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skylarmoon71 · 10 months ago

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot: Extra

“There’s three guys in there!”

Hodgins sounds a bit panicked. When Booth brought the two of you to the most recent crime scene, you hadn’t actually expected assassins to show up. You’re all hiding in the bathroom.

“Booth, did you see any guns?”

He shakes his head.

You nod, reaching for the knob.

“See you on the other side.”

When you dart out the door, Hodgins looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.

“What is she doing!!” Hodgins asks quietly.

He doesn’t get an answer. Booth shakes his head when he hears the many grunts and punches. There’s a distinct sound of a table breaking. It finally quiets down.

“We’re clear.” You call.

Booth holsters his gun, pushing the door open. Hodgins follows behind, still a bit hesitant. When they break the corner, all three bodies are on the ground. One of them has his head stuck through the broken glass table. The others are groaning on the floor.

“That last one put up a fight.” You state as you rotate your arm.

“Are you freaking Wonder Woman!?”

With a shrug, you bend down, reaching into their pockets. There’s no surprise that they lack identification.

“You should probably call this in, we’ll need to question them.”

Booth just walks away with a grumble as he pulls out his phone.

“I could have helped.” He mutters dejectedly.

You smile, and Hodgins is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

By the time you all make it back to the lab Hodgins is telling some crazy story about what went down. You all have the three men in custody as the bureau continues to work at their identities.

“I swear it was like a freaking movie. She took out all three of them.” Hodgins exclaims. Angela laughs.

“You shouldn’t mess with women, am I right?”

Brennan nods in approval.

Camile chuckles.

“I guess we all have our specialties. You’re going to have to show me some moves sometime. Given how often we tend to get breached, it might come in handy.”

She’s not exactly wrong.

Your eyes stray for a second when you see the suit. You assume it’s Booth, but when you spot the face of a certain psychologist, your once confident stance changes.

“What’s the occasion?”

He jokes when he spots the small group. His eyes take a moment, but the second he sees you, his gait slightly changes.

Your silence to his question catches the attention of everyone present. Angela and Hodgins exchange a look. Camille smiles. Brennan is the only one who looks a bit unclear of what’s happening.

“I just remembered that we have to go do something. Don’t we?” Angela questions. They all nod, but Brennan still looks lost.

“What thing?” Brennan asks.

“Oh sweetie, just follow me.” Angela takes her arm, leading her away and the rest of the following suit.

Now it’s just the two of you. Your pointed glare follows your friends who have undoubtedly betrayed you.

It’s impossible to make this any less awkward.

“I should get going. Booth probably needs a hand interrogating those guys.” You finally work out.

“O-Of course, they aren’t going to interrogate themselves, am I right?” His laughter is obviously to cover up the uncomfortable atmosphere. You just give a stiff nod, turning with the intention of walking away as fast as you possibly can.

“(Y/N), wait.”

He reaches over, taking your wrist softly to stop you. The action makes you pause. You’re overly conscious of the warmth from his hand. You look up and he guides you to the side, out of the main view of others. Once he does, he seems to realize that he’s still holding you. He releases almost immediately.

“I feel like we should address this matter. The longer we prolong it the worse it’s going to get. It doesn’t exactly make for an efficiently functioning work environment.”

He’s right. But what exactly does he want you to say?

Maybe you should just pretend.

“I don’t really see a problem.”

He looks a bit confused, then he smiles.

“I see what you’re doing. By avoiding the problem you think that you could rationalize that there’s nothing between us.”

“There is nothing between us.” You reason.

“Really?”

“Really.” You confirm.

Sweets takes a step forward, and you find yourself backing up. You stumble against the wall, and his eyes search yours.

“I’ll admit that given my profession I should have seen it sooner. If you’d like to pretend that you don’t feel a thing then I can’t force you to admit it. I just want you to know that I do have feelings for you. As unprofessional as it is, I have to be honest about how I feel. “

You gulp, it’s easier to deny it when you assume these feelings are one sided. But what are you supposed to do now that he has admitted that. Sweets takes another step,and you press your hand to his shoulder, lips quiver.

“W-Wait..”

You need to be the voice of reason. If he gets any closer that won’t happen.

“We..” You take a breath to calm yourself down.

“We work together. Y-You can’t..w-we can’t…”

“That statement implies that you feel the same way.” He adds.

“I-I don’t.”

“Then you should probably push me away. You easily took down three guys, subduing me should be simple.”

So he did hear.

That’s a bit infuriating.

Why was he testing you right now?

“Damn psychologists.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Push me away (Y/N).”

He whispers.

You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down for a kiss. He’s obviously caught a bit off guard, but he reciprocates, sliding one hand against the wall as he draws you closer.

