroom, without a word.

You stare at the closed bedroom door, deliberating whether or not you should go in. Finally, you decide to go and ask him what’s wrong.

Knocking on the door, you say softly, “Zack? Can I come in?”

You hear the bed creak as he shifts on it, but he says nothing.

“Zack, please,” you persist. “Is something wrong?”

Once again you’re met with silence. You sigh, unsure if you should continue to pry. But then the door opens slowly. Zack smiles weakly at you before turning back to the bed and sitting its edge. You follow him, placing your hand on his thigh.

Zack leans his head on your shoulder. His eyes seem empty, like he’s numb behind them. Still, he doesn’t say anything.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you ask, moving your hand to stroke his hair.

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

“Now, you and I both know that’s a lie,” you say. “Please, Zack.” You kiss the top of his head lightly.

He breathes deeply before whispering, “I had to work on a child’s skeleton today. A little boy.”

Your eyebrows drop into a sympathetic expression.

“It’s weird. I didn’t think it would affect me. But seeing the bones all laid out, half the size of the bones I’m used to working on, I don’t know. It just got to me.”

You feel his body tense up and pull him into your arms. He‘s rigid for a few moments before he relaxes and hugs you back.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you reply, unsure what you should say to make him feel better.

“I don’t know if I can even look at it again. But I don’t want to let Dr Brennan down,” he says, his head burrowed in your neck.

This time you know exactly what to say. “I don’t think you’d be letting Dr Brennan down. But what about the little kid?” you begin. Zack lifts his head from your shoulder and gives you a puzzled look.

“Wouldn’t you be letting the kid and his family down if you didn’t find out who killed him. If you didn’t get justice for him,” you explain.

Zack’s eyes soften as he looks at you.

“You’re right,” he says.

“I always am,” you laugh. “I know it’s hard, but you have no idea how important your job really is, Zack.”

“I’m just a stupid little squint,” he mumbles.

“No, you’re a genius little squint,” you smile, pulling him in and kissing him softly, your heart warming as you feel his lips morph into a smile.

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[yellow-cr0w]

Disaster

Fandom: Bones (2005)

Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Severe injury and blood loss, description of an attack with a deadly weapon. I’m very new at writing so be warned that there might be other things that I didn’t think to include.

Description: I really really want to write a long term slow burn fanfic for Sweets, this is the first scene that I had fully formed in my head (even though it occurs MUCH later in the plot, so I supposed I’m spoiling the fanfic for everyone rn but you’ll probably forget this happened by the time I get around to writing it). At this point Sweets and the OC, Julia have been friends for years and moved in together after he dumped Daisy and stayed with Booth and Brennan for a while. I forget which serial killer was in this era but I’m going to be rewatching the entire show while I write so this scene will also be heavily edited later once I get to that part of the plot. 

Let me know if you have any suggestions since I haven’t written anything in a LONG time and this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve actually put on the internet!

I hope you enjoy! :)

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Distracted by my thoughts, I stepped into the shower, the heat helping ease the tension from today. Sitting down to let the near-boiling water beat down onto the top of my head, I replayed earlier events.

A faint noise ripped me from my thoughts.

“Sweets? Is that you?” I stood, it should be way too early for him to be back home - unless I had been in the shower longer than I thought. He shouldn’t be home for another two hours at least, but maybe I had lost track of time. I winced, the water bill was gonna be high this month if that was the case.

Hands trembling, I reached to turn off the water.

Click

The lights were out. I held my breath, frozen in place under the heated water.

Suddenly, the shower curtain was ripped open. The beginning of a scream left me before my mouth was covered. The weak light from the little toy nightlight outlined the horror in front of me. I blindly scratched at the silhouette - managing to land a few feeble hits until a sucker punch landed on my right side. The rough hand released my mouth and I was shoved hard into the tile wall.

The last thing I remembered was the ground disappearing from underneath my feet, and the quiet click of the light turning on.

I woke up shivering.

The freezing cold water contrasted the dull, crippling, warmth on my right side. I blinked at the filtered light coming from the closed shower curtain.

How long had I been here? My vision spun as I tried to push myself up on shaking hands to turn off the water. A spot just above my ear pounded. My stomach lurched and I resigned myself to leaning back and shivering.

I opened my eyes to the sound of the front door. 

Maybe whoever did this to me came back to finish me off. Maybe it was-

“Sweets,” my voice croaked out. He wasn’t going to hear me. Hell, I could barely hear myself. I tried again, sounding even weaker than the first time.

I closed my eyes again, praying to whatever, whoever, inhabited the sky that he would decide to use our apartment’s one and only bathroom soon. Maybe he would be too tired to brush his teeth before bed. Maybe he wouldn’t risk coming in with the shower running. Maybe he didn’t hear the water at all.

“Jules? You didn’t slip and fall down the drain did you?”

A small cry left my throat in my attempt to call for help.

Please, I silently begged.

“Are you okay in there?” A gentle knock along with a pause, “Julia?”

Come in.

The creak of the door and gentle footsteps pushed me to try again.

”Help… please.”

The shower curtain was hesitantly pushed open and I came face to face with a wide-eyed Sweets. He muttered expletives under his breath, rushing to turn off the freezing water and start grabbing several towels from the bathroom closet. He stumbled over himself trying to get a towel to lay flat on the bathroom floor before moving to cover my exposed body.

“-crap crap crap, how long have you been here? Do you know how much blood you’ve lost?” He leaned over the side of the tub. His eyes frantically searched my face.

“I’m not bleedi-“ I slurred out, my words fading into a cry as his hands pressed the rough fabric into my side. High pitched ringing blinded me and a furious coil rose into my throat.

