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Summary: Booth, Bones, and the Squints find themselves in interesting situations with Buffy, Willow, and the Fang Gang post-NFA. Darn those inconvenient portals...

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Television > Bones > Multiple PairingsMaeveBranFR1854,7591129,39921 Aug 0616 Oct 06Yes

Dr. and Mr. O'Connor

Title: Mixed Up Marriages: Dr. and Mr. O'Connor

Author: Maeve Bran

Rating: FR18

Summary: Dr. Temperance Brennan and Angel find themselves in an interesting situation in a Hell dimension.

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Angel or Bones.

Notes: This is complete CRACK and not part of any series I have going. It is the second of five stories that tie together for the Marriage Law Ficathon.

A month or so after Buffy and Booth were married, they were walking around the site where they had landed from the portal when a big blue swirly thing appeared and out fell Angel and Dr. Temperance Brennan. Before either Booth or Buffy could speak, Angel had grasped Brennan's elbow and helped her up. The same field workers who had spotted Booth's and Buffy's illegal contact, spotted this one as well. Before the quartet really knew what was going on, Angel and Brennan were married and escorted to their own living quarters with the reminder of the video cameras, and then left alone.

Silence reigned for a solid five minutes. Part of that time, Tempe spent getting rid of the wedding veil and gloves. Then the silence became too much for Angel.

"I guess we should talk. I don't know about you, but I don't just jump into bed with someone I don't really know," Angel said as an icebreaker. "At least not any more," he clarified.

"I don't either. Although if you were to ask Booth, he'd probably call me promiscuous," Tempe answered as she sat down on the white wicker and heavily cushioned couch.

Angel ambled over and set in the matching chair at right angles to her. "Does it bother you that I look like him?" he asked, to get the most uncomfortable question out of the way.

"No. I have no idea where you got the idea that it would," she almost snapped. "I honestly don't have feelings for Booth other than friendship and respect."

"I had to ask," Angel defended himself. Then he warned her," My relationships the last few years haven't turned out that well."

"Neither have mine," Tempe agreed.

"But you didn't have your girlfriend send you to Hell for a couple of hundred years did you?" Angel asked, lightly.

"No girlfriends and no boyfriends have sent me to Hell for any length of time," she responded. "You win in the lousy relationship department."

"Yeah, the relationship with Buffy was a dozy. But she had no choice at the time; it was either me or the whole world got sucked into hell, so I don't blame her," Angel said by way of explanation.

"You will have to explain that one sometime, but not now," Brennan said, a little afraid of what the whole story might be. For now, all she wanted was to get the whole thing over with so they could move on with finding a way home. Then she remembered something. "You had to stay out of sunlight back home or you would catch on fire, yet we got here in the middle of the day and walked all the way here and no flames. Why?"

"Different dimensions mean the sunlight is different and doesn't react with vampire physiology. If this place is like Pylea, if I were to go vamp, I'd turn into a terrible monster. Not the one with fangs and ridges on the forehead, but a true demon. I would not be really able to control the change like I do back home. Just be warned. It may happen if we end up in a fight to leave," Angel cautioned. "I don't mean to scare you but you should know."

"I've trekked through Tibet avoiding the Chinese Army and I've survived being a captive of an El Salvadorian guerrilla. I think I can handle whatever you become," Brennan replied with a great deal of confidence

Angel gave her a look of both respect and doubt. Respect for what she had survived and doubt of her ability to deal with the Angel monster.

"I think we should be working on how to get home. You said you've been to another one of these dimensions before. How did you get home then?" Brennan asked.

Angel was uncomfortable with the question. It reminded him of the first time he'd met Fred. She had been crazy from being captive for five years. It saddened him that sweet, crazy Winifred Burkle had become Illyria, god-king of the Universe. But Brennan's question deserved an answer. "A friend figured out how to operate the portal. And no, I do not expect her to fall through the portal. She is no longer with us. Illyria took over her body and burned her soul out," Angel finally answered flatly.

"All right. We'll have to figure something else out then," Brennan said realizing the loss was to recent. She may despise psychology, but even she could tell when someone was in pain. It took her a while to realize it but she could feel a friend's pain. Angel may not be precisely a friend but he was her husband now. Which reminded her of something. "We probably should get on with this," she said, gesturing to the bed.

Angel looked embarrassed and nodded. He came over to her and grabbed her in his arms. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then kissed her. Soon they were naked and laying on the bed. They both had long ago given up on the idea that sex and eternal love went together, so were able to enjoy what came next without any guilt.

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