Squint Squad Unite!

[hopenight]

Title: Squint Squad Unite!
Author: hopenight
Rating: PG-13
Warning: interogation of the romantic kind
Fandom(s): Merlin, Bones
Pairing: Merlin/Sweets
Word Count: 1, 281
Summary: Merlin meets the Squint Squad. Then gets left alone with them.
A/N: Eighth in the Pretty Damn Close Verse. I have the flu. (Not Swine) So due to boredom and being waaay tooo doped up. I'll updating rather rapidly until I am well.

 

 

“Alright! Alright! I give! Zombieland kicked total ass,” laughed Lance brightly as they walked down the quiet D.C. Street to the diner.

“Annnnnd?” prompted Merlin grinning like the Cheshire cat. Lance huffed and mock glared. The sorcerer grinned wider.

“And I should thank my totally hot, amazingly smart, oh-so talented boyfriend for convincing me to see it. Even though I’m sure Surrogates would totally have been fine as well.”

“Its Bruce Willis, Lance,” pointed out Merlin.

“Well duh perfect make out movie,” pointed out the psychiatrist, “All the explosions? I would have totally rocked your world.”

Merlin snorted and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Lance flushed lightly at the gentle pressure around his waist. The immortal pressed a kiss to Lance’s temple.

“What you would do? Kiss me every time there was an explosion?”

“You know it,” grinned the psychiatrist.

“I actually kind of like that idea.”

“See? This is why you let your doctor boyfriend decide.”

“Technically I have five doctorates.”

Lance stopped in his tracks and stared at his boyfriend in wide eyed disbelief. Merlin smirked slightly.

“Mate, I’ve been alive for how long? I got bored.”

“That’s still amazing, Merlin! In what?”

“Well let’s see…,” Merlin paused as he opened the door to the diner. Before he could list off the degrees he had obtained over the years, someone called out to Lance.

“Sweets! Sweets!”

“Agent Booth?”

Merlin turned and saw several people, presumably those that he worked with at the Jeffersonian, gathered around two tables pushed together. The diner’s staff seemed bemused by their antics.

“What are you doing here, Sweets?”

“Um I’m on a date.”

“You dog!” cried a curly haired man eagerly, “Where is she?”

“This’ll be interesting,” murmured Merlin as he appeared at Lance’s side. He wrapped his arms around the psychiatrist’s waist and resting his head on the shoulder. Lance glared at Merlin knowing that his face had taken on a pinkish tinge.

“Um guys…this is my erm boyfriend,” said Lance looking slightly uncomfortable. His eyes went to his shoes and he shifted slightly.

“Merlin Emerson a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Hey! You’re the guy that rescued the ambassador’s daughter.”

Now it was Merlin’s turned to flush.

“Look it was nothing okay? Nice to see you again Agent Booth, Doctor Brennan.”

“Would you like to join us?” asked the forensic anthropologist.

“What do you say, Lance?”

“Sure. Have you ordered yet?”

“No not yet,” assured a pretty woman with long dark hair, “I’m Angela by the way, Angela Montenegro.”

Merlin took the offered hand and gently pressed his lips to her knuckles.

“A pleasure Miss Montenegro.”

“Oooh you’re too adorable, sweetie. Where did you find him, Sweets, and does he have a brother?”

Merlin flushed a little before taking a seat next to Lance and a mocha skinned woman with long black hair tied back in a ponytail.

“Doctor Camille Saroyan, please call me Cam.”

Merlin again took the offered hand and gently kissed it.

“Now this is service that I can get used to.”

The sorcerer gave a shaky smile settling an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.

“My mother made sure that I was raised to be a gentleman.”

“Doctor Jack Hodgins,” said the man with curly hair and bright blue eyes. Merlin took the hand and gave a firm shake.

“A pleasure Doctor Hodgins.”

Lance was scanning through the menu with Merlin reading over his shoulder. He didn’t notice until he turned his head and saw his boyfriend peering.