“-s okay. You’re okay, stay with me.” A small tapping on my cheek prompted me to blearily open my eyes. “How long have you been here?”

“Don’t know.” A heavy lead filled my muscles, keeping me from shivering any longer. “-m so cold. I just woke up.”

“I’m gonna put you on the floor until the paramedics arrive, okay? You’re gonna be fine-“ Sweets repeated more soft encouragements as he carefully moved his arms under my bare upper back and just under my thighs. I sighed in relief as the hard curves of the tub no longer pressed into my bones. He lifted me like I was made of paper thin porcelain that would shatter at the slightest bump.

“You smell nice.” My head rag dolled against his arm, and I caught the hint of the earthy cologne he aways wore. “Why’re all the colors weird.”

My mouth felt funny.

Everything feels funny. Half of a laugh slipped out.

Sweets muttered more curses as he kneed next to me. “-k you’re in shock.” One of his hand pressed hard on my side as he desperately fumbled to release his phone from his pocket. “It’s going to be okay- I’m calling 911 they’re going to help you.” He blinked rapidly, phone shaking and jerking with each beep of the keypad. “-you’re going to be okay. You’re going to be oka- COME ON answer the phone.” The pressure on my side increased.

“Lance,” I faintly tugged on his dress pants. I heard the faint noise of the 911 operator picking up and getting cut off in their standard introduction by Sweets speaking faster than I could register. I repeated myself, losing my grip on the fabric. Beautiful, wild eyes ripped away from the blood soaked towel to look at me.

“I’m in love with you.”

A sob broke out of his mouth as he switched the phone to speaker and threw it down onto the tile. He used both hands to stop the bleeding, now blubbering our address to the operator.

His left hand broke away and moved to cup my face. I leaned into his touch, the dark edges of my vision creeping to the center.

It feels so nice.

“Don’t cry.” I mumbled, vision swirling as I tried to fight it and focus on what he was saying.

“Jules. Julia, no- stay with- NO.”

Too bright, I tried to say.

Hurts.

I’m so tired.

I’m sorry Lance.

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[letarasstuff]

Do You know what this is, Mr Bray?

(A/N): This has sat in my drafts for over 2 months and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally finish this request. I hope it lives up to expection

Summary: Wendell and the reader are dating. How will telling the team go down?

Aka Booth goes into Dad Mode

Warnings: Mention of small explosion, the reader has small burns on the arm from that, talking about a weapon (gun to be specific) and my obvious lack of knowledge regarding those, if there is more, please tell me

Wordcount: 1.9k

✨Masterlist✨

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After putting the car into park, Wendell tries to take the keys from the ignition. But the little shaking of his hands proves to make this whole endeavor even more difficult. A gentle hand cups his, holding it steady and helping him with the task.

“Darling, if you are not ready, we don’t have to.” (Y/N) looks at him with soft eyes, sensing the distress Wendell is practically radiating like a heater. Still he shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. Really, it’s just that I feel like I’m meeting my girlfriends’ family for the first time. Which in some way, I do.” He laughs nervously and scratches his neck before losing his buckle.

A laugh erupts from the passenger’s seat. “You don’t. You know everyone, you work here, silly!” (Y/N) boops her boyfriend's nose before exiting the vehicle. Another smile spreads on her face upon seeing what feels like her second home since she is spending so much time there: The Jeffersonian Institute.

Both Wendell and (Y/N) work as “Squintern” there and happened to meet on a case a few months back. Quickly after realizing that this is the woman of his dreams, the blond asked her out and well, the rest is history.

In the beginning of their relationship the two decided to keep it on the low, wanting to figure out the way this is heading for themselves without the prying eyes of the other squinterns, snide comments by Dr. Brennan or the nagging from Angela as well as the awkward behavior Cam always puts on after obtaining information like this one. Also, Wendell is scared of Booth’s reaction, claiming his watchful eyes over them would burn the hairs in his back.

“Yeah I know, my little dove. But, they are practically our family and soon they will know the youngest of it are dating. Not that we are something like siblings- god no, this wasn’t what I wanted to imply. I just meant- I don’t know how to talk my way out of this,” he sheepishly looks at (Y/N), his face red as a tomato. In return, she kisses his cheek, rubbing a hand over his bicep in an affectionate manner.

“Don’t worry, Darling. They all will be happy for us, I mean either that or they don’t care at all. Both reactions are not bad for us.” But his troubled face still doesn’t vanish. “Honestly, I’m just scared of Booth.”

Again, this theme. Sensing your annoyance, Wendell quickly explains himself. “A few days ago, when I touched your shoulder while complimenting your work of reconstructing the skull, Booth watched us and had this ‘don’t touch my daughter again’ look on his face. And I have seen this in fathers of previous girls I was in relationships with, but none of them needed to pass a gun qualification regularly or are trained in a military level in what seems every single life aspect. I swear, he can snap me in two by just looking at me.”

(Y/N)’s lips leave an exasperated sigh. They discussed this topic over and over again. Wendell is more than sure that both Brennan and Booth adopted her as their unofficial child since they know her since she was a junior in high school and watched her grow up and supported her career as a forensic anthropologist from the beginning.

(Y/N) on the other hand feels like this is not true at all due to all the comments they make she feels like they are just people sharing a long friendship. Said comments are teasing, but Wendell and her are still working on the whole social cues thing together.

“Darling, you are imagining things. Just yesterday Seeley called me the single reason for getting gray hair after Jack and I blew up a little bit during an experiment.” He animatedly gestures his hands in her direction. “Exactly! This is something only a father figure say- wait. Hodgins and you blew up during an experiment! Why didn’t you tell me about that?!” His face immediately takes a look of new worry, a deeper one than the previous one. That was only about people’s opinion, but this look is about his girlfriend’s safety.

