[ John might have to argue with you there, Sherlock. There's an almost sort of... Beauty and the Beast vibe being thrown off of this pair. He's pretty sure Brennan is the only thing standing in the way of a pissed off ex-soldier and a willowy clot who can't keep his mouth shut. Who is Sherlock to Booth? No one, and therefore anyone. He could be every child that ever laughed at him, one of the Malnosso, anyone who had ever threatened Bones, it didn't matter - Booth was angry, and he'd take the excuse to put out his pent-up frustration.
To John, Sherlock was a child blowing a raspberry at another child behind the protective legs of an adult. ]
Sherlock.
[ Low, clipped, warning, followed by an elbowing in the side. John's arms unfolded too, because things were about to get ugly, and he was already half-stepping in front of the detective. If Booth came through Brennan and got within range, John wasn't going to hesitate to aim for the face. He didn't agree with Sherlock in the least, but he'd be damned if he let anyone else hit him. ]
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To John, Sherlock was a child blowing a raspberry at another child behind the protective legs of an adult. ]
Sherlock.
[ Low, clipped, warning, followed by an elbowing in the side. John's arms unfolded too, because things were about to get ugly, and he was already half-stepping in front of the detective. If Booth came through Brennan and got within range, John wasn't going to hesitate to aim for the face. He didn't agree with Sherlock in the least, but he'd be damned if he let anyone else hit him. ]