seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-02-10 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | eliot spencer, seeley booth |
Who:Booth and Eliot
What: An encounter of the random kind.
When: Wednesday afternoon after picking up Angela.
Where: the apartment complex
Warnings: TBA, though probably none..
Booth was overwhelmed and wanted to let off some steam. Normally he chased down bad guys, or went to Royals Diner, but in this place he had neither option. It was starting to get to him. A cranky sigh escaped his lips as he paced the kitchen and rubbed a hand through his hair impatiently. Angela was there. It should have been easy to explain everything to her, but she was the most difficult. The most normal of all the squints he worked with. He didn't want to break that normality. So he was trying one step at a time, and hoping she didn't discover the boards, or the internet where bad things existed. He could protect her, but not from everything. He wasn't God. He couldn't be everywhere at once. He had super speed, but he didn't even want to tell her all about that yet. He just prayed she didn't figure it out the hard way.
Maybe he was being to protective. Sheltering her, she was an adult. But she was his people. In this world he saw her as his responsibility. When Bones was there it was the same with her. He was fiercely protective of his team and it didn't help that he didn't have all the facts. He wasn't a demon hunter, he didn't know how to even start believing in them. And he didn't want to panic. Panicking would not only give him a worse headache than he already had, but would make her feel unsafe, and that was the last thing he wanted. He would always make sure she was comfortable and happy. It was his job. Maybe not directly, but he was the type of man who couldn't just turn his back and let her on her own.
That put pressure on him and was forcing him to deal with everything faster than he would have liked. On the kitchen table there was a vintage car magazine. Opened to a random page Booth hadn't even looked at since it fell open on the table after picking the forensic artist up. He didn't have the stomach to sit down and just pretend things would be fine. Demons and possession were a very real danger. And to Booth it seemed like an impossible situation.