“I told you to be more careful when you conduct these with him! You know what- I’m gonna kill him for being this reckless all the time” this and many more things does Wendell grumble while the two of them make their way through security without any hitches.

Now it’s her turn to look sheepishly at him. “Look, I didn’t tell you not because I didn’t want to, I just forgot about it. And we are both fine! We only lost a few arm hairs and have some slight burns. We were already scolded by Cam, so you don’t need to lecture me too.”

But this doesn’t help Wendell’s mood either. “I will lecture you as long and as often as I see fit. It seems like the amount I already did wasn’t enough, because here you are, telling me about something like that as if you were talking about what you had for lunch. I need to be informed if you get injured. I need to make sure you are fine mentally, emotionally and physically. That’s part of the job description as your boyfriend. Show me the burns, please.”

While Wendell lectures (Y/N) and inspects her injuries they continue to walk towards the platform, not paying attention to who is close by. Until a voice cuts his rant off with a loud “BOYFRIEND?! OH MY GOD!” Coming from nobody less than Angela Montenegro herself.

The scream is loud enough that everyone comes out of their offices, throwing away any project they were working on. While (Y/N)’s face turns hot by all of the sudden attention, Wendell’s gets white as a ghost seeing Booth step out of Brennan’s office.

Unfazed by the couple’s expressions, Angela has still her gaze fixated on them. Wendell’s hand still clasps around (Y/N)’s wrist in order to deem the burns non life-threatening. “I knew it! I knew that you two are together! Jack, pay up!” A groan comes from the entomologist. “You just made me fifty bucks poorer, kids. I hope you are happy now.” He says with a sigh, getting his wallet out of his back pocket and hands a bill to the brunette. Her smile is unmatched.

“Is that true, Mr Bray? Are you having a relationship with Miss (Y/L/N)?” Brennan asks the now red faced man. Booth positions himself next to hir, his arms crossed in front of him with his face turning into an intimidating look.

His eyes are switching between his boss, her husband and his girlfriend. The last one gives him an encouraging smile. After taking a deep breath he gives her a nod paired with a smile of his own. He lets go of her wrist, instead threading his fingers through hers. “Yes,” he says, turning towards Temperance, “Miss (Y/L/N) and I are engaging in a relationship.”

She looks at him with a satisfied smile on her face. “Well then, I wish you two good luck. Also, (Y/N),” Brennan addresses her, ”I want you to remember what we have talked about.” Now it’s the young woman’s turn to look embarrassed. Still, she gives out a meekly “Yes, I do.”

Hoping that this whole ordeal is over now, the male turns back to the platform, where Cam already awaits her team. She has a warm look for the youngest between the group.

But he isn’t let off the hook that easily.

“Wendell, I got something in my car that I need help with”, Booth shouts for him, leaving no room for discussion. While most of the team gives him a look of terror and pity, (Y/N) flashes him a smile and a sublte thumbs up, thinking that Seeley really does need help with something.

The way to the garage is basked in an uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable for Wendell at least, Booth is enjoying this obviously. After what feels like an eternity, he decides to break it.

“So, Wendell Bray. What do you think is the reason you are dating (Y/N)?” Startled by the sudden question, the young man gaps at the agent. He needs a second to collect himself again. “I- Agent Booth, we, I- ahem- I date your- (Y/N)! I date (Y/N) because I love her, Agent Booth.” Ok, maybe he isn’t as collected as he thought he is.

“Aha”, Seeley acknowledges, popping the trunk of his SUV open, “Isn’t love a pretty strong word?” Wendell watches him take a big plastic case out.

“It is, still I’m sure. I love (Y/N) and she loves me. We both are willing to make this relationship work. We know that our jobs are demanding and we both are dedicated to our careers. I think that’s why we understand each other so well and know exactly what the other one needs. I attend just as much to her needs as (Y/N) does to mine. I know love isn’t enough to keep a relationship alive, but it’s part of the foundation.” He looks up at the agent with nothing but honesty in his eyes. It makes Seeley sigh before popping the plastic case open.

Inside is some kind of rifle. After all, Wendell is not a weapon expert, so every gun with a long snout is a rifle to him. “This, my dear Mr Bray, is one of my specialties. If - I’m talking in an ‘if’, I can’t give you more - if you hurt (Y/N), I’ll follow you around with this one. You know, this kid is like a daughter to me and Bones, so you know what this talk is about. Except for, I won’t kill you. Injure? Yes, definitely. But not kill. I want you to live with the guilt of hurting one of the most innocent souls on this earth. You’ll never see this - me - coming. Understood?”

Booth’s expression should induce the biggest fear into Wendell he ever felt. Instead, a wave of great respect overcomes him. Now he knows that there are people caring about his girlfriend beyond a friendship level. There is a familial bond, people (Y/N) can and does rely on outside from him. “Understood and respected, Sir.” They shake hands, exchanging mutual respect.

“Good, now that this is settled, I wish you two the best,” He tells the young man while packing everything up again and closing the trunk. “You are kind of the best fit for her in a lab like that. God knows you are the only normal one, and I got a wife and a nearly-daughter in there. Let’s get back inside before they send the cops out, thinking I killed you. We should also meet up for a beer or something soon again, have a man to man talk. What do you think?”

As they enter the platform in a cheery manner, everyone looks at the pair with bulging eyeballs. Everyone except for (Y/N), who is just happy to see them getting along just the way they were before the announcement. After all, she is right.

