Disclaimer: Don't own Bones nor will I ever. Carlie I do own.
Try pairing Wendell with any of the female cast, aside from Angela, and it is bloody hard. I wouldn't wish Daisy on him and I'm not sure if Genny Shaw and he would work (:/). So this is where OCs are beneficial. I've used Carlie in a few stories but there was no real back story between her and Wendell, just that they were together. So this just explores their relationship but it won't all be about them. There'll be some moments with Finn, Hodgins, Sweets, Brennan, Angela and others. I had thought about writing this for a while but I had an overload of story ideas and I just got this down during two free periods at school. I had bugger all to do.
The songs are from my IPod so Adele, The Beatles, Dido and Katy Perry among others will feature. I do not own the songs I just like listening to them.
I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place where we just meet
She's just the girl for me
And want all the world to see we've met.
The Beatles - I've Just Seen a Face
"Seriously, Dude, put your tongue away." Finn said to Wendell who was too busy staring at the pretty new pathology intern to even look at the remains on the autopsy table between him and Finn.
"Sorry what?" asked Wendell snapping out of his trace.
"We have a dead body to look at before Dr Brennan throws us into the machine that sliced this guy up. If you like her why don't you just talk to her? That way you'll put everyone out of their misery."
"What makes you think I like her?"
"You've spent the last two weeks staring into space or at her with your mouth wide open like this." Finn explained demonstrating the facial expression. "Seriously, just talk to her. She won't bite. Speaking of which, I'm getting lunch. Want anything?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
"Suit yourself." Finn said walking away leaving Wendell alone with the remains, which looked like it was judging him as well.
"Don't you start, I already have about four guys on my case about this." He said to the bag of bones. Picking up the instrument tray and placing it on the autopsy table, his focus went to the new girl. A little too much focus.
He was so caught up in her focusing on the file in her slender hands; he knocked the tray with his elbow causing it to crash to the floor. "Crap." He muttered bending down to retrieve the mess, in the process getting distracted again. Standing up sharply, he whacked his head on the bottom of the table."Damn it!" He yelled rubbing his head.
"Are you alright?" A woman's voice asked, having been alerted to the crash and the yelling.
"I'm fine. Just hit my head." Wendell said standing up slowly, head still throbbing, coming face to face with the woman. He realized that it was the pretty new intern that he had been crushing on for the last two weeks.
"Do you need me to look at it?" She asked.
"No, I've hit my head before and it doesn't hurt that much."
"You look dizzy. You may be concussed."
"You aren't going to let me go until you've looked at it, are you?"
"I wouldn't bet on it." She said smirking. "Do you want to sit down?"
"If I must?" he said hopping onto the opposite autopsy table.
"So what part hurts?" She asked grabbing an eye torch.
"The part above my eyes." He answered. "I'm used to concussions so it doesn't hurt that much."
"You hit your head off the bottom of autopsy tables often?" She asked shining the torch in his left eye.
"I play ice hockey." He replied as she moved onto the other eye. "You've been here two weeks and all I know is that your last name is Edwards."
"Carla. My name is Carla or Carlie with an ie." She said setting the torch down. "Follow my finger." She said holding up her index finger. "All I know about you is that your last name is Bray and that you play ice hockey."
"It's Wendell." He said following her finger with his eyes. "Your nickname is longer than your actual name."
"My mom used to spell it that way."
"Used to?" He asked before pausing. "If you don't mind me asking."
"She died when I was thirteen. My father lives in New Jersey where we moved from England when I was nine."
"I had a friend who was English. He died last year."
"You miss him?"
"I miss the random but useful facts he came out with. Are you going to stop with the fingers?"
"Sorry. You don't have concussion but I'd get an ice pack to top to stop the swelling."
"Can I just say you are really tanned for an English girl from New Jersey?
"Well, there is nothing wrong with your vision. I have just moved back from Ibiza, you know near Spain."
"With a boyfriend?"
"No. I have a son though. Will's four."
"You're 21 right?"
"I get asked that a lot. Yeah I was seventeen. First boyfriend."
"I'm being really nosy but what happened to his dad?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -"
"It's fine. You get used to people asking you questions like that when you are a single mom. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"
"No, I do not have a girlfriend." said Wendell smiling at her question.
"Too busy looking at Playboy magazine for that." Finn said under his breath when he walked back onto the platform with a chicken mayo sandwich. "So what have we been talking about?" he asked winking at Wendell.
"Nothing that concerns you." Wendell said.
"Well, it was fun getting acquainted with you Wendell Bray." Carlie said starting to walk away but turned back towards the injured intern. "Remember the ice pack." she walked away.
"Will do, Carla 'Carlie with an ie' Edwards." he called after her with a daft smile on his face.
"Told you she wouldn't bite." Finn said.
Interesting? Yes, no?