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Seeley Booth (seeleyboothfbi) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-27 04:02:00

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arrival, complete, day 9, seeley booth, temperance brennan

Booth's Arriving.
Who: Seeley Booth
When: Day Nine, Afternoon.
What: Arrival
Where: by the beach
Rating: PG
Status: in progress

Booth felt the sand crashing on his face and immediately opened his eyes. What appeared to be a perfect beach layed in front of his eyes. Well, not entirely perfect because the sun was replaced by clouds and the wind provoked little sand hurricanes all around him. Apparently he was again dreaming about some nice vacations on the caribbean, this FBI job consumed him. Even more when crazy serial killers assault him and his partner's team. He thought for a moment of a conversation he had with his partner a few years ago, "you ever just, you know, sit on the beach, pretend there is no such things as skeletons?," he'd asked her, and his partner looked at thim not knowing what that was like. Her full life revolved around skeletons, her job and nothing else. But for him it was different. He had a kid, friends, and a good job that sometimes ended up being too demanding. "Yeah, you know, you go with someone, you joke about not going back to your real life, the two of you laugh. But, when you're alone the world is full of possibilities," he recalled.

By the time this came to his memories he was already walking through the beach trying to find somewhere to shield himself from the storm he saw coming.

"Since when my dreams are so detailed?," he wondered. The feeling of the sand under his bare foots was way too real for a dream. Because most of the times he dreamed confusing things like something about him being a sniper again and having to shoot a gigant clown to save the world, or all the squints (lab people who worked with his partner) gathered up in the Jeffersonian's lab platform looking at a some weird bones from the iron, gold, bronze, whatever name they called those ages. So this was particularly different.

He kept walking through the shore because his trained sniper gaze saw a figure on the horizon that looked like some kind of dock with a boathouse on top. Maybe he was lucky enought to find someone to take him home or maybe that was his home and in his dreams he really went out on vacations with his partner, not that he desired it but...he always wanted to take her on vacations with him to be sure that she wasn't going to work or help identifying victims in Peru and that for once in her life she could enjoy something different, "what does that proves to Sweet's, huh?" he thought with a big grin on his face that vanished pretty soon as the sand started sticking into his teeth. He was sure that they were perfectly capable of being on a totally different environment that had nothing to do with work.

Once he arrived he climbed the few stairs that separated the dock with the ground and entered the boathouse, closing the door behind him very carefully so that the wind or rain couldn't get inside.

"Hello?" he shouted but nobody returned the greeting.

"BONES?" his voice was a little bit louder now and he was starting to feel this all was too real as a he heard the thunder of a lightning falling on the middle of his not so perfect beach. "What the...!" And he made a quickly movement to cover his ears, maybe it was stupid but thunders were more scary in his dreams rather than in real life, he thought, or it was the lack of a stronger building what made him realize how impressive nature could be.

"BONES?!" he tried again, and prepared himself for another strendous noise as he saw one more lightning on the horizon.

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braver
2008-08-08 11:35 pm UTC (link)

As Booth had said once, he was a constant surprise. And the way he was looking at everything had her smiling slightly. Sometimes he shocked her by saying something very astute, or simply by understanding some of their squint speak. She shrugged at his room number. "I'm in C270, you're down the hall from me, I guess."

She glanced at the room number on his key to reaffirm that fact, then nodded to herself. When he moved to the door and glanced out at the plaque, she watched him, ready for the unholy explosion she was expecting. But all he did was sigh. "This will never be home, Booth. Not for you, not for me. I just hope we can get home soon. I miss everyone, and I don't know what is going on there. And I'm sure you want to see Parker." She glanced over at him, her blue eyes skidding over his face.

She knew that he would kill to have his son back, and she knew that he had it in him. She just didn't know who to kill in order to get what they both wanted. "Booth... what people say here. It's impossible. Planets are not sentient." She paused, then translated. "They don't think for themselves. They don't steal people from their lives and dump them in the middle of a beautiful resort." She glanced outside at the hurricane. "Well, when it isn't storming."

"Let's find your room so you can change into some dry clothes." She could see through the white dress shirt he was wearing and knew that he must be cold, standing there in it. She'd had a trench coat to keep the clothes underneath dry. She jerked her head toward yet another door that led to the C building. "C'mon."

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-09 12:07 am UTC (link)

She was right, planets can't think for themselves. He nodded after her understanding words, and he knew this wasn't easy for her too. Hell, this couldn't be easy for anyone! She offered him to go search for his room, that after all it wasn't a bad idea. He was still wet from he storm and he needed some place to relax as much as possible to go over and over again through the recent events.

Once again she led the way and they went through a door that connected this place with another building which he supposed was where the rooms were located. Everything looked so neat and shiny, the doors in the first floor were made of wood and had the numbers made of brass fixtures. Each one perfectly centered in the upper part of each door. Then it came the second floor which wasn't any different from the one where they came from and Brennan gestured towards the number 270, hers. And they arrived at the number 250, his. He had the key on his right hand so he had to open it. But instead of opening it he just stood in front of it, contemplating the door as if something mystic was hidden behind it.