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[bi-bard]

Nervous - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: Nervous

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Word Count: 643 words

Warning(s): none that I know of

Summary: Lance finally puts his foot down after spending months listening (Y/n)'s almost shameless flirting.

Author's Note: I wanna branch out from just Supernatural and Criminal Minds. I know I've been writing about them a lot.

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It really did sound a bit evil when I explained it. Well... kind of.

Lance and I had become close as soon as he started working with the Jeffersonian team.

I took interest in him immediately. However, I didn't really think I had shot with him. I thought he only saw me as a coworker and a friend.

So, I messed with him a little bit.

I hadn't been one to hesitate from a little bit of flirting. That wasn't something that anyone on the team was really shocked by anymore. Lance had no experience with that side of me though.

It wasn't anything extreme.

Just a lingering touch every now and then. There'd be a few jokes that pushed the line a little bit. I would've stopped if Lance had said anything, but he would just blush and awkwardly look away from me.

And for some reason, I just assumed it was him being himself. I still didn't think I had a chance with him.

This pattern of flirting and messing with him continued for months.

I was just having fun at this point.

I was sitting at my desk, focused on whatever was in front of me on my computer.

"We need to talk," I looked up from my computer when Lance walked in. He crossed his arms as he looked at me.

"Okay," I said, drawing out the word a little bit as I leaned back in my seat. "What's up?"

"What's going on here," he moved to motion between the two of us. "Sometimes I think you like me because you're all flirty and funny and sweet to me. But then, I see you with other people and sometimes you act the same way. Are you just like that with everyone? Have I been reading the signs wrong? Do you just like messing with me? I thought you were interested because Hodgins said you were and then Booth said so, but now, I'm not sure. I understand that I get flustered very easily and it's funny, but it would be nice to have an idea of where I stand so I know if my hope is for nothing. And now, you're sitting there with that little smirk on your face that I find very distracting, and sometimes I don't even hear half of what you say because I just watch your damn smile. Stop it!"

I hadn't even noticed that I had started smiling at him.

I had a lot of fun messing with him, but this was just... me being happy. I had seen him get nervous, but I didn't know it was genuine interest. Now that I knew that... it almost felt different.

"Lance," I said, stopping his rambling. He stopped talking immediately. "Would you like to go to dinner?"

He blinked at me a few times, "What?"

"Would you like to go to dinner," I repeated. "With me?"

"As a date?"

"Ideally," I nodded.

He froze up for a moment before slowly smiling at me.

"So..."

"Yes! I mean, yeah, yeah, that sounds cool," he replied.

"Good," I said and scooted back toward my computer. "I'll call you when I get off work tonight."

"Okay."

Lance went to walk out, but I saw him stop in the doorway and turn around. I scooted back again as he did, about to ask what he was doing. He cut me off by rounding the desk and leaning down to press his lips to mine quickly.

I grinned against his lips and moved to cup the side of his face. He pulled away from the kiss slowly.

"See you tonight," I said and turned back to my computer.

"Bye," he muttered before heading out.

When I knew he was gone, I covered my face with both of my hands.

For the first time, he had caught me off guard.

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Some Original Characters

#lance sweets x reader #lance sweets imagine #lance sweets fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #bones x reader #bones imagine #bones fanfiction #bones tv fanfiction #bones tv x reader #bones tv imagine

[mystic-writings]

almost 2k words (not finished or edited) on a fic for a character no one on this platform reads for 😔

#monty's writing rambles #jack hodgins girlies where are you #jack hodgins x reader #bones fanfiction

[icantthinkofanythingcool3]

What are some songs you guys would really like fanfiction written to? comment or ask anonymously

#lance sweets #lance sweets imagine #lance sweets x reader #lance x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x reader #stiles x y/n #teen wolf #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fandom #bones tv #bones fanfiction

[milfbrennan]

We Don't Have To Talk About It

Word Count: 644

Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth, Angela Montenegro, Hannah Burley

Pairings: Temperance Brennan/Seeley Booth, Temperance Brennan & Seeley Booth, Seeley Booth/Hannah Burley, Temperance Brennan & Angela Montenegro

Summary: Brennan tries not to reflect on it, because she can do without it- without the late-night takeout dinners, the warm smiles, without someone checking up on her to make sure she’d been eating or sleeping.

Tags: Angst, Song: Cool About It (boygenius), Episode: s06e09 Doctor in the Photo

#ao3 #bonestv #bones fanfiction #temperance brennan #seeley booth #angela montenegro #hannah burley #ao3 fanfic

[davidboreanaz]

is there anybody out there willing to be my beta? i’m writing again, but it’s been a while and I think my work will need going over before I post anything.

#buffy the vampire slayer #david boreanaz #buffy summers #angel btvs #bangel #angel the series #sarah michelle gellar #buffy x angel #btvs #angel #bones #fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction #bones fanfiction #angel fanfiction #seeley booth #temperance brennan #agent booth #dr brennan #otp: always my angel #otp: hot blooded

[rubyarrows]

Bridging the Language

YN groaned as she stumbled into the Jeffersonian Institute's bustling lab, her hair in disarray and her eyes half-closed. It was early morning, and her brain was not yet fully awake. As she made her way to her assigned workstation, she noticed Zack Addy, immersed in a detailed discussion with Dr. Temperance Brennan about the intricacies of skeletal anatomy.

"Good morning," YN mumbled, stifling a yawn as she plopped down at her desk.

Zack turned towards her with an enthusiastic smile. "Good morning, YN. Did you know that the iliac crest plays a crucial role in..."

YN held up her hand, interrupting him with a groan. "Zack, Zack, slow down. It's way too early for anatomy lessons in high definition. Can we do low-res explanations?"