You should not be doing this. There’s so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but you’ve been dreaming about his lips for too long to stop now. Your hand moves from his collar, sliding over his chest. A soft sound escapes your lips at the feel of him, and his mouth opens as his tongue slips past your lips. You welcome it, meeting him halfway. He’s the one that moans this time and you’re almost positive you’ve never heard something more beautiful.

“Sweets?”

Booth’s voice pulls you out of your daze and you push Sweets back. He staggers, and you stare, clearly shocked. Booth pretty much gapes, and you press a hand to your lips.

“I-I have to go.” You say hurriedly as you rush past Booth.

That’s apparently your trademark now.

Running away.

“H-Hey wait sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

His words fall on deaf ears. Booth turns back to Sweets who is licking his lips, clearly still a bit thrown by the kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)? You know she can snap you like a twig right?” Booth’s words aren’t fully acknowledged.

“I have to go.”

Sweets is clearly distracted. He just walks away.

“Come on!!”

The rest of the day you try your best to limit your interactions with Sweets. You’re at least a bit grateful for Booth’s discretion. He hasn’t spread your little incident to a certain group of nosy scientists. Not that they are ignorant to what’s going on.

“So, are you going to avoid him forever?”

Booth had swung by your office, no doubt to torment you.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, I was there. I saw you shoving your tongue down the guy’s throat.”

You blush, sending him the most venomous look. Booth lifts his hands.

“Hey, I’m just saying what I saw.”

You hate that he’s right. Even more that you haven’t been able to think about much but that kiss. How good it felt. Not just to touch him, but to have those feelings reciprocated. The both of you have been working together for a few months, almost a year. In all that time you can’t believe you never noticed. Maybe you just didn’t want to. Somehow pretending to be blind made it easier.

“Sweets might be a handful, but he’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”

“Really, you’re giving me relationship advice.”

“I give good advice!” Booth defends.

“Mhmm.”

“Whatever, you could say what you want, but you must have it bad for him. Otherwise you would have floored him the second he even got within an inch of your space. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I guess this explains that little fight in the office last time. All that pent up frustration.”

“Do you want me to hit you?” Booth smiles.

“All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot. You never know what could happen.”

You hate it when he actually makes a reasonable point.

It’s irritating.

You intend to say just that, but there’s a knock on your door and someone enters. You both turn your focus.

“Hey.”

Sweets look a bit awkward, and unconsciously, you cross your legs under the desk. The heat of that kiss has returned.

Booth smirks.

“I’ll get out of the way of you two love birds.”

Booth moves to the door, giving Sweets a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t mess it up, shrink.”

Nothing else is said. The door closes and you stand. You feel like you should make a run for it again.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology wasn’t where you saw the conversation going.

“I shouldn’t have made a move on you like that. It was unprofessional.” He runs a hand over the back of his head.

“I was the one who kissed you.”

He nods, a bashful smile on his face.

“You did, but I didn’t exactly stop it.”

You fidget.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You finally admit.

He looks at you, and you can tell just from his expression that he’s picturing it. Kissing you, touching you. Your face must look quite the same.

Just looking at him seems to be too much. You clear your throat, breaking contact.

“Listen, I like my job. It’s the first time in years that I feel like I’m doing something good that doesn’t compromise my values.”

He knows you’re referring to your time in the navy.

Sweets nods.

“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

You shake your head, and you will yourself to take a step closer. He meets your gaze when you’re directly in front of him.

“I’ll admit that everything about this, it terrifies me. But someone wise just told me that it’s better to take a chance. I’d like to give this a try, if that’s something you’re interested in. “

“I am!”

His immediate response isn’t what you expect. Sweets swallows, running a hand down his tie.

“I mean I’d like to see where this goes too.”

You smile.

“Whatever happens from here on out, I just need to know that it won’t affect our work. It’s not like I’m planning for this to implode in our faces. But we need to be realistic. This job needs to take precedence regardless of what happens in the future.”

“I agree. No matter what, we always get the job done.”

Sweets holds out his hand for you to shake. You can’t stop smiling at the gesture.

“I guess I know why you’re called Sweets.”

His brows furrow.

“Why do you think they-”

You step forward, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. His eyebrows shoot up, hands automatically going around your waist. You grin against his lips and he spins around, pressing you against the door. The collision has you humming, and his expression softens and he slides both to your cheeks, trying to taste as much as he possibly can from your lips.

You have absolutely no complaints.

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skylarmoon71 · 9 months ago

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Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 3

Bickering in the Jeffersonian is almost like your cup of coffee in the morning. You can’t help but smile when Booth and Brennan go back and forth about their perspectives on a chosen topic. You’re all standing over the most recent victim’s remains. Going over possible scenarios. Hodgins and Angela have made great progress and Brennan is trying to discourage Booth from conjecture.

