ABC Drabbles- Rated K-T

Hue Lewis. I'm gonna hear 'Cruising' in my head 'till the night's over.

I love this little exercise you've got going here. Love it. You've done a fantastic job with each one of the letters and I can't wait to read "J".

I don't see how Brennan doesn't keep from going weak in the knees. It'd be hard enough to keep standing with Booth twinkling at you, but for his kid to twinkle at you with the same eyes would just be too much!

Thank you, Fluff!
... and R.I.P. Andy.

Not to toot my own horn, but this is one of my favorites.



Jack Hodgins was having a problem. A few problems, actually:

a. His anger management rubber band had snapped.

b. His tuna sandwich was too mayonnaise-y and therefore soggy.

c. Cam had said “dirt” three times that morning.

d. He couldn't figure out this damn word jumble.

Zack came over with his cup-of-soup (Wednesday was cup-of-soup day; he was experimenting with variety. All other days were mac and cheese.)

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to get this word jumble.”

“Can I see?”

Within 30 seconds, the jumble was done. Hodgins tried not to stab his pencil through the newpaper.

e. Zack.

Hahahaha! That was a nice one Fluff! Zack could definitely be the cherry on top of one of Jack's "problem" days.

The second week of her eighth month, Brennan was put on bed rest. When Annie Booth heard that her son couldn't keep his girlfriend occupied, she suggested a hobby.

“How about knitting?”

Her son did not snort because his parents had never met Bones. Actually the hormones were making it the same for him.


Surprisingly, when supplies arrived, Brennan knitted obsessively. By the ninth month, Hodgins was getting annoyed because she was now making woolen microscope caps.

She went into labor while Booth was at work. When he arrived, he was unsurprised to see a needle buried in a wall.

Hee! Though the image of Brennan knitting freaks me out just a little, I have to admit that was kinda cute. And the obsessive thing -excellent detail.

Keep 'em coming!

Ranger training did not cover chases in unfamiliar, rainy woods. Booth punched a tree.

“That's not going to help find the suspect.” His partner calmly adjusted her poncho.“We should get inside.”

They bumbled around for ten minutes before admitting that they were lost.

“Great!” Booth leaned against a wet, vine-covered tree, which promptly collapsed.

“You found a cabin!” Brennan's voice was cheerful.

Later, as the now dry partners were going to sleep, they heard birds calling one another.

“Stupid birds,” Booth mumbled.

“They're larks.”

“Mmm hm.” Another call sounded. “What's that one?”

“Sparrow.” Her voice trailed off sleepily.

A/N: Honestly, I'm kinda meh about this one, but that might be because I really like the next two.

heirofloki wrote:Though the image of Brennan knitting freaks me out just a little

Yeah, I was in doubt about that also, but it seemed to me that if she couldn't be in the lab, and everyone would eventually stop answering the phone if she called all the time to get clued in on the case, she would throw herself in to some sort of hobby, and the prompt was knitting, so her hobby became knitting. Voila! The very soul-searching creative process of my writing.

I loved the bit about Booth not being surprised seeing a knitting needle buried in the wall!

Brennan knitting didn't bother me at all. I actually thought of it as one of her experiments gone awry - "anthropologically speaking" she wanted to experience this knitting thing - and being the fast learner that she is she just got all wrapped up in it like other women do!

These are great! xD Love!

The angst train is back!!


i.

They are not a couple. They have slept together, but will be always be just partners. Still, they retire at the same time and simultaneously refuse to give up their apartments.

ii.

Booth convinces Brennan to take a dance class. His charm smile, aged and wrinkled, still works. They are totally synchronized as they mambo. The instructor asks how long they've been married. They still trip over each other's words.

iii.

Eighty years of healthy living do not stop Booth's heart attack.

“Family only!” The doctor is firm. For the first time, Bones wishes that she had married him.

Gah! *cries* Dude, that was gut-wrenching. But perfect still.

Voila! The very soul-searching creative process of my writing.

Heeh. I like how your mind works.

Fluff, I love the Mambo. I've read it over and over. I have just one solitary word that I'd like to change (and hopefully this isn't heretical!)

“Family only!” The doctor is firm. For the umpteenth time, Bones wishes that she had married him.

DBCrazy wrote:Fluff, I love the Mambo. I've read it over and over. I have just one solitary word that I'd like to change (and hopefully this isn't heretical!)