Zack blinked, adjusting and recalibrated his approach. "Of course. In simpler terms, the bony ridge on the side of the pelvis has an important function in identifying individuals through skeletal remains."

YN perked up, her eyes slightly less glazed over. "Got it. Bony ID card. Check."

Zack chuckled, finding her analogy amusing. "Precisely. A bony ID card."

Just then, Angela Montenegro, the lab's forensic artist, approached with a friendly smile. "Hey, you two. Early bird gets the skeletal worm, huh?"

YN managed a tired grin. "More like the early bird needs a coffee IV."

Angela chuckled. "I feel you. So, what's the science of the day?"

Zack cleared his throat, switching to a more approachable tone. "We were discussing the significance of the iliac crest in forensic identification."

YN leaned closer to Angela and whispered, "It's like the name tag of bones."

Angela stifled a laugh and nodded, playing along. "Ah, got it. The bones' way of saying 'Hello, my name is...'."

As the morning progressed, YN and Zack continued to work side by side, their dynamic a mix of scientific precision and relatable simplicity. While Zack delved into intricate details with Brennan, YN helped bridge the communication gap, offering analogies and relatable metaphors to make the concepts more accessible.

At one point, as they examined a particularly complex skeletal feature, Zack began, "The sphenoid bone forms the base of the cranium and—"

YN raised her hand again, giving him a bemused look. "Sphenoid bone, got it. It's like the skull's floor mat."

Zack chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, in a way, you could say that."

Dr. Brennan, observing their interaction, approached with an approving smile. "Miss YLN, your ability to distill complex concepts into relatable terms is quite impressive."

YN blushed, feeling a sense of validation from her mentor's words. "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I just know that sometimes my brain needs the training wheels early in the morning."

Dr. Brennan nodded understandingly. "We all have our unique ways of processing information. Collaboration is about leveraging those strengths."

As the day continued, YN and Zack's collaborative approach proved to be a winning formula. While Zack excelled in his precise scientific explanations, YN's knack for simplifying complex ideas made their teamwork remarkably efficient. They were, in essence, the perfect balance of technicality and accessibility.

And so, amidst the whirlwind of bones, equations, and early morning fatigue, a unique friendship blossomed. YN and Zack, two interns with distinct strengths, found common ground in their shared pursuit of knowledge and the joy of making complex science a bit more relatable—even if it meant using unconventional metaphors and analogies.

As the day unfolded, YN found herself gradually absorbing more of the specific scientific terminology that was a hallmark of the Jeffersonian lab. While her initial approach had been to simplify concepts for herself, she realized that there was a certain elegance and precision in using the correct names for things.

Later that morning, while examining a set of bones, Zack began, "The metatarsals are distinct bones in the foot that—"

YN cut in with a grin, "Metatarsals, got it. They're the foot's fancy finger bones."

Zack chuckled softly, then continued, "Yes, essentially they're like the fingers of the foot."

Brennan, overhearing their conversation, chimed in. "YN, it's great that you're finding creative ways to understand these terms, but using their proper names can provide more accurate communication."

YN nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "You're right, Dr. Brennan. I'm up for the challenge."

Throughout the day, YN made an effort to incorporate the precise scientific terms into her vocabulary. As she worked alongside Zack and the rest of the team, she found herself asking questions, seeking clarification, and even occasionally correcting herself when she slipped into her simpler analogies.

During a lunch break, she sat with Zack, Angela, and the rest of the team in the lab's break room. Angela grinned playfully. "So, YN, have you upgraded from foot finger bones to metatarsals?"

YN chuckled and nodded, her determination evident. "Yes, Angela. I'm diving headfirst into the world of scientific names."

Zack looked pleased, offering a supportive smile. "It's a worthwhile endeavor. Accurate terminology is essential for effective communication in our field."

As the day progressed, YN's commitment to learning the scientific names didn't go unnoticed. During an analysis of skeletal remains, she surprised everyone when she pointed to the maxilla and confidently said, "So, the maxilla is the upper jawbone, right?"

Zack's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Yes, YN, that's absolutely correct."

YN beamed, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I'm starting to see that these names actually make a lot of sense once you get used to them."

Brennan nodded approvingly. "Indeed, Miss YLN. Your dedication to learning and adapting is commendable."

As the workday drew to a close, YN felt a growing sense of pride in her ability to balance her simplified interpretations with the precision of scientific terminology. She realized that her approach had its own value—it had helped her build a solid foundation of understanding, which she could now expand upon with the proper terms.

As she and Zack wrapped up their tasks for the day, YN turned to him with a playful smile. "So, Zack, do you think I've earned a spot in the league of precise scientific language users?"

Zack chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "You're well on your way, YN. Keep it up, and you might just surpass me."

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #bones #bones x reader #bones imagine #bones imagines #bones fanfiction #zack addy #zack addy x reader #zack addy imagine #zack addy imagines #zack addy fanfiction

[bitchyglitterfox]

HELLO IVE BEEN COMBING THE SWEETS TAG FOR YEARS AND IT HAS NEW ACTIVITY AND I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU! I RESTARTED BONES SO EXPECT MORE SWEETS CONTENT!!

#bitchyglitterfox writes #bones imagines #bones fanfiction #lance sweets #lance sweets x reader

[neurodiversebones]

waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves

chapter : 1/1

series : the sunset tree

rating : mature, for triggering content

ship : temperance brennan/seeley booth

other tags : mental health issues, pre-canon, childhood trauma, brennan's childhood, depression, self harm, ptsd, angst, hurt/comfort [at the end. as a treat. because i hurt her so bad here.]

trigger warnings : self harm, child abuse, suicidal ideation, ptsd symptoms (dissociation and flashbacks)

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“I think… I think I need help, Booth. Real help,” she admits. It’s something she’s so ashamed of- she hasn’t gone to therapy, outside of Sweets, since she was fifteen. Back then, she spent the entire time staring at the wall, refusing to say a word until she was allowed to leave. It’s not like she’d been much more vulnerable with Sweets either, saying just enough so that she’d still be allowed to work with Booth.

