Chapter 3: Seeley Booth
Summary: “Someone had a sick sense of humor to put this guy on the list of ‘donors’.”
Challenge: #3064 ‘conception by conspiracy *non-stargate*’
Thanks to my betas: zigpal and AshDawnSoulmates.
A/N: The story will mostly be the same as it was before – just minor changes.
Timeline: The Monday after they met Leo and the Charmed Ones.
Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon / Mutant Enemy. Bones characters belong to Hart Hanson and Fox Network. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Monday, June 5th
Giles and Buffy had flown into Dulles early Sunday afternoon, but since it was the weekend, they had to wait until Monday to visit any of the four candidates in DC. There was another one nearby – the serial killer – in Baltimore, but they didn’t have any idea how to visit him, or even if they could visit him.
While they waited, Buffy filled Giles in on the orders from her mother.
Needless to say, Joyce was very displeased to hear that her daughter had been impregnated against her will. Maybe livid was a better word, though it too, was a vast understatement. She still was threatening to raise a public stink about it. Only Buffy’s plea that it would just endanger her if anyone found out she was pregnant stopped the irate mother.
Once that was settled, Joyce dragged Buffy off to the doctor…again, so that she could hear directly from him that Buffy and the baby were healthy. Then Joyce started fluttering about like a mother-hen, getting pregnancy books and prenatal vitamins, talking about baby names and which room should be the nursery.
She was floored when Buffy even suggested that she might get an abortion. But she held her tongue as best she could, and just promised to support whatever decision Buffy made. In her heart though, she prayed that she would have this chance for a grandchild. She remembered that Slayers die young, and that Buffy herself had already died once. So the chances of her daughter becoming pregnant the old-fashioned way were slim-to-none.
Therefore, her orders to Buffy were to take care of herself and the little one until she made that decision. She even sent along the books, as well as a calling card in case her cell phone didn't work and emergency credit card, in case Buffy needed anything during their trip. Funny thing was, Joyce deemed midnight ice cream – or any other craving – as an emergency in this situation. And she made Buffy promise to call every other day while they were gone.
“Hi, we’re here to see a Special Agent Seeley Booth on a personal matter,” Buffy stated politely to the receptionist. She and Giles had decided the best way to get in with these government official types was for her to ask, seeing as she was a girl and American
“Just a moment, I’ll let him know that you are here, Miss…?” the man behind the glasses prompted disinterestly.
“Summers. Buffy Summers,” she answered with a fake, toothy smile. Then she turned to her mentor to roll her eyes. They just had
pick a bunch of government types to try to knock her up with!
“Miss Summers? He’ll be down in a few minutes if you want to have a seat,” he informed her, pointing to the lounge.
“So, Giles? Do you want to do anything in town after we’re done tracking these guys down? We’re pretty lucky that they had four of the guys in the same town,” she asked as they made their way over.
He thought for a moment, then answered, “I’ve always wanted to see the Smithsonian.”
“Big surprise that you’d
pick a museum. Seriously though, it sounds like it’d be fun. Xander once told us that Archie Bunker’s chair is on display there,” she teased, figuring he wouldn’t understand the reference.
Which he didn’t. “I’m sorry, who?”
“Pop culture reference from the 70’s Giles. It was a show that was big with the social issues. That’s probably why it’s in there,” she explained kindly for once. “So how should we do this? Go with the edited truth or just say I had a one night stand with him?”
Giles wiped his glasses as he replied, “Suppose that depends on whether or not he seems like someone you would
sleep with. If he’s like some
of the pillocks that are on that list, we’ll have
to go with the truth.”
Buffy shuddered. “No kidding! I really wish she kept better records of why
these guys were picked. ‘Cause honestly, a few of them should never
procreate! Ooo, heads up, I hear someone over by the desk asking for me. Ready?”
They continued to speak quietly as the man and woman walked over to them. Unfortunately, she was blocking their view of him. Not that it mattered much since they tried to avoid obviously looking at him until he made his presence known.
“Miss Summers? I got a message that there was something personal you wished to speak with me about?” Seeley Booth asked as he stepped forward to shake her hand. He couldn’t begin to imagine what it could be. He was sure that he hadn’t met her because if he had, he certainly
would have remembered it.
She looked up at the possible daddy of her kid, working out her approach. When she saw his face though, all that came out was a squeak.
Giles wasn’t doing much better. He was almost sure it wasn’t him
because he was standing directly in the sunlight coming through the window. But it didn’t stop the shocked gasp from escaping his lips.
