Fic: Call Him (Brennan/Booth, Angela)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Call Him
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Brennan/Booth, Angela
Prompt: #003 HAND PHONE; CELL PHONE; MOBILE PHONE a call from heaven
Word Count: 362
Rating: G
Summary: Booth has done bad. Angela attempts to talk Brennan into talking to him.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_angsts. February 8.
The phone rings.
Once. Twice. Three times. Four.
Her heart pounds heavily with each shrill squeal.
Five times. Six times. Seven-
“Are you going to pick that up, sweetie?” Angela asks her with a gentle smile.
She shakes her head fiercely and clenches her jaw. No. She’s not. Nothing will make her pick up the damn phone and answer it. Not after what he did. Not after what she’s gone through because of it.
“Brennan? Tempe?”
Again she moves her head from side to side though this time more slowly. “No, Ange. I can’t talk to him. Not now.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Her tone is condescending but undeniably caring.
She frowns. “Does it matter?”
Angela offers her best look that suggests it does.
“Forget that. Why do you care?”
“I’m your friend, Brennan. That’s what friends’ are for. You’re going to pick up the phone and talk to him and you’re going to yell and scream and sort things out.”
“But I don’t want to yell and scream and –
The phone stops ringing.
“Yes you do.”
“What makes you say that?”
Angela gives her a look that tells her that it should be obvious. Still, she stands with her question.
“Ange. Tell me.”
“You two are meant to be together, Brennan. I knew it since the first day I saw you in the same room. You’re soul mates. I know you don’t believe in that sort of thing but it’s true. You’re two halves of a whole.”
She sighs heavily and shakes her head. “I don’t know, Ange,” she admits.
“Call him back.”
“But I –“
“You won’t know unless you call him.”
“I,” she starts again. “I...fine. I’ll call him.”
Angela beams and hurriedly retrieves and passes her the phone. “Go. Talk. And Brennan?”
“Yeah?”
“Give him a chance to explain. Things might not be as clear as they seem to you.”
She considers her friend for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay.” She turns to leave. At the last moment she pauses and glances back over her shoulder. “Thank you, Ange.”
“Any time. Now go! Call him.”
She allows a small smile onto her face and nods. “That’s the plan.”
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Brennan/Booth, Angela
Prompt: #003 HAND PHONE; CELL PHONE; MOBILE PHONE a call from heaven
Word Count: 362
Rating: G
Summary: Booth has done bad. Angela attempts to talk Brennan into talking to him.
Notes: Written for
30_angsts. February 8.The phone rings.
Once. Twice. Three times. Four.
Her heart pounds heavily with each shrill squeal.
Five times. Six times. Seven-
“Are you going to pick that up, sweetie?” Angela asks her with a gentle smile.
She shakes her head fiercely and clenches her jaw. No. She’s not. Nothing will make her pick up the damn phone and answer it. Not after what he did. Not after what she’s gone through because of it.
“Brennan? Tempe?”
Again she moves her head from side to side though this time more slowly. “No, Ange. I can’t talk to him. Not now.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Her tone is condescending but undeniably caring.
She frowns. “Does it matter?”
Angela offers her best look that suggests it does.
“Forget that. Why do you care?”
“I’m your friend, Brennan. That’s what friends’ are for. You’re going to pick up the phone and talk to him and you’re going to yell and scream and sort things out.”
“But I don’t want to yell and scream and –
The phone stops ringing.
“Yes you do.”
“What makes you say that?”
Angela gives her a look that tells her that it should be obvious. Still, she stands with her question.
“Ange. Tell me.”
“You two are meant to be together, Brennan. I knew it since the first day I saw you in the same room. You’re soul mates. I know you don’t believe in that sort of thing but it’s true. You’re two halves of a whole.”
She sighs heavily and shakes her head. “I don’t know, Ange,” she admits.
“Call him back.”
“But I –“
“You won’t know unless you call him.”
“I,” she starts again. “I...fine. I’ll call him.”
Angela beams and hurriedly retrieves and passes her the phone. “Go. Talk. And Brennan?”
“Yeah?”
“Give him a chance to explain. Things might not be as clear as they seem to you.”
She considers her friend for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay.” She turns to leave. At the last moment she pauses and glances back over her shoulder. “Thank you, Ange.”
“Any time. Now go! Call him.”
She allows a small smile onto her face and nods. “That’s the plan.”