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Temperance Brennan : A character study on childhood trauma.

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ao3 link !!!

#bones fic #bones fanfiction #my fics #my writing #temperance brennan #seeley booth #temperance brennan/seeley booth #b&b

[idabbleincrazy]

Bad Ideas Have Consequences

Fandom: Bones

Rating: M

Pairing: Sweetooth

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: episode fic, kissing, heavy petting, brief discussion of sexuality, some angst

Summary: set during episode 8x02, after the gun range scene but before Bones talks to Sweets. A follow up to Bad Idea.

A/N: hopefully this'll help unblock the muse for the main fic. @leatafandom have some more of this mess 😅

Squares Filled: Makeout session (@mfbingo )

Lance opened the door on the second urgent knock, stepping back to let Booth in, surprised to see the man at his apartment so soon after Dr. Brennan's return. 

"Booth, are you alright?"

"No, you know what, Sweets, I'm not alright." Booth turned to face the young psychologist as they stood in the center of the small living room. "It wasn't just Bones making breakfast, and losing those three months with her and Christine, that has been pushing a wedge between me and her, and making me so damn angry. It's us, too. It's that night, and that kiss, and these feelings that just won't stop, won't let things be the way they were before."

Booth slumped down on the couch and Sweets carefully sat down beside him, eyeing him warily. 

"It's been two months since that night, and you haven't wanted to talk about it in all this time. Do you want to, now? Can you confront what happened between us?"

"I-I don't know. I've already gone through the whole panic thing, y'know? Years ago. It's still hard for me to accept that this is what I am, that these feelings are a part of me and it doesn't make me a bad person. I've faced that. This is…this is different. This isn't just me liking a guy, this is me having deep feelings for someone else when I'm already in a relationship with someone I love, and not wanting to have to choose."

"Oh-kay, so that's a yes on the confrontation. Booth, you need to tell her this. Yes, Dr. Brennan ran off with your daughter, and left you in the dark for three months, but it was for justifiable reasons, and she deserves to know what happened. Especially if you aren't in an open relationship. If you don't, you're just going to keep being angry with yourself over it, and in turn, with Dr. Brennan."

"I know, I know, and I want to tell her, I just don't know how. And I don't know where it goes from there. I can't just push those feelings for you back down into that box I'd locked them up in before. God, I just want to be selfish for once, you know? I want you, and her, and I want there to be an us. I don't want to have to choose again." 

"Would it help you if I explained it all to her?"

"No, no, it's gotta come from me. I owe her that."

"Okay, well, do you want me to at least be there with you when you tell her? Help…guide the conversation?" Sweets felt a compelling urge to take Booth's hand in his, wanting to comfort the older agent, but was unsure how welcome the gesture would be. "Look, Booth, I know you're worried about how Dr. Brennan will react, but I don't think there'll be a problem. You know she's always been open to the idea of polyamory, both in her own sexual practices and in her study of anthropology." 

"I know. And that's part of the problem. I gave her such hell for that, when she was seeing two guys at the same time, and we were just partners then. How's that gonna look now that we're a family? We share a daughter, we live together. This is so much more than someone just playing the field."

"She loves you, Booth. She'll understand."

"How? I barely understand it myself. It took years for me to accept this part of myself, and even then, I still fought to keep my feelings pushed down." Booth shifted to face Sweets, a look of pained longing in his eyes. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I can't wait any longer…"

Before Sweets could question him, Booth leaned forward and pressed his lips to the unsuspecting psychologist's, his hand coming up to cup the side of his face as he pushed him back against the couch cushions. Blinking away his surprise, Sweets responded to the kiss, letting his eyes flutter shut. His lips parted to Booth's tongue as it traced tentatively along the bottom lip, seeking entrance. 

Sweets raised his arms to encircle the broad expanse of Booth's back, fingers clutching at his suit jacket as the kiss deepened. Despite all the conflicting, confusing thoughts and emotions swirling around inside his head and in his heart, he eagerly welcomed the tongue that slid over his own. In the two months since that first kiss, Sweets had kept ruminating on how it had felt to finally have Booth's mouth on his. For years he had repressed feelings for the older man, knowing he and Dr. Brennan were meant for each other, and heavily doubting Booth would ever feel attraction towards another man, let alone for that attraction to supersede his obvious love for the forensic anthropologist. He had felt no small amount of guilt about enjoying the kiss so much, but had reveled in it nevertheless. 

This second kiss was wholly different, and he regretted that their first had been tinged with the bitter taste of whiskey and sadness. This one was unadulterated by the pain of abandonment, purely driven by longing and need, and it was glorious. His first true taste of Seeley Booth. Booth's free hand wound around his waist and pulled him closer, their chests pressed together as the kiss continued on. Sweets let out a soft moan of arousal, the sound smothered by Booth's eager tongue as it explored his mouth. 

Thrusting his hips up, he felt a hardness matching his own growing erection pressing into his thigh. The knowledge that the older agent was just as affected by their making out as he was pulled a deep groan from his lips. He broke the kiss, slightly breathless, and let his head loll against the back of the couch as he relished the feeling of Booth's body pressed against his. Another groan sounded from his throat as Booth trailed a line of kisses along his jaw and down the column of his neck.