No more than a couple of seconds passed after he realized he had to react, and he said "you know what? I don't like this number." Turning his head towards where she was standing and finally opening the door.

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braver
2008-08-09 12:21 am UTC (link)

As they walked down the hall and she pointed out her room and then found his, she was silent. She wasn't the chatty sort to begin with, that was more along Booth's lines. But when he went to put his key in the door, then stopped and said he didn't like the number she openly scoffed. "Too bad, I don't think you can change it. You'll have to deal with it. Just open the door, Booth."

She didn't know how to prepare him for the fact that his room was going to end up looking the way he wanted it to, even if it was a subconscious thing. She didn't know how it worked, and honestly thought that someone had prearranged her room to look the way it did. She wondered how Booth's room would look and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms and waiting for the door to swing open.

He finally opened it and she peered around the doorframe to see how it looked inside.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-09 04:35 pm UTC (link)

His room looked familiar. It had touches of his FBI office on the walls and the furniture looked like the ones he had in his own room at his, old, home. He stepped inside and inhaled deeply as if trying to feel it like home. Moving his head from side to side to not miss any detail in the room, he felt like his times as sniper recognizing the field and watching meticulously. He also noticed that she didn't came inside, she just stood outside watching him in his recognition mode, "Come inside Bones, what are you a vampire that you need to be invited in?" he tried to light the mood a little, all that tension from the previous conversation had him somehow altered.

Once in, she closed the door, and he headed to the bathroom. "Yes! It's here," he had a happy expression after noticing that he had an exact replica of his bathtub in his new bathroom, that will definitely help him relax. He than went to the closet and peered inside the drawers in search of clothing, colorful socks in the first one and shiny ties hanged tidily inside the right closet door next to his cocky belt buckle.

"I don't want to say this is amazing, but...how in hell did they managed to get my most favorite things in here?" he said approaching the nearest wall to appreciate one of the hockey framed pics on the wall. "Does you room look like your house and lab too?" He walked to wards his window and looked at the view he had, he could see the whole beach from it. Though it wasn't that impressive now because of the storm going on...he turned around and went back to the closet again, "I'll search for a t-shirt to change, okay?", he said gesturing the closet, "I need something dry on me."

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braver
2008-08-09 06:25 pm UTC (link)

"Vampires don't exist, Booth. Although, there have been people known to drink the blood of others." Not to mention eat them, in the case of the Gormagon. Something she didn't want to think about at all. She associated the Gormagon case with Zack, and the less she thought about Zack and his betrayal, the better.

She pressed her lips into a thin line and walked into his room after him. She'd been to his place a few times, and this looked like a combination of everything, including his office. She looked around with him. She hadn't been in the room of anyone else in this place and she had wondered what they looked like. But she knew Booth too well. She knew what his would look like. And she wasn't disappointed.

She smirked slightly and shook her head at the excitement in his voice. "Don't get too attached. Hopefully we won't be here long." He seemed so happy to have his tub, socks and ties. But it was hard to keep Booth down. She was a little more pessimistic than he was.

"I have no idea how they manage it. But my room is the same. It's a half lab, half apartment kind of thing. It's very strange." She nodded when he said he wanted to change. "I'm going back to my room to put my coat away. It's 270, I'll meet you there and we can go to the cafe. Knowing you, you're hungry."

She left him to change and walked down to her room. She hung up her trench coat and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was slightly smudged, so she fixed it up and tucked her hair behind her ears. She stepped out of her room in time to see him stepping out of his. She motioned with her head. "C'mon, Booth. This way."

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-15 07:32 pm UTC (link)

Finally in some dry and comfortable clothes, he exited his room to go to Brennan's as she told him before leaving his. She was already waiting for him to go to the cafe, "they better have pie Bones, because if not this planet guy and I will have a little chat," He said as he walked past her and went downstairs again. He hadn't the slightest idea where the cafe could be, he just hoped that it was inside, and not in some other building. Going out into the rain again would definitely ruin his mood, it was enough with the news of being stuck in this place.

A Golem walked in front of Booth so he waved at the figure and waited for some kind of answer, which apparently was hard to get. Brennan gave Booth a look for what he was doing and he told her, "You know? there's no need to be rude. And by the way, what's wrong with these guys?"

He waited for her to take the lead, and followed.

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braver
2008-08-16 03:52 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sure they have pie, Booth. It's a cafe. Besides, they've had everything I've ever asked for before." She followed him down the stairs to the cafe and watched Booth run his hand in front of the golem's face. She smirked when it didn't elicit a response.

"I was not being rude!" She huffed slightly, crossing her arms over her chest and slid into a booth, picking up one of the menus. She just wanted coffee and some french fries. When the golem came over to take their order she gave it and stuck the menu back at the the end of the table in the holder.

The cafe had the best coffee and french fries she'd ever had before. It upset her a little because she loved the diner so much back home. They really tried hard to get her to like it here. And she really didn't want to. She listened to his order, smirking when he ordered pie.

They passed the rest of the day in each other's company before parting ways and going to their respective rooms for the night. As much as she hated to admit it, she was glad that Booth was here with her. She couldn't think of anyone else she trusted to get them out of this horrible situation.

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