Booth was tapping his fingers impatiently on his left knee. Brennan was sighing and crossing and uncrossing her legs from time to time. Sweets was sitting opposite them, smiling. Booth became too annoyed.
“Are you gonna talk or are you just going to stare at us?”
Sweets smiled. “Well, I was declining to speak first. It puts me in control.”
Booth smirked. “Where did you get that? Wikipedia?”
Sweets hung his head. “Yes.”
Booth frowned. Brennan looked at him and then at Sweets, and them at him again.
“Could you talk with words here? I’m not a male and I am not familiar with your non-verbal conversations. It’s very frustrating.” she shifted.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just waiting for you or Agent Booth to start today’s session, instead of myself.”
Brennan frowned. Sweets smiled secretly. “Why?”
“He thinks we have something interesting to tell him…” Booth explained to Brennan, though he quickly turned back to Sweets. “Which we don’t.” he added hurriedly.
Sweets ‘uh-hmm-ed‘. “I thought you were working on a case?”
“So? You don’t care about him, he’s been dead for two-hundred years.” Booth pointed out. Sweets kept on smiling.
“Well I care.” Brennan said. “The formation of his skull is very interesting.” she was exited about it, of course. Sweets tried to understand, but he didn’t. And frankly, as Booth had pointed out, he didn’t really care.
“His facial structure and parietal bone-”
“-She means X-File-ish, Sweets.” Brennan was annoyed at being interrupted. She made sure that she wasn’t looking at Booth. Booth’s face fell. He hadn’t meant to offend her.
“Oh.” Sweets nodded. He still didn’t care.
“Ok, I don’t know what X-File-ish means, but I’m sure that it’s not a correct term.” Brennan eyed Booth once more, expecting something.
“Ok, Bones, I’m sorry for interrupting you.”
“I accept your apology.”
Booth smiled and Brennan couldn’t help but smile back. Sweets became even madami smug. Booth realized it and became irritated again.
“Really, what is you’re problem?”
“Nothing.” Sweets still smiled.
“Ok, it’s not nothing.” Booth clarified.
Brennan frowned once more. “Have you been talking with Angela?” she asked suspiciously. “Because whatever she told you is most probably incorrect.”
“No, I haven’t seen or talked to Angela since…” he looked at his fingernails. “… it took me ages to get that dirt out…” he murmured.
“Hey, Sweets, we’re still here. You can talk to your nails in your private time.”
“I’m sure uri ng bulaklak would be enthusiastic.”
Sweets became slightly red. “Sorry, it just slipped out… so now you want to talk?” he wondered eagerly.
“Listen, Sweets. I just don’t want to watch you talking to your nails, Ok?”
They stayed in silence, Booth and Brennan exchanging glances. Sweets became sug again.
“There is NOTHING going on between me and Bones, Sweets.” Booth laughed nervously. Brennan kicked him urgently and Booth put on a straight face again. Sweets didn’t miss it.
“Why do you think that I think there is something going on between you and Dr. Brennan?”
“Because you always think that.” Booth sheltered himself.
“You do.” Brennan backed him up.
Sweets nodded. Booth rolled his eyes.
“Ok, Sweets, lets hear it.”
“Hear what?”
“Your hypothesis.”
“About what?” Sweets asked innocently. Booth raised his eyebrows.
“You want to know my professional opinion.”
“Your wrong opinion.” Brennan corrected.
“Ok then. I’ll tell you. You asked for it.”
“This sounds good.” Brennan smirked. Booth smiled. Sweets rolled his eyes. He lent forward.
“I think that Agent Booth confessed his feelings-”
“What feelings?” Booth smirked. Sweets ignored him.
“-and you turned him down.” he pointed at Brennan. She shifted, awkward. “But then your mistake and felt bad.” Booth looked at Brennan to see how she was reacting. But she was listening, interested at what Sweets had to say. Booth turned back to Sweets, who now was just talking to her. “You felt terrible for how you made him feel. That’s what you told yourself. But also you felt terrible at missing out on something you wanted.” Brennan smirked. “Really deep down.” Sweets added. “You became madami and madami uncomfortable around Agent Booth-”
“I don’t do that.”
“-and you started to not know how to act.” he ignored Brennan’s comments. “You felt awkward.” Brennan smirked once again, but madami irritated. “You were afraid of letting something slip. You were Nawawala for words and that’s why you called him stupid. You made it come out before anything else did, anything that would insinuate anything else.”
