You Can't Hide
Title: You Can't Hide
Rating: FR 13
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, Ffnet
Series: FFA Madness #17
FFA Pairing: Faith/Temperance Brennan
Summary: Faith introduced Bones to the supernatural side of things and now she wants more answers
Author's Note: I'm really excited about my FFA collection now- think I'll end up having close to 70 stories here by the time I'm done...all these wonderful pairings that have my muses jumping up and down in excitement. You can also track my progress on this and my other stories at my Nevernormal.com blog, if you are so inclined.
Booth closed his phone as he glanced over towards Brennan. “Looks like the director has something he wants me to look at real quick, so can I have you try and talk to the girl first?” he asked, wincing when he saw the look on his partner's face.
“Booth, you know I'm not great at talking to witnesses, plus-”
“Look, Bones, it'll be ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. I just need you to keep this chick relaxed until I get back, okay? I mean, play up the 'she saved your life' angle or something. I know you can think of something.”
Temperance had deer in the headlights look to her, but Booth knew he needed these few moments for Bones to put her at ease before he played his trump card. Now to hope it worked.
Faith looked up from the bar, rag in hand, as Tempe walked into the pub. Dusty and smelling of stale beer, booze, and the slight aroma of the burgers on special that day, Haven was a bar Faith had fought tooth and nail to maintain just outside of DC. Thanks to the connections Willow had, she'd had the property blessed and soon became known for her nonviolent policy. The few true mundanes that came through tended to be early visitors and rather tame. It was more of a late night demon crowd, so right now, at three in the afternoon, it was just Bones and herself.
Setting the rag down and wandering over to where Bones had sat down, she grabbed a beer and twisted it open before walking around and sitting down next to the scientist. “I take it you're doing better now?” she asked, taking a sip.
Brennan looked down at her hands for a moment before looking up and nodding. “Yes, and thank you again for saving my life.”
Faith shrugged and took another swig. “Still don't know what a doc like you was doing in that lot- I mean, it's nasty business just being white in certain parts of DC,” she said with a chuckle.
Bones shrugged herself. “I had non choice- we were investigating some bones that had been discovered in that alley, and I needed to go back for more exemplars when that....man-”
“Vampire, honey. I know you tested the dust from it- and what happened?” Faith coaxed, a small grin on her face.
“That the carbon dating put the man at over two hundred years old. I would think carbon-14 error, but I repeated the test twice with the same results,” Temperance reported, her bewilderment plain.
Faith shook her head. “Yeah babe, only way for someone to be that old is vamped out.”
“Not entirely,” someone said from behind them and Bones thanked Diety that Booth was finally here. Which was why she was startled when Faith jumped up, ran over to Booth and punched him right in the jaw, knocking him down onto the floor. The FBI agent lay back on his elbows for a moment, working his jaw back and forth for a moment before starting back up, massaging his jaw a bit.
“Still pack a punch, eh, Faith?” he asked to the bartender still facing him in a fighting stance.
“What the fuck, Angel? Nobody could find you; Connor and Illyria said they saw you DIE!” she screamed at the former vampire.
Booth rubbed his neck. “Yeah, well, Connor wasn't wrong- I did die, but that's how the Shanshu Prophecy came to pass. I woke up to find Whistler there, telling me how they'd done it- given me a WHOLE new life. I even have family and friends and a good job again,” he explained as Brennan just grew more and more confused.
Faith cocked an eyebrow as she leaned back against the bar and grabbed her beer again. “So your old friends were no good to you anymore then?” she asked bitingly.
Seeley held his hands up in surrender. “Look, in my defense, I wasn't sure the Powers hadn't done something similar to what Vail had done with that whole thing with Connor. I'm sorry, Faith, if I'd known-”
“You would have still sent me in because you were afraid,” Bones commented in a sudden moment of clarity. “Either she'd mad at you for not coming or she doesn't remember you at all.”
Booth hung his head. “Yeah, something like that, and knowing there was a chance of you not knowing me and with all I did to try and help you...” he petered off as Faith choked back a sob and hugged him with all her Slayer strength.
Tempe couldn't make out all of it between the mumbles and the crying, but understood there were apologies and promises and a good bit of swearing. Faith finally leaned back, wiping away at the tears still seeping from her eyes and mock glared at him. “You do know this means the whole Gang'll have to be called. Yeah, you may be alive and all, but a Fed we can use is still a good thing,” she commented while Booth rolled his eyes.
Jerking a thumb in Brennan's direction, she said “She got read in on the basic supernatural crash course when those vamps attacked her, but I take it you'll finish what I started?”
Seeley looked over to where his lover stared at him with wounded eyes and sighed heavily. “Yeah, I'll take care of it,” he said resignedly, making a mental note to call Dr. Wyatt for backup as he made his way over to Brennan and simply hugged her.