58Blame It On The ALCOHOL
Chapter 2: Mr. Calm
Booth was swearing at himself in his mind. If he had just shut his damned mouth, he'd be having mind-blowing sex at the moment. His head ached of a hangover and he put his head in his pillow.
Brennan snapped out of her shock momentarily. "You okay Booth?" She asked.
"I have a hangover, bones." He told her.
"I have a really bad headache.."
"Yeah, a hangover." He told her, looking up into her blue eyes.
She gave him a look. "I obviously knew that Booth." She said.
"Touchy..."
"I don't know what that means." She said.
"You don't?" He asked. She became annoyed.
"Obviously I was very drunk, or I would never consider getting married." She muttered. He sunk back into the pillow, having no way to answer her without A.] Pissing her off, or B.] Telling her that he loves her.
"You want breakfast?" He asked quickly.
"I thought you had a hangover?" She questioned. "I doubt your in the mood to make breakfast..." She assumed.
He got up. "I'll be fine Bones." He said, rubbing his forehead.
"You don't look fine."
"It's just a hangover bones."
"You are really confusing me." She said.
"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked.
She sighed. "It doesn't matter to me."
"Okay-"
"You know, I'm surprised you're so calm about our marriage. You would normally be frantic and confused."
"I'm Mr. Calm, Bones, Mr. Calm."
"Uh huh..." She muttered unconvinced. He smiled his charm smile at her, and she had the urge to smile back, but she didn't.
"What are you hungry for?" He asked. She actually didn't feel very hungry, she felt sick. Was that the hangover?
"I'm actually not that hungry..."
"You okay Bones?"
"Yeah, just a stomach ache." She told him.
"Can I get you anything?"
"A bottle of water would be appreciated." She told him.
"Okay Bones. One water coming your way." He started to walk out.
"Wait," She said. He stopped and turned around. "You're not going to throw it at me, are you?"
"God no, Bones." He said. "Why would you think that?" He asked.
"You said it would be 'coming my way'," She air quoted his phrase and made her voice lower.
"Oh... I'll be right back with your bottle of water." He told her and walked out.
She lied back on to Booth's pillow, breathing in his scent. She had no memory of the night before, and it royally pissed her off.
"Here Bones." Booth said walking back into the room and handing her the water bottle. "Oh, you want me to open it for you?" He asked.
"I can do it on my own, Booth. I'm not helpless."
"Okay..."
"So... You're Mr. Calm." She quoted his words from before.
"Yes, I am." He told her. She raised an eyebrow.
"You should get some sleep." He commented.
"I can take care of myself, Booth." Brennan told him again.
"Okay... I just want you to get better."
"I understand that." She said, and lied her head back on the pillow.
Brennan decided to stay home that day, and Cam understood (after Booth explained the drinking). She stayed at Booth's because he just wouldn't let her leave. The next morning, she didn't feel much better, but she pretended she did, so Booth wouldn't hold her hostage again. She got up, got dressed and went to work.
When she walked through the door, Angela was waiting for her. "Bren. I want to know what happened and now." Angela said.
Brennan, who had a huge headache, didn't hear her. "What?" She asked.
"You know what I mean, Bren."
"No, I mean what did you say?" Brennan asked.
"I said, 'I want to know what happened and now'." Angela repeated.
Brennan just hung her head. She didn't know why the hell she felt like this. Hangovers can't last more than a day, could they? Maybe... Just maybe... Oh god.
To Be Continued...
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Tempe