“I am never Nawawala for words. I am familiar with many of them.”
“I know.” Sweets nodded.
“Is that it?” Booth asked.
“No.” Booth sighed. Sweets ignored him. “A tanong came up. One that you’ve been unwilling to answer.”
“That’s unlikely.”
“You’re starting to sound like Angela’s psychic.”
Sweets frowned. “Wait, was that an insult?”
“I’m not sure…” Booth feigned deep thought.
“It is.” Brennan smiled.
“Whatever… the point is that when you were affronted with this tanong sa pamamagitan ng Agent Booth” he pointed and Booth shrugged. She looked at her partner, who now shifted. He didn’t mind attention, but they were pagganap as if he couldn’t hear or see them.
“Everything you had been holding in, everything that you had been thinking just came out. The damn finally broke.” he smiled triumphantly and waited to see their response.
Booth looked at Brennan tentatively to see if everything he wasn’t sure of was true. She looked at him. For a minute, they were quiet. But then, simultaneously they burst out laughing.
Sweets sighed.
“That was a funny story.” Brennan sinabi between laughs.
“Yeah, maybe it could be your susunod book.” Booth agreed. Brennan shrugged.
“Well, it kind of makes me sound stupid. Booth stopped laughing.
“Do you still think I’m stupid?” he asked seriously.
Brennan smiled comfortingly. “No, of course not. You’re not as intelligent as I am, or Hodgins, or Cam. Perhaps as Angela. Except you’re good with people, not art.” she stated. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before though…” she muttered. Booth ignored the comment and smiled at her. She smiled madami brightly back at him.
Sweets watched them, frustrated.
“Seriously?” he asked. They both ignored him. He sighed. He had promised himself that he wasn’t going to do this but…
“Hey, um, Dr. Brennan.” she looked at him. “Um, any madami thoughts on the baby you were going to have last year?” he tried to sound casual.
“Whoa!”
“Horse.”
“No.” Sweets sinabi sternly.
“Ok, Sweets. We agreed that this didn’t have anything to do with you.” Booth butted in before Brennan could talk. She closed her mouth.
“No we didn’t… and it would have something to do with your partnership. She wanted to use your-”
“Whoa!”
“Horse?” It sounded like a tanong now. Sweets ignored it.
“So, no madami thoughts about it? You seemed pretty excited about it then.”
“Whoa!”
“Hor-”
“Please don’t.” Sweets pleaded.
“Well…” Brennan looked at Booth for guidance but he quickly looked away. “It has come up recently, in a case…”
“We were locked in the lab for that case. Did you talk about it then?”
Booth shifted. “Really, Sweets? She was loopy.” Brennan raised her eyebrows at Sweets as if to say ‘see?’.
“Yeah. I guess she was. So is that the excuse not to talk about it? You can’t push it away for so long. No offence, but you’re way older than I am, and it’s looking madami likely for me to have a kid before you do.” he was lying, of course.
“Whoa, Sweets, stop right there. You’re sounding madami like a squint with every word that comes out of your mouth. Buto is still young enough to have kids.”
“Though I should have one soon… he’s right you know.”
“Really, now?”
“It looks like you’re consulting Agent Booth. Are you considering his sperm again.”
“Ok. First, you look way to excited. And second, she should think about this slowly-”
“ Yes, I am.”
Booth threw his hands up in the air. “Way to go, Bones.”
“What? I am.”
“Now?”
“When?”
“When he’s not staring at us.”
“But that’s how we discussed it…”
“And that’s how it never happened.”
“It never happened because you wanted to be a real father.”
“And I had a brain tumour.”
“That’s true.”
Sweets was watching the whole exchange and now had his mouth hanging open. “Angela was right.” he whispered to himself.
“Most of the time Angela acts like a crazy person.” Brennan said.
“But she also has a radar…”
“What does that even mean?”
“Ok, Sweets, I’ve had enough. Come on, Bones, we’re leaving now.”
“We are?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s implying THINGS.”
“Oh. THINGS.” Brennan nodded, knowingly.
Sweets paused before speaking. “Is that code?” he asked.
“What? No! I mean, of course not.” Booth said.
“Of course not.” Brennan echoed.
“Bye.” Booth pushed Brennan through the door and closed it, hard, leaving Sweets alone. His eyes were still wide.
“Wow.”
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I just can't find a way to end it yet... XD