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Seeing as how my leukemia notes are done, and my PPD portfolio has been handed in, and my lemontreeparade fic is done...I have a tiny bit of free headspace! Good lord! I'm about to go and take notes on clotting factors for an hour and a bit, but when I get back I'd like to do some scribbling to get me in the mood for writing my PXREMIX fic.

So!

First ten people to comment get drabbles.

You know what I write :)

Comments

[pirateygoodness.livejournal.com]

Meee!

I think you should do the fic I have been meaning to write since I started anatomy, which involves Booth/Brennan and lots of anatomical names.

I don't think this is what you meant by 'lots', but anyway

[fahye.livejournal.com]

She turned on her heel in the middle of the road; a couple of people shot her annoyed glances as they veered to avoid her. "Is this like the Christmas thing?" she demanded. "Lying to children because it's better for them?"

"Yes! Yes, just like that, Bones. Now -- you're --" He gave up and took hold of her upper arm. "Traffic, Bones."

She started to walk again, and -- bless her heart -- she looked like she was trying very hard to get it, but eventually she shook her head. "No. Sorry, Booth. This is science. It's one thing lying to preserve the illusion of a spirit of generosity tied to a mythical festival --"

"It's not a --"

"But you shouldn't lie about science."

Which was how Booth found himself sitting opposite Sweets, trying to defend a poster stuck up on the wall of his son's classroom. And Sweets was nodding seriously like they were discussing nihilistic philosophy or some shit like that.

"In this case, Dr. Brennan, I think you're being unfairly pedantic," the kid said. "Funny bone is an accepted layman's term for the elbow."

"But its context is incorrect!" Brennan looked irritated, like Sweets had betrayed some private scientist's pact or something. "People say, oh, I hit my funny bone, but they don't just mean 'I hit my elbow'. They mean that their ulnar nerve was compressed against the medial epicondyle of the humerus, here --" and she grabbed at Booth's arm, which he'd draped half-over the arm of her chair because...well, the arms weren't all that wide, and their chairs were very close.

"Whoa, hey, Bones. I didn't ask for a demonstration." She probably knew three different ways to disable his arm by just jabbing him with her fingertips; Booth wasn't too comfortable with this. But her hands were gentle as she flexed and extended his arm, her face intent, like this was somehow proving her point.

Booth shot a glance at Sweets and realised that he was even less comfortable with this than he'd thought; years of taking garbled witness statements had left him wishing that people would learn to open their damn eyes and see what was in front of them, but Sweets was hands-down the most observant person he'd ever met. Inconviently so.

Sweets raised his eyebrows.

Booth tried to shift his expression into something more threatening, but Brennan's fingers had stopped moving and were just resting there, warm, and he knew that Sweets probably wasn't fooled at all.

"Where were we?" Brennan sounded distracted.

Sweets opened his mouth and Booth braced himself -- so, Agent Booth, for how long exactly have you been imagining your partner naked? how do you think admitting that you're blindingly in love with her would affect your professional dynamic? -- but all he said was, "You brought a case file for me to look at, right?" and Booth made a private pact to bring the kid a thickshake or something next time.

Re: I don't think this is what you meant by 'lots', but anyway

[pirateygoodness.livejournal.com]

Hahaha. Not what I meant, but still SUPER CUTE. I love it. :D