Description: The reader works at the Jeffersonian and is called “Smol child” by Angela, Hodgins and Booth because you are so little and the youngest. To celebrate the end of the case Booth takes everyone to a shooting competition. The host calls up a random person to compete and the reader is picked. The reader hits the target perfectly and surprises everyone. They then tell them that they were on an archery team.
Characters: Bones Team x Reader
Requested by anon
“See, didn’t I tell you this was gonna be fun?” Booth said excitedly. The rest of you just gave him smiles of amusement caused by his childlike behavior. he had invited you all along to a shooting competition to celebrate the end of a case. “The guy that hosts the competition always picks someone from the audience to get the show started, I’m hoping it’s me this time” he said while rubbing his hands together.
Walking into the area to watch you notice that everyone was a bit too tall for your liking. Angela noticing smiled while talking loudly “Alright, everyone move aside, smol child coming through” you blushed and covered your face with your hands, embarrassed by the ridiculous nickname. Even though it was embarrassing, it did get you to the front of the crowd.
Watching as the shooters were getting ready the host started talking. “Alright, now I’m gonna need someone from the audience to come up here and show off a bit” everyone started yelling, you covered your ears. Looking at the target it brought back memories of training. Smiling you didn’t realize the host pointed at you until Hodgins shook you. Glancing up you saw the man waving his hands for you to come forward “Come on!”
Walking up to the rest of the competitors you glance over at the others, Booth looked like a proud father while Hodgins started laughing as the host handed you a big gun. You heard Hodgins laugh along with Angela “ohh, smol child can’t even hold the big gun”
Even though they meant no harm it still caused you to be embarrassed. The others constantly thinking of you as a child. Looking at the target you smirked, you had never told them about your training.
As the host talking and got the crowd riled up to see your shot you looked over at Booth. He put his thumbs up to show you support. Turning towards the target you got into the correct stance, you set your sights on the bullseye. Thinking back to your training you took a deep breath, steadied the shot and pulled the trigger. The crowd gasped and started cheering as you hit the bulls-eye dead on. The host’s jaw drooped in shock, along with the rest of the competitors.
Turning you saw the shocked faces of your friends. The host then drug you off telling you how impressive your shot was. After that you went back into the crowd. “What the hell was that?” Booth asked in awe.
“That was archery training. Won the gold medal at my high schools archery competition. Never really done it with a gun, but it was the same principle” They shared shocked looks and then started laughing.
“Wow. Okay. She may be small, but she is fierce” said Angela poetically.
You watched the rest of the competition with them, afterwards answering there questions about archery. Knowing that they may see you as ‘smol child’, but they now have a bigger piece of your backstory.