“Family only!” The doctor is firm. For the umpteenth time, Bones wishes that she had married him.

Hee! I gave you angst. In Fluff's land of angst, there is no room for happy B/B coupledom. There is that in the next one. *Points towards next post* That said, I think Mambo was my favorite.

Roses are obviously cliché.

White lilies seem too simple and purple too bold.

Daffodils, her favorite, would be a good choice, but they would make him feel like he's just getting brownie points.

He could default to daisies, but they look a little shriveled.

Geraniums look bunchy.

Marigolds smell funny.

Black-eyed Susans look like weeds.

The tulips look wooden.

He is sure he is hyperventilating. He cannot choose a stupid flower for Bones. He should just get chocolate.

An hour later, Booth thrusts a pot of orange and pink nasturtiums into Brennan's arms. She raises an eyebrow and smiles.

I'm so green-thumb challenged that I had to go google "nasturtium". They're a beautiful flower. Hyperventilating - that was a perfect little touch! Thanks for the fluff, Fluff!

DBCrazy wrote:I'm so green-thumb challenged that I had to go google "nasturtium". They're a beautiful flower. Hyperventilating - that was a perfect little touch! Thanks for the fluff, Fluff!

You're welcome! And don't feel bad about not knowing the flowers. I spent some quality time with google images while writing this drabble.

“Stop fiddling! You'll break them.”

“I hate them, but I won't break them.”

“I told you to get contacts.”

“Little pieces of plastic in my eyes? No thanks.”

A stunning redhead interrupted the Booth-Brennan bickering. “Hi, I'm Kara. Which way is Authentications?” She spoke directly to Booth.

“Uhhh...”

“That way,” Brennan pointed.

“Do you work here too?” Kara blinked at her. When neither one answered, she walked away.

“Why did she think you worked here?” Brennan couldn't comprehend.

“The glasses, I think.” Booth was equally shocked.

Booth broke first. His face split into a grin. “Definitely not getting contacts.”

Booth in glasses! It's official - he's getting old!

DBCrazy wrote: Booth in glasses! It's official - he's getting old!

I later realized that this was inspired by Lerdo's story [Only admins are allowed to see this link] and her icon [Only admins are allowed to see this image]. He's not getting OLD! God forbid! (And if he is, he's aging in that fine wine or cheese way, the way that makes him better and more expensive)

Fluffernutter wrote:

DBCrazy wrote: Booth in glasses! It's official - he's getting old!

I later realized that this was inspired by Lerdo's story [Only admins are allowed to see this link] and her icon [Only admins are allowed to see this image]. He's not getting OLD! God forbid! (And if he is, he's aging in that fine wine or cheese way, the way that makes him better and more expensive)

I'll agree with you there, aging like fine wine! But alas, the eyes are one of the first things to go! And you'll notice I said he's getting old, not looking old! (Ha! I've never seen that picture of David before! He's kinda cute in those.)

DBCrazy wrote:

Fluffernutter wrote:

DBCrazy wrote: Booth in glasses! It's official - he's getting old!

I later realized that this was inspired by Lerdo's story [Only admins are allowed to see this link] and her icon [Only admins are allowed to see this image]. He's not getting OLD! God forbid! (And if he is, he's aging in that fine wine or cheese way, the way that makes him better and more expensive)

I'll agree with you there, aging like fine wine! But alas, the eyes are one of the first things to go! And you'll notice I said he's getting old, not looking old! (Ha! I've never seen that picture of David before! He's kinda cute in those.)

I'm unsure if that was a photo manipulation, but most days I lean to the side of not, because if it were I would have picked a better, less paparazzi looking shot.

At age five, Zack did not get homework, so he helped his brothers and sisters with theirs. He looked at the paper his seventeen year old brother Joe was squinting at, covered in letters and numbers.

“What is this?”

Joe looked down at him. “It's math,” he simplified.

“No it's not. You're using Young's modulus,” Zack glared.

Joe looked surprised. “Okay, it's physics.”

“Here's your problem.” Zack's little fingers took the pencil. “You raised to the tenth instead of the ninth.” He corrected the equation with thick, messy numbers and went around the table to help Deborah with her spelling.

Oh, that was perfect. So very Zack.

LOL! When I read it this 5 year old already has grown up Zack's voice!