seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-10-09 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, seeley booth |
Who: Buffy and not Angel Booth
What: Booth gets home from Philly and finds a teen Buffy. Awkward.
When: Sunday morning (slightly forward dated)
Where: community kitchen
Warnings: tba!
Vacation was quite possibly exactly what he needed. Before he left he hadn't been sleeping. He'd been worrying about demons and the apocalypse, and Sam discovering Bela that he'd literally done nothing but stress and not sleep. He almost hadn't wanted to come back. What would really be the harm in just staying in Philly? Miss the apocalypse? Oh noes. How ever would he forgive himself for that.Part of him had wished he did, but of course he wouldn't. His hero complex wasn't easy to ignore. He knew he had to help out. He couldn't just abandon the complex. It wasn't in him. Any sane person probably would have taken the easy way out, but not Booth. He had things to do. He was in Kansas for a reason, a higher purpose. He really believed it, and so come early Sunday morning he was on a plane heading back to Lawrence.
The airport was crowded per usual. He flew through security thanks to his FBI status at least. Air ports were the second worst places to be in the history of the world.The first place was the DMV. He wondered if that was what hell was going to be like. Standing in line at the DMV. No. Bad. He just got off of vacation. He was supposed to be relaxing, not letting all the stress flood over him again. He knew it was likely Martha would want to see him when he got back, and she probably would so his active status could be replaced with the Feds. Booth claimed his luggage and hailed a cab. He didn't take it directly to the complex. He didn't want to reveal the location. Instead he took it to about a block away. He paid the guy and started the trek back down the familiar streets of Kansas to his place.
He was starving. Airplane food was never good, he refused to eat it. He practically jogged up the stairs leading to the lobby and nudged his way in, holding onto his duffle bag. The one good thing about traveling in Lawrence? He didn't own a lot of stuff. He checked one bag so he wouldn't have to worry about his stuff getting smashed, and that was the end of that. He made a bee line for the kitchen and dumped his bag on a chair. Immediately he turned to dig through the fridge. It was still early, so english muffins were good. He pulled them out, a couple of eggs, and the juice and started putting things together.