"Oh, God, Booth…we shouldn't…fuck, we can't do this. Not now."

"I know…," Booth grunted out between nips to the skin along the curve of his shoulder, his hand pulling Sweets' collar aside to bare undiscovered flesh. "Just…want you, Sweets…wanted you for so long. Feels right."

"It-it does, but, ahh, it shouldn't be like this. Brennan…she needs to know, needs to be okay with us, be included. It's not fair to her." 

Booth smothered a defeated groan against Sweets' collarbone before pulling away.

"No, I know, you're right. Look, I'm sorry for getting carried away like that."

Sweets slid to the side, putting some much needed space between them and adjusting himself. It was taking all his strength not to pull Booth back to him and finish what they started, damn the consequences. 

"Don't be, it wasn't unwelcomed, just…ill-timed. We both have others we need to consider before we just go jumping into things. I need to reevaluate things with Daisy, you have to tell Dr. B how you feel. Until then, whatever this is between us, can't go any further than it already has."

"I'll talk to her when she gets home tonight." Booth stood up from the couch, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. "Thanks for this, though, and for not being too heavy with the psychobabble. I just…I've wanted to kiss you again since I walked out of your bedroom that morning, and I needed to get that out of my system."

Sweets stared up at him with an understanding grin.

"Go home, Booth. Tell her. And when the two of you are ready, just give me a call."

He watched as Booth walked out the door, wondering how long it would be until that call was made.

#sweetooth #bones fanfiction #lime-ish #mf bingo

[hyperionshipping]

Don't Leave Me Too

A/N: This fic is a direct continuation of Season 5 Episode 11, with my s/i! While I didn't know how to start this fic, I knew what I wanted the "meat" of it to be. Short and sweet, but I had a lovely friend say it should be posted. Enjoy!

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Hodgins was on Elias's bed, in one of his shirts and a pair of pajama pants that had never fit Elias. He still seemed upset, and Elias hated to see it. 

He'd brought Hodgins a drink, who had taken a few sips when Elias pushed him but left it largely untouched.

"Hodgins," Elias looked at him, arms wide open. "Come here at least? I'm so sorry," his voice soft, but sweet. Hodgins slumped into his arms, taking a deep breath. Elias hummed softly, "Deep breath," Hodgins made a small muffled noise, and Elias rubbed a small circle on his back. "You know…" Elias held back, hugging Hodgins tighter. I love you, he wanted to say. It was on the tip of his tongue. It wasn't right.

He let Hodgins cry, murmuring sweetly to him. Hodgins wasn't shaking, but Elias could feel each sob.

"There ya go, I'm here," Hodgins said something, and Elias nodded, resting his cheek on top of Hodgins's head. "You know, I love you right Hodgins? I'm… you mean a lot to me. It hurts to see you so sad." Hodgins seemed to whimper, and Elias laughed softly. "Hodgepodge, what was that?"

"Thank you," Hodgins said, starting to move up. His face was puffy, and he wiped at his eyes. "Thank you, Elias."

"Anytime." He said, looking at Hodgins. "You'd do it for me, right? I bet you'd kill anyone if I told you they left me right?" Elias drew his finger over his neck, and it made Hodgins crack a smile. "You feed them to your beetles!" Elias waggled his fingers and he heard Hodgins let out a breathy chuckle.

Elias felt better, seeing him smile. That was the Hodgins he knew.

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For once, Elias was up first. Hodgins clung to him, and Elias started to wiggle to get up. Normally, Hodgins slept heavily but maybe because of what had gone on with Angela and Wendell, Hodgins woke up as soon as Elias started to move.

"Wolfe," Hodgins voice was small, his hand was gripping Elias's hand. "Don't go." His eyes were wet with tears. "Don't leave me too, please."

Elias stayed still, "Oh," he frowned. "No, no. Hodgins, I wasn't. Oh, baby." he went to hold him again. "Hey, I'll stay in bed all day. Want me to call in sick?"

Hodgins shook his head. "Want me to stay in bed? I can do that. Always, Hodgins. I'm not leaving you. You're not alone. I'm here, see?" 

Hodgins nodded slightly, and Elias took a deep breath and gave Hodgins a small smile. "I'll be here as long as you need." 

Without thought, Elias pressed a kiss to Hodgins's forehead, hugging him after.

Elias closed his eyes, still holding Hodgins. “I promise to stay, lovebug. Whatever happens, I’ll be with you.” Hodgins didn’t respond, and Elias looked down to see that Hodgins had fallen back asleep in his arms. Elias watched him for a few moments, wondering if Hodgins had heard what he said.

Truthfully, it didn’t matter. He had said it, and he meant it. Elias carefully laid back, keeping Hodgins in his arms. Listening to Hodgins’s steady breaths, Elias felt his own eyes start to grow heavy again, and he hugged Hodgins tighter. He wouldn’t let him wake up again thinking he was gone. He was here to stay. 

Forever.

#tricks writing #selfship #Bones tv #bones fanfiction #jack hodgins #selfship community #selfshipping

[bi-bard]

I’m Just Asking if I Can See You - Lance Sweets Imagine (Bones)

Title: I’m Just Asking if I Can See You

Pairing: Lance Sweets X Reader

Based On: Ugly Side

Word Count: 1,337 words

Warning(s): fear of commitment

Summary: Lance spent a long time trying to get through (Y/n)’s shell. It looks like he’s finally found success. However, when (Y/n) is ready to be serious, Lance suddenly decides to run for the hills.

Author's Note: This is such a great song.

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It all started with a moment of annoyance.

With Lance making a few too many snarky comments in the hopes of getting under my skin.

