Here is the sequel, sorry it took so long to post, i hope I won't let it become a habit. Um...this was supposed to be a fuffier sequel to the Angst Train before it...but...it kind of went in it's own direction. I think you'll see what I mean about halfway through...

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Life is good. Funny, I never thought that expression would be applicable to MY life…okay not 'haha' funny…more ironic I guess….not that that matters in any way whatsoever.

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Brennan took a deep breath as she entered Dulles airport, glad to finally be breathing air that hadn't been re-circulated twelve times and inside the lungs of a man whom she was pretty sure had Influenza.

She brushed her bangs out of her face and began scanning the crowd for Booth's tall, handsome figure. She'd been waist deep in human remains for the past three weeks and the only bones she wanted to be jumping right then, were his.

Finally through the mass of people and luggage, she spotted a familiar face. Not the one she was searching for, but it would do.

"April!" Brennan quickened her pace and waved, pulling a large rolling black suitcase behind her.

The girl met her eyes and smiled shyly, waving back but not moving from her spot in the middle of the airport terminal.

"Hi." April waited while Brennan limped toward her, weeks spent on her feel finally catching up to the young anthropologist.

"Where's Booth?" She asked, pausing in front of her and leaning on her one rolling suitcase.

April smiled that small smile again and shrugged. She wore an off the shoulder long sleeved black top and a poofy turquoise skirt that went to her knees. A pair of black and white stripped knee socks and black boots finished off the girls' odd outfit.

Brennan could tell the skirt had been Angela's idea, the artist had been trying to bring 'a little color' into April's wardrobe ever since she met her, also evidenced by a pair of loud green and blue sequin earrings.

"He had to work late, he's really sorry he couldn't make it though Dr. B, you'll just have to make due with me." April reached up to tuck her now naturally colored dark-brown hair behind her ear, even though it wasn't necessary. Ever since Booth started calling her 'Angle-face' she'd been wearing her hair in a low ponytail at the base of her head.

Brennan smiled and reached forward to hug her gently. When she'd left, April's bruises and scars had still been visible and causing her pain, the events of just three weeks before and her kidnapping still fresh on everyone's minds.

Brennan was glad to see that April's wrist brace was now gone and the bruises on her face had completely healed.

"To be honest, I'd much rather see you than Booth." She teased.

"Now Bones, that's not true and you know it."

Brennan jumped at the voice in her ear and turned, smacking Booth in the rips with her bag.

"Booth!" She glared at him and then at April, who was laughing out loud.

"That's not funny." She told them, hands on her hips as Booth gave her a pained smile.

"Sure it is Bones." He stepped toward her, slowly in case she decided to beat him with her purse again. But Brennan remained still, her eyes traveling over his body, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans just the way she liked, her anger all but forgotten. She was much to concerned with her desire to kiss him to be angry.

Booth's eyes flashed with amusement at how easily he got to her. It was obvious in her face, at least to him, that the whole world had fallen away and only one thing was running through her mind.

Glad I'm not alone in that department. He grinned devilishly and pulled her to him. Immediately her hands were around his neck, his hands on her hips, alone and lost in each other. Neither was sure exactly who kissed who, but the effect was immediate and electric.

April rolled her eyes but couldn't help grinning, glad the light seemed to be back in Booth's eyes. He'd tried to play it off, but it was obvious even to her that he missed his Bones. More than he liked to admit.

After a few moments April sighed loudly and stepped toward them, snapping her fingers.

"Okay guys, time out with the Tonsil Hockey. As if I'm not scarred enough as it is." She grumbled when they jumped apart, red-faced and gasping. She moved around them to get to Brennan's luggage when Booth grabbed her waist and began tickling her.

"What? I can't say 'Hi' to my girlfriend."

April squealed and attempted to wriggle out of his grip, but he had a firm hold on her. Laughing loudly she replied.

"Say 'Hi' , yes. Attempt to remove her lugs through her throat, no." She giggled. "Seeley quit it…Seriously!…HELP!!"

Brennan, who'd been watching the madness from a safe distance, stepped toward them and grasped one of April's arms with her right hand and pushed on Booth's chest with her left.

"Booth, let the poor girl breathe." She reprimanded, pulling April away from him.

"Yeah, let the poor girl breathe Seeley." April gasped from her spot at Brennan's side and grinned at Booth, who childishly stuck his tongue out at the two of them.

