#7
Title: Dry Bones
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Willow muses on the nastier aspects ofher job.
Disclaimer:I don't own Buffy or Angel or Bones
Notes:This is for the August fic a day.
Word Count: 309
Prompt: TTH 100 #100 Dry
Booth brought in a badly decomposed body. Willow grimaced. She hated it when there were still bits attached to the bones. After a going over every possible detail, Dr. Brennan finally ordered her assistant, Zack Addy, to deflesh the bones. Willow was much happier now- less of an ick factor. Dry bones were much pleasanter to work with. Not that Willow had much to do with the bones as she was there mostly for learning the holographic computer programming. Occasionally, though, Angela Montenegro, her actual boss, required Willow's help imputing the data from the bones into the Angelator. After fighting pus spewing demons and dissecting baby bezoars and such for seven and a half years, Willow was ready to get out of the yuck business, but apparently that was not going to happen any time soon. Vampire dust was one thing but bones with stuff, defiantly not her thing.
Angela had just entered the information to search for the newest's identity. She had turned the skull over to Willow to take back to Dr. Brennan. Willow didn't mind handling a dry skull, after all some of the spells she had preformed- back in the day- had called for the use of bones. Come to think of it, the spells had called for some pretty sick ingredients like smelly yak cheese to be stored in her bra or the vino de madre (from the spell to bring Buffy back) but some how those ingredients hadn't been so gross. So she supposed she could get used to the not so dry corpses but apparently Agent Booth hadn't gotten used to it either from comments that he had made recently. Booth had been a sniper and had been a FBI agent for at least eight years so maybe she wouldn’t lose to much face if she never got used to it either.
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Title: Dry Bones
Author: Maeve Bran
Summary: Willow muses on the nastier aspects ofher job.
Disclaimer:I don't own Buffy or Angel or Bones
Notes:This is for the August fic a day.
Word Count: 309
Prompt: TTH 100 #100 Dry
Booth brought in a badly decomposed body. Willow grimaced. She hated it when there were still bits attached to the bones. After a going over every possible detail, Dr. Brennan finally ordered her assistant, Zack Addy, to deflesh the bones. Willow was much happier now- less of an ick factor. Dry bones were much pleasanter to work with. Not that Willow had much to do with the bones as she was there mostly for learning the holographic computer programming. Occasionally, though, Angela Montenegro, her actual boss, required Willow's help imputing the data from the bones into the Angelator. After fighting pus spewing demons and dissecting baby bezoars and such for seven and a half years, Willow was ready to get out of the yuck business, but apparently that was not going to happen any time soon. Vampire dust was one thing but bones with stuff, defiantly not her thing.
Angela had just entered the information to search for the newest's identity. She had turned the skull over to Willow to take back to Dr. Brennan. Willow didn't mind handling a dry skull, after all some of the spells she had preformed- back in the day- had called for the use of bones. Come to think of it, the spells had called for some pretty sick ingredients like smelly yak cheese to be stored in her bra or the vino de madre (from the spell to bring Buffy back) but some how those ingredients hadn't been so gross. So she supposed she could get used to the not so dry corpses but apparently Agent Booth hadn't gotten used to it either from comments that he had made recently. Booth had been a sniper and had been a FBI agent for at least eight years so maybe she wouldn’t lose to much face if she never got used to it either.
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