Her mortal enemy.

“It’s a theory, Bones. I’m not saying an actual samurai slashed this guy in half.”

“Good, because we’re not certain that’s what happened.”

You smile. This has become the best part of your life. Being around these intelligent and interesting people.

“Well, we’re still waiting for Hodgins to get the results from the last scrap of evidence. Until then let’s just assume that there is a potential for samurais. “ Camile jokes.

You’re about to give your own little note on what it could be, but all of their bodies become stiff. You pause. It’s apparent that they aren’t stiff per se.

They are frozen.

So is everything and everyone else in the lab.

Your eyes harden.

“Show yourself.”

This isn’t any old sorcerer.

A figure steps from around the corner and you walk down the short flight of stairs, eyes fixed on his gait. He’s wearing a hood, head bent. You can’t see his eyes. Not at first.

The green cloak isn’t something you recognize. When he finally lifts his head, those emerald hues are glowing.

“Who are you?”

You’re at a distance, but you stand your ground.

“Who I am doesn’t really matter. Who you are is what’s more important.”

You don’t like this. As powerful as you are, picking a fight with this being is reckless. His presence emits power that throws you off.

“I’m not here to cause any problems. “

“Forgive me if I’m not the most trusting. Why did you do this? What do you want?”

“I only want to return a favor.”

You mean to ask exactly what he’s talking about, but the sound of footsteps in the distance breaks your focus.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s Sweets.

He looks around the room clearly confused and you’re just as puzzled.

“How are you..”

You don’t understand why Sweets isn’t frozen like everyone else.

That being turns to him, and something about Sweet’s entire posture changes. He looks more sure. Less like a psychologist and more like a god.

“Is it time, Spectre?” Sweets questions.

“It is.”

Now you’re completely lost.

“What is going on!!” You demand.

Sweets turns to you and something about his expression is very disarming. He walks over to you, and when he reaches out and takes your hand, it feels different.

“I apologize for deceiving you, it was never my intention.”

The familiarity behind his gaze has struck you. Your breath comes out ragged, because it’s hard to believe.

Process.

“Ae..ther…?”

His smile is hesitant. He takes your hand, leaving a kiss on it like he’d done so many times in the past.

“I was certain after the war I would cease to exist. But I was fortunate. Rewarded for my part in maintaining humanity. I wanted nothing more than to tell you. The first day you walked through that door I was grateful, but I could not reveal myself. "

A single tear streams down your cheek and he lifts his hand, wiping it away.

“I’m sorry for the pain I’ve put you through (Y/N).”

How can you ever be mad? You both fought on the same side during that war. There had been so many. Being immortal felt like torture when you knew that the one person you would have gladly died for would not be with you.

“I’m the one who asked him to keep his identity a secret.” Spectre says. You turn.

“You and I are the same. We understand the bigger picture of humanity. My duty is to protect the balance. You’ve done the same here on earth. The least I could do was make your journey less lonely. The universe helps its protectors. You both deserve the ending that you were robbed off. I know what it’s like to live without the one you care most about.”

You can see his sincerity as well as his understanding. You aren’t sure what to say to convey your gratitude. He’d literally given you the one thing that you’ve wanted most in the world.

“T-Thank you…Thank you so much Spectre.”

He smiles.

“You can call me Oliver.”

Sweets is wearing a similar smile.

“Thank you for all you’ve done. Truly. Being here with her, it’s all that I’ve ever wanted. “ Sweets expresses.

You only ever dreamed about the same.

“I’m the one that should be thanking the both of you. Keep fighting the good fight, I’ll be around.”

The ring of light that sparks again in his irises catches your attention. Oliver gives a small wave, and just like that, it all restarts. Bodies start moving around the institute as if nothing happened and Oliver is gone.

“So, what did you guys need me for?”

Sweets turns to the rest of the team that smiles at his words. You’re still in a bit of awe. Learning what you did.

“Hey, everything alright (Y/N)?” Booth calls from his spot.

You turn to Sweets who gazes at you innocently.

Reaching over, you grab the lapels of his shirt as you pull him in for a heated kiss. You hear the sounds of surprise. A few whistles, but you don’t care. He’s clearly caught off guard. It takes a moment, but he finally reciprocates, arms curling around your body as he pulls you flush against him. It’s definitely unprofessional to have a full on make out session right in the middle of your job, but you could care less. After what feels like an eternity, you pull away, breathing heavily. His eyes search yours, licking his lips.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.” You whisper.

He nods, still dazed.

“Yes, of course…”

You finally release your hold, turning to the rest of them.

“So what do we know?” You say casually.

They all seem to be recovering from what just happened. It might be a shock for all of them, but you’ve never been happier.

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