Doctor Brennan stared at the two people in clinical interest. Whatever they had come to talk to Booth about, it seemed clear that his appearance had thrown him. The question is why? “Are you okay?” she inquired, trying to break them out of their stupor.
Buffy cast a stricken look at her Watcher, her eyes pleading for help. She murmured something in his ear – which he nodded his agreement to – before racing toward the door leading outside.
“She’s just making a quick phone call,” he explained at their concerned and bewildered looks.
Booth sat down across from the older gentleman. “Is there a problem?”
Giles hesitated. “It’s just that you bear a striking resemblance to her ex.” He glanced at the door she exited.
“And that isn’t
the reason you two are here, is it?” Brennan ventured.
“Umm, no. But I don’t believe it’s my place to say what it is. She may not be pleased that I shared what information I already have,” he informed them nervously.
He was saved from further questions by her reappearance. She still looked quite pale from the shock, or maybe the pregnancy. Unfortunately Slayer healing didn’t pertain to morning sickness. He stood to take her hand and guide her to the couch. In a show of their changing relationship dynamic, he pulled her to his side and put his arm around her shoulder to give her emotional support.
“What did you find out?” he asked quietly.
Buffy covered her face briefly to center herself. “That he’s still there and he doesn’t know any Seeley Booth. But now he’s demanding answers as to why
I needed to know. I told him that it wasn’t any of his business anymore. Then things went downhill from there,” she trailed off emotionally.
Giles hugged her and pressed a kiss unto her forehead. “I’m so sorry, my darling girl,” he murmured. “If you want, I’ll speak to him later to make sure he leaves you alone.”
Bones hated to interrupt the two, but wasn’t sure how to leave gracefully, “Would you like to come back at another time?”
Buffy wiped away her tears and sat up. “No, this shouldn’t take too long, but it’s best if we talk in private.”
“Certainly. If you two would like to follow us upstairs,” he offered. He started to offer his hand to her, but thought better of it because of her earlier reaction and the abbreviated conversation she shared with her friend when she came back.
“I’m Dr. Temperance Brennan; I work with Agent Booth,” she introduced herself to ease the tension.
“I’m Buffy Summers as you can guess and this is my friend Dr. Rupert Giles,” Buffy replied as she shook the offered hand. Then she turned to the agent and apologized, “Hello, sorry for the breakdown earlier. I don’t know if Giles explained, but you look like my ex and we didn’t have the best of relationships. So it threw me when I saw you.”
He shook her hand carefully. “That’s quite understandable. Bad breakups can be troublesome,” he commiserated.~~~~~~
They got to the room and he shut the door after they declined the offer of refreshments.
“Okay. So here’s the deal,” Buffy started as directly as she could. She had to go with the edited truth because there was no chance in hell
she was going to pretend she slept with this Angel lookalike. “A few months ago I woke up in the infirmary of a secret government agency in my hometown. They claimed
that they were caring for me after I had gotten hurt and some of their people ran across me.”
She stood up to walk off her nervous energy. “I occasionally helped the group out, but what I didn’t
know was that the leader had this crazy plan to impregnate me with someone’s sperm. We don’t know how
she picked the ‘donors’ or how she got
the ‘donations’. And since she’s dead, we can’t really ask her. All we could find was a list of possibilities and your name was one of them.”
Booth looked very uneasy. It wasn’t that he doubted her; on the contrary, he was certain she was telling the truth. He just didn’t know how to word the next question without upsetting her. He needn’t bothered worrying because she answered his unspoken question anyway.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about the baby. Right now, I’m just trying meet the different guys so that when I find out who the dad is, I can make an informed
decision,” she said calmly.
“Okay. Is there anything you need from me until then?” he asked.
She gave him a small smile. “Not really. If you could just give us a card or something so we can call you later to let you know?” she lied smoothly. They did
need something of his for the spell but she couldn’t really tell him
“Certainly,” he agreed as he pulled one out of his pocket. He wasn’t sure who this guy was that let her go, but he considered that the guy wasn’t mentally all there. She was beautiful, poised and able to roll with some pretty big punches. Unless she was hiding some pretty big flaws, she was pretty much the perfect woman. Next to Brennan that is.
“Thanks, we’ll get out of your way now. There’s a few other guys in town we have to disturb,” she added with a dry grin.
A/N: Next up…Fox Mulder.