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My Best Friend

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Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Temperance Brennan/Angela Montenegro
Warning: Femslash, possible crap fic due to the fact that I wrote it in about five minutes. I has feeling kinda crazy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, wish I did, But nothing is mine.
Word Count: 1,345
Rating: PG
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My Best Friend
by Dragontamerno3, me, Steffy - how ever you want to say it

Temperance Brennan is my best friend, my partner in crime and soon to be my lover. She just doesn't know that last part yet. You see, I've had feelings for that oddly detached genius for some time, but seeing as how she is detached, she didn't pick up on the signs. I just hope she is as open to the possibility of an `us' as she is with most of the other cultures she comes across.

Anyways, my plan is to get her loose, and by `loose', I mean drunk. I know, I know, it's not the best of plans, but hell, it's the only one I got. This of course will only work if I can get her to go out with me. Pardon the pun, please, it's not intentional.

I walked over to her office and knocked on the already open door to see her sitting there at her computer desk, typing away. She didn't even look up as I walked in and stood next to her. I stood there a moment, hoping she'd give me a sign that she knew I was there. Nothing. This would be a little harder that I thought it was going to be. "Sweetie, why don't..." I didn't even get a chance to finish; I trailed off when I realized she wasn't listening. Sighing again, I picked up one of the ever-present files from her desk and placed it in her line of vision.

"Hey! Angela, what are you doing?" She asked, a little huffy, but more or less shocked that I was standing there.

"Offering to buy you drinks," I said, standing up straight.

"I can't. I have a lot of work to do," Tempe replied, avoiding my gaze.

"I'm not taking a 'no' for an answer," I replied, knowing full well that I would indeed take no as an answer if she was the one who said it. She had that way about her - you can't force her to do anything

I watched as her shoulders slumped in defeat, making me immediately regret even choosing tonight of all nights to get smashed. "Alright, let me just finish this little bit, send it off to my editor and then I will join you for drinks." As her words made their way to my ears the guilt dissolved. So I sat down and waited.

As promised, she soon shut down her computer, stood, and stretched, giving me a slight peek of what I would hopefully see all of later that evening. She smiled and grabbed her coat before signaling me to leave first.

I drove to a bar called Purple Moonlight. I'll let you decide what kind of bar it was. I'm not even sure myself, but I know they have the best drinks, the best people and the best prices. Tempe talked the whole time there about Booth and the latest case. I am ashamed to say that while she was babbling on, the normal babble I loved to pay attention to only because she makes such cute faces... Well, I wasn't listening this time.

I was trying to work up my nerve the whole time there. I caught a few words here and there, about a woman... maybe she said child... wait, did she just say monkey? No way! I sighed, giving up on the mind-blowing equation as to how a monkey was involved. Instead I just parked, got out, opened her door for her and was greeted with a very visible blush. "Ang..." She said quietly, and left an awkward silence after.

"Come on, we've gots us some drinks inside awaiting." I said, joking, and watching her twitch at the poor use of the English language.

We walked in, and I smiled at the familiar sounds of a familiar bar; Tempe, however, stayed close. Ordering our drinks, we sat at the bar and she began to rattle on and on about how amazing Booth was or how smart Zack was, or even Jack. She drained the first round and ordered another without hesitation.

It didn't take long for her to get buzzed enough for her speech to be slurred. I myself felt nothing, because I had only sipped my first drink. It wasn't that I didn't want to be drunk at that moment, I really did; it's because I knew if I was drunk I'd forget everything and I'd hate myself for it. No, there will be no forgetting tonight.

Sometime during the night she stopped ordering, or maybe it was the bartender that cut her off, I don't know, but I was forced to pay for her drinks and take her home. But instead of going to her place, we went back to my apartment.

Stumbling in the door, she fell onto my couch. "Sweetie, we need to get you to the bedroom. The couch is no place for you to sleep. Come on, honey," I said and she nodded in understanding. I got her up and we stumbled into my bedroom only to fall once again, but this time it was onto my bed.

"Angela, I'm drunk," My friend said. I only laughed and nodded. She slid higher onto the bed to get comfortable, laying her head on my pillows. I took off her shoes, listening to her giggle a little at the action. Her shoes where followed by her socks and her pants. But as I folded her pants and placed them on a chair, I heard a slight rattling noise coming from my bed and I chuckled softly. My best friend, partner in crime and soon to be lover had passed out on my bed.

Smiling, I changed into my pajamas, climbed into bed next to her and wrapped my arm around her. Giving her a small kiss on the temple, I whispered good night and feel asleep cuddling her.

I woke up with a start because Tempe woke with a start. She sat up next to me, causing my arm to bend in the most inappropriate way. Fighting back the urge to scream in pain I grabbed her me before she could use one of those super cool powers or karate moves she has. Calming down slightly, she smiled at me, but the smile didn't last long. "Angela, what happened last night? Why am I in hung over in your bed instead of my own?"

"Look, sweetie..." I began, trying to find the right words to explain my love for her. But I didn't need to. No, she found the worst words and said them for me.

"Angela, I'm sorry. I apologize for whatever I must have done to you last night." She blushed and looked down at her hands.

"Must have done?" I asked, trying hard to understand what she meant.

"I took advantage of you in your drunken state, and in my drunken state I could no longer hold back these inappropriate feelings." She explained. I opened my mouth to try and ask her what she meant, but I'm sure I only looked like fish out of water. "No, don't, I understand completely. I was way out of line to jeopardize our friendship in such a manner. I can only hope you forgive me."

"Forgive you? Inappropriate feelings? Sweetie, can you stop right there and rewind a little? What are you talking about?" I asked, still holding fish-like qualities.

"Our first sexual encounter, which happened because of all the alcohol I consumed last night. I could no longer hold back, as Zack would put it, my `urges'. Because I find you very attractive, Angela, I have done a horrible thing."

"Nothing happened, Tempe. You got drunk, crawled into my bed and passed out. We are both fully clothed, besides, you'd remember having sex with me." I said, winking. She looked at me, then at her hands, then back again. Before she could open her mouth, I spared her the awkwardness that follows an embarrassing situation such as this. I leaned forward and kissed her. "Now then, sweeties, let's see if we can't do something about them urges."

 

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