http://doesnt-vomit.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] doesnt-vomit.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-08-21 08:13 am
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The Perk, Friday Morning

Brennan supposed she should hold office hours one last time in case anyone wanted to check on their grades, but sitting in her now-cleaned office just made her impatient. She pinned a note to the door letting anyone who wanted her know where she'd be and took off for the coffee shop in town, where she, her laptop, and her large iced hazelnut coffee occupied a nice place in the window.

It had been, she reflected, a good summer. She'd finished a book that her editor loved (apparently writing the sex scenes during hormone week really helped her prose style), seen mutant alligators, met what she had to believe was a real angel, and had a couple not-bad date-like-things. She'd almost miss the place.

Her phone beeped with a text message. Booth. Check your email. We got a floater down in the Chesapeake. He'll be in the lab for you tonight.

That was one of the better welcome-home gifts she could imagine.

[OOC: Brennan's last post in Fandom and, thus, completely open.]

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2009-08-21 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Irulan entered the Perk for coffee and spotted Dr. Brennan. "Good morning!"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2009-08-21 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's doing very well and I finished reading your book," she told her. "And how goes the teaching?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2009-08-21 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Back to..." Irulan paused, trying to remember, "the Jeffersonian?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2009-08-21 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Irulan inclined her head, "Thank you. Are you leaving for good?"