Lance and I had fallen into this pattern of being assholes to each other. He would poke at the tough act I would put on while I would remind him of how he follows Booth around like a lost puppy. We just didn't get along. It was just a constant line of being- for lack of a better word- dickish.

Everyone else on the team hated it.

Neither one of us seemed to care.

Well, at least I didn't think either one of us cared.

I was sitting in my little office in the corner of the lab when Lance walked in.

"Oh God," I muttered.

"Okay," Lance said. "Rude."

I just rolled my eyes.

"Do you practice your annoyed faces," he asked. "Or is it really just an instinct?"

"Screw you," I replied.

He walked over and sat in the chair on the other side of my desk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He grinned at me, relaxing into the seat. I put down my pen and the file, leaning back in my own chair.

"What do you want, Sweets," I asked.

"A conversation."

"Well, no shit."

"A genuine conversation," he corrected. "I want to have a real conversation without the insults and arguing. I want you to be completely real and honest with me."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Go on."

Lance looked at me for a moment before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Do you hate me?"

"No."

"Have you ever hated me?"

"Meh, not really," I said. "Hate's a strong word."

"Disliked me?"

"Disliked your behavior," I corrected.

"But me as a person?"

"You can be a good person," I replied. "I know that. I've seen you do your job."

He nodded. There was a pause between us.

"I don't hate you either," he said after a moment. "Just saying."

"Thanks," I chuckled. "I... I was kinda convinced you did."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I know that I tend to be cold and a little harsh, but you didn't seem to be that way. When you showed up and so quickly started with the jokes about my 'shell', it was hard to ever let it crumble, y'know?"

He seemed caught off-guard, "I... I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I tried to shrug it off, blinking away a few extra tears. "I was a dick to you too. Sorry about that, by the way."

"It's okay," he nodded.

There was another pause between us.

"Can we both agree to move forward with no hard feelings," he asked. "I won't make jokes about you and you won't make jokes about me?"

"Deal."

Lance grinned at me before standing up and going to leave. He stopped at the door and looked back at me.

"Wanna go for drinks tonight," he asked.

"Building trust, are we," I replied with a grin.

"Something like that," he nodded.

I looked down for a moment, feeling my face warm up, "I'd like that."

He let out a breath before turning around and actually leaving the room. I chuckled to myself.

After that day, nothing was quite the same again.

The team obviously noticed that we were treating each other well. We both seemed to easily shift from hating each other to caring for each other in a matter of weeks.

I had never expected it, but I really liked it.

I loved it. I loved him.

That was my first thought when I woke up one morning. Lance had stayed over for the night. He was already awake when I opened my eyes. I grinned at him. My heart sped up a little bit as he smiled back at me.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over to kiss my forehead.

"Lance," I mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Yeah," he asked.

I took a deep breath, "I... I love you."

There was a long pause. Too long of a pause. We sat there in silence for what felt like ages. His eyes were wide in shock. I felt my stomach churn as I got more and more nervous.

"Lance," I pushed.

"I've... um... I've gotta go," he said before pulling himself out of bed.

"What?"

"I just... I need to go," he slid on his shoes, forgetting that he was still in his pajamas. I sat in bed, watching him move. He stopped at the bedroom door. "I... I'm sorry."

I sat in bed in complete shock. When I heard the front door shut, my heart dropped. He was gone. I told him that I loved him and he left.

I should've known better.

I was a fun game for him. A way for us to just poke at each other. He didn't care for me beyond that. I should've known better than to get so attached to him. That was my mistake.

After that morning, he avoided me completely if we weren't around the rest of the group. He wouldn't talk to me one-on-one or join the group outside of work. He didn't want to confront what had happened.

And that sucked because I did.

It had been a few weeks since he started avoiding me. That's when I spotted him about to walk out of the lab on his own. I decided that I had enough of this constant avoidance.

"Lance!"

He turned around as soon as he saw me. I was about to follow him, but he didn't get very far, walking face-first into a pillar. He stepped back, holding his nose.

"Lance," I called again, now jogging over because I was worried about him. I reached up and guided his hand away from his face. There was a bit of blood coming out. "Oh God."

I grabbed his wrist and started dragging him with me.

"Brennan, can I use your office?"

"Yeah, yeah sure," she said as I walked over.

After getting him to sit on the couch, I handed Lance a tissue, gently guiding him forward.

"Don't tilt your head back," I instructed. "Doesn't actually work."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I nodded.

Once the bleeding stopped (there really wasn't a lot), I got the wet wipes that Angela had given and cleaned up what was left on his face.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"Yes, I do," I replied. There was a pause before I threw the wipe away. "Are you going to talk about what happened?"

"I hit a pillar-"

"Lance."

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Just... what happened," I asked. I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "I... I said that I loved you. I was vulnerable just like you had begged me to be. And the moment I was, you left."

He looked down again. I bit my lip, silently begging him to tell me what happened. To assure me that it wasn't my fault. That I wasn't the reason he ran away. I just needed something.

"I got scared," he muttered. "And I know that sounds stupid, but it's the truth. When you said you loved me, it felt like everything was suddenly too real. I just felt like I needed to run."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked back over at me. I grinned at him a little bit. He grinned back, moving to fully intertwine our fingers.

"I still want to be with you," he said. "I know I messed up. Very badly, in fact. But I'd like to be with you... if you'd like that."

I leaned over slowly and pecked his lips.

"I don't want you to run again," I muttered. "Not just because you're scared. Please don't do that again."

"I won't," he replied. "I promise."

Lance leaned over and pressed his lips to mine again. I grinned into the kiss as I slowly kissed him back. He moved back first.

"I love you," he said.

I smiled fully, "I love you too."

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