In all the commotion April's sleeve had ridden up and Brennan caught sight of a white bandage peeking out from beneath her shirt.

"April, what happened?" Brennan took hold of the girl's wrist and looked closer.

April grew tense and pulled her hand back to her chest, her mood suddenly solemn.

"Nothing Dr. B, I'll…"

"I told you, April, you can call me Tempe. I practically live with you two anyway." Brennan corrected gently, her hand still on April's upper arm.

April nodded, staring at the shiny airport floor.

"Sorry. Tempe. I'll, um, meet you guys at the car." With that she turned and clomped her heavy boots toward the glass doors.

Brennan turned to Booth.

"Booth, what is that? What's wrong with her wrists?" Her face was wrinkled with a concerned frown, upset that something had happened to April while she was gone. But her concern grew to curiosity when Booth suddenly began avoiding her eyes.

"Let's talk about it later okay Bones?" He asked, reaching for her suitcase with one hand and trying to lace their fingers with the other.

Brennan wasn't too keen on being blown off and moved to stand in front of him.

"No. I want to know now. What happened to April's wrist, Booth?"

He sighed, finally meeting her burning blue gaze and he licked his lips.

"Do you know what 'cutting' is Bones?"

Brennan drew her eyebrows together, about to answer literally when a light bulb went on in her head. Her eyes widened and furrowed her brows, instinctively stepping toward him.

"No." She whispered.

Booth nodded and sighed again Brennan noticing for the first time how tired he looked.

"I caught her in the bathroom yesterday with a razor blade. Took her to the emergency room…we were there all night." His tone had lost all playfulness as the gravity of the situation hit him full force. He draped one arm over Brennan's shoulders and they fell into step on the way to the car. "She won't talk about it."

Brennan nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. She swallowed the anxiety welling up in her stomach.

She'd wanted so badly to believe April would be alright now, that living in a loving home where she was safe would somehow cure her. Make her forget all she'd been through.

But the rational scientist in her knew it wasn't possible.

"What do we do now?" Brennan asked quietly as they walked out into the hot midday sun.

Booth took a deep breath and squeezed her shoulders, preparing her for what he was about to say next.

"I've been thinking of calling Gordon Gordon. He owes me a favor, maybe he could talk to her…help her. I don't really know what else to do."

He felt Brennan tense beside him but waited patiently for her to say something.

Brennan bit her lip and pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes, struck by the helplessness in his voice. She knew he was as clueless as she when it came to parenting teenage girls, in actuality she held a bit of an advantage having spent some time as a teenage girl. A damaged one like April even.

Somehow that made it a little easier to offer her input on the matter.

"I hate psychology, but…" she looked up and saw the girl in question leaning against the back of Booth's SUV, her head turned upward, bathing her pale face in the warmth of the sun.

"A suppose a soft science is better than nothing."

Booth nodded and turned to kiss her temple.

"My thinking exactly."

She smiled at him as they approached the SUV.

"Why does Gordon Gordon owe you a favor anyway?"

He grinned and hit his remote to unlock the car and April immediately climbed inside.

"You remember that Gazebo in his backyard?"

"Yeah." She nodded, the small building behind the psychologists' house was well built and elegant. It certainly left an impression. "What about it?"

He heaved her suitcase into the trunk and flashed her the Charm Smile. "All moi."

She raised an eyebrow.

"You built that Gazebo?"

He only nodded, stepping toward her again and dipping his head to kiss her.

"Don't sound so surprised Bones. You didn't think these magic fingers only worked on you did ya'?"

She tipped her head up and mirrored his lustful look back at him.

"Oh, I'm quite aware they're good for other…things too." She whispered, pulling him down in to another deep kiss.

A loud groan broke the moment.

"Ugh! Guys please! Could you stop with the spit swapping already? You're grossing me out!"

Booth pulled away laughing and rolled his eyes.

"If us kissing grosses you out maybe you should stay at Angela's tonight because we're going to be doing a lot more than…"

April clapped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes.

"La la la. I can't hear you. La la la-dee da da da!"

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I have a feeling they were just talking about me. They're worried. I don't see why. Once screwed up, always screwed up.

Life is still pretty good though, if you asked me.

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Now work YOUR magic fingers and press that beautiful button!!