Hey everyone, this is my first time writing a story so I hope you all like it! This is just the first chapter, there will be more to come.

I do not own any of these characters.


One Artist To Another

CHAPTER 1-

The bright lights beaming down on so many smiling faces, glancing at the mass of artworks that were hung on the wall. The light chatter of well-dressed strangers admiring her work sent shivers of both nervousness and excitement down her spine. Here she was, styling a beautifully designed lilac dress that fell just below her knees, an elegant pair of black heels, and a silver low-lying necklace that was to die for, holding a glass of champagne and standing in the middle of a room filled with people that were all there just to see her artwork. Her first gallery opening, everything she had ever wanted, and yet she felt as though something was missing.

Whilst staring at a young girl with long red hair, pointing at one of her paintings, Angela decided she was going to dismiss that feeling and focus on her big night. As she glanced at the large glass door to her left, she noticed that her best friend had arrived after all. Temperance Brennan, although often lacking in generic social skills and the ability to understand the basics of the feelings of those around her, was a truly amazing person in Angela's eyes. Angela waved at her friend and beckoned her over, through the crowd.

"You made it after all" beamed Angela giving Temperance a friendly embrace.

"I couldn't have missed it" Temperance smiled back, thinking how good it was to see her best friend.

"I thought you needed to go to Peru, for some big 'Bones' thing?", Questioned Angela, with a hint of sarcasm. She knew that Temperance's job was her life (not including her husband and her two children, of course) and she knew just how much if meant to her.

"I got a later flight, if I leave in approximately an hour and 14 minutes; I will make it in sufficient time" Temperance, replied looking at her watch.

For the next approximately hour and 14 minutes Angela and Temperance discussed anything that came to mind. Temperance talked about the discovery she was hoping to achieve in Peru, and with help from Angela's questioning, her husband, Booth, and their two little boys Joshua and Logan. Angela really missed seeing her everyday but I guess they had to go in separate ways in their life, in order to be happy. Angela also couldn't help but think about how pleasant and stable Temperance's life happened to be. She was incredibly delighted for her, no doubt about that, but without her permission, feelings of jealousy began to make an appearance. Temperance had it all. She had money, a stable career that she loved and a wonderful family that she adored. Angela began to feel incredibly guilty for these feelings of hers. Was it wrong that she wished for all those things for herself? She thought. Maybe so.

After long discussions, reminiscing about the 'good old days' and tours of her small gallery and array of artworks, Temperance had left and Angela was once again standing all alone, despite the mass of people that were still present although the night growing later. A few people had come up to her during the night and wished her good luck with 'it all' and expressed their admiration for her paintings, which really did make Angela feel appreciated and with each person that greeted her she gave a genuine smile. Also photographers floated around the room taking pictures of her, when she gave them permission, and pictures of any other people that looked glamorous and like they were enjoying themselves.

The night was drawing to a close and people were slowly leaving, thanking Angela for a magnificent evening, whilst collecting their coats, and preparing for the chill of the night time air. Angela felt a light tap on her shoulder and slowly spun around, anticipating another stranger thanking her or a lousy photographer wanting to take another few pictures, but instead she gazed into a familiar face. Her eyes were a gorgeous blue that seemed to be as though they were searching inside her soul and her hair a light blonde that in the lighting, gave a radiant, glowing affect. Her smile was genuinely beautiful, and her full lips were wearing a shade of red that made her eyes stand out even more.

Back in reality, Angela's cheeks had gone to an unmistakable shade of pink, and she was smiling as though she had a glorious secret, a secret that nobody else knew. She had to say something, she thought to herself, and slowly dragged her eyes away from her glowing eyes.

"Roxy", came out in a whisper and was all she could manage to utter out. She had never imagined seeing her again and now as she glanced upon her beautiful face, she couldn't imagine not seeing her.

"Hey Angie" Roxy exclaimed, feeling a certain passion that she had long forgotten she was capable of achieving.