“Hi.”

“Hey gorgeous, so what are you getting?”

“No idea. You?”

“I’m craving for a chocolate milkshake, a burger, and some chips.”

“That sounds good. Can you order one for me too? I need to use the restroom.”

Merlin removed his arm from Lance’s shoulders. The doctor smiled before excusing himself and leaving.

Leaving Merlin alone with his friends, his team…

…of highly trained forensic scientists.

Who could kill Merlin, chop up his body, and make it very difficult for him to reform after they left.

And not leave a trace of forensic evidence behind.

He spared a glance around the table. Each had a look of curiosity on their face.

Merlin gulped.

------------------------

Special Agent Seeley Booth was an accepting kind of guy.

Well except for people who did bad things. Then Special Agent Seeley Booth would hunt you down and kick your ass.

But for the sake of this story, Special Agent Seeley Booth was an accepting kind of guy.

When he found about Sweets and his boyfriend, he simply accepted it for what it was: a relationship. Plus he never saw the doctor so happy. Granted at the time he was angry at Emerson for doing a stupid thing. But the anger show that there was love between the two.

So it was fine with Seeley Booth. He stared the kid down. The kid stared back.

“You and Sweets serious?”

“Um…depends on what you mean by serious, Agent Booth.”

“I believe that he means if you two have fornicated.”

“Bones!” hissed Booth, “Don’t use that word.”

“What fornicate? Would you feel better with sexual intercourse?”

“Bones!”

The kid looked like he was praying for Sweets to reappear.

“Um well…I…”

“Don’t look at me for help, sweetie. I’m celibate. I need the vicarious sexual thrill.”

“Um what can I get for you all?” asked the waitress nervously wondering what conversation she walked in to.

-------------------------------------

Merlin fidgeted nervously after the waitress disappeared with their orders. This was ridiculous. He was fifteen centuries old! He could handle this.

“Well this is Lance’s first same sex relationship. We are not serious as to sex yet. But we have erm fooled around? I respect Lance way too much to force him into having sex if he doesn’t want to.”

“So you’re from England huh?” asked Doctor Hodgins, “What brings you all the way here?”

“Well after university, I bummed around Europe for a couple months. I wanted to broaden my horizon’s more and get away from England. So I took full use of my dual citizenship and come to America.”

“What was your main focus of study?” asked Doctor Brennan.

“Well I have a graduate degree in English from Cambridge. My main area focus for English was the study of how the occult developed throughout history in literature reflecting the social, political, religious, and scientific climates at the time of the work.”

“So what are you doing now?” asked Doctor Saroyan.

“I own Destinies.”

“Oh! The antique shop with the beautiful artwork? It tells such a totally romatic story. You own that, sweetie?”

“That’s it. Yes I own it.”

“How old are you, kid?” asked Booth leaning forward.

“Erm twenty four? I’ll be twenty five on Halloween.”

“Look I’ll be quick. Sweets, despite the fact that he looks like a teenager, is our friend and colleague. If you break his heart I will personally break your legs. And everyone at this table will help. Are we clear?”

Merlin could only nod wordlessly.

“Hey guys. What did I miss?”

“We were just getting to know Merlin better,” answered Booth innocently.

Once Lance was in the chair again, Merlin pressed their lips together.

That was just mentally scarring.

Also no one noticed how the flower at the table reverted back into full bloom.

------------------------------------

“They threatened you?”

“Yes! Well it was Booth doing the threatening but I could see it their eyes!”

“Well it’s good to know.”

“Lance!”

“Sorry, Merlin. It’s just funny that a big powerful sorcerer is scared.”

“They’re a very intimidating group!”

“Of course they are.”

“Don’t take that tone! They are!”

Merlin pouted as Lance still laughed at him. He brought their lips together to quiet his boyfriend.

 

Comments

[hopenight.livejournal.com]

I know right?