Don't Even Say It

Don't Even Say It


DISCLAIMER: Little h/c


SEQUEL?: Not specifically, no

ARCHIVE?: Sure, just let me know where!

SUMMARY: Brennan owwies, but Jesse's there

FEEDBACK?: Yes, please! Feedback feeds the writing muse :)

NOTES: Just a cozyish little h/c


God, I hate seeing him like this...hunched over in pain, moving slowly as every muscle in him protests the movement, face pale and tight as he limps towards the bed.

A low gasp spills from his lips as he slowly pulls off his clothes, dropping them onto the floor with a shaky hand until he stands naked, swaying slowly as the dim light highlights every bruise littered across his body, every scarring cut.

"Don't even say it," he sighs wearily as he shakily lowers himself onto the bed, curling up into himself. "I'm not going to the damn med lab. I'll be fine."

"Brennan, you lost a lot of blood, you-"

"Look, drop it or get out, okay?" he growls. "Adam checked me in the helix, and I'm fine. The last thing I need is to spend the night in that damn icebox that passes for an infirmary, all right? I'm fine, I'm just cold...." he sighs, his teeth rattling slightly as he struggles to pull the covers up over him.

"You're cold because you lost a lot of blood," I scowl as I step forward, pulling the blankets over him.

"Yeah? Well, turn up the damn heat then," he glares as he stares defiantly up at me, stubbornly holding onto the covers like he thinks I'm about to take them away.

I can't help but laugh a little as he glares up at me, his face screwed up in a petulant pout, and I can't resist.

"What was that for?" he asks, surprised, as I pull back, the sound of the kiss resounding in the room as I strip down.

"You're such a brat," I smile as I slip under the covers next to him after turning off the light. "C'mere."

"Jess, I'm really not in the mood for-"

"I'm just going to warm you up," I sigh as I wrap myself around him, feeling the cool and swollen flesh in my arms as I hold him as tightly as I dare. "You're such a grouch when you get cold."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Oh, fuck you," he grumbles, even as he burrows deeper into me and the covers.

"Maybe I'll even let you," I smile. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Sounds good," he says sleepily, a soft little purr escaping him as I stroke his hair, feeling him relaxing against me. "Look, I'm sorry for being such an assho-"

"Don't even say it," I smile as I hold him closer. "Everything's going to be okay...."



Created on ... April 25, 2003