Title: Girltalk
Characters: Brennan & Angela
Synopsis: The girltalk scene we didn't really see in 6x22.
Disclaimer: We do not own Bones. (unfortunately...)
''I got into bed with Booth last night.'' Brennan said, a little shy. She looked at a shocked Angela. There was a long silence.
''Why aren't you saying anything?'' Brennan asked, wanting to hear what Angela had to say about this.
''Because I - I don't wanna yell 'Hallelujah!' so close to losing Vincent!'' Angela couldn't believe it.
Just the day before they had lost on of their interns, Vincent. And now Brennan was telling her she got into bed with Booth?
This news totally made her day.
''I think I did it because of Vincent.''
''Wait. Wow. What exactly happened after you, after you crawled into bed with Booth?''
Brennan thought a moment about what her next move was going to be. Finally, after a long pause, she gave Angela a happy smile.
Angela almost squealed when she saw Brennan's happy smile.
All of the sudden Hodgins walked in the room with speed, bringing information and interrupting before Brennan could say anything.
''I've got the GC mass spec result back on the bullet that killed Vincent...'' he began, before he was interrupted by Angela.
''Honey! No! Not right now! I'm sorry, I love you, but go tell Cam! Go! Away!'' Angela yelled at Hodgins.
Brennan was a little taken aback by her friend's outburst.
He tried to talk one more time, standing in the doorway. ''Uh...'' he looked kind of scared.
He didn't expect this answer, he got important information he thought they really wanted to hear.
He looked at his wife again and she screamed at him again. ''AWAY!''
Brennan saw the confused look in Hodgins eyes, and smiled.
"So? Tell me sweetie!"
The smile on Brennan's face didn't leave. It got bigger.
"Ange, I don't think I need to explain what happened to you, you know exactly what, and how it happened.'' She said with the big smile on her face.
"Oh honey, I know what happened, but how did you get from the subject 'Vincent' to 'making love'?'' Angela was dying to hear what happened.
The smile on Brennan's face faded at the thought of her favourite intern, dying before her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes, but then suddenly she thought back to what had happened yesterday.
Thinking of Booth, lying in his strong arms, in his bed, gave her a warm feeling inside. 'What is he doing to me to make me feel like this?' she thought.
She was awake all night, on Booth's couch. It had been an awful day. Their beloved intern, Vincent Nigel Murray, had been killed. Most likely by Broadsky the sniper.
After they met at with the team at the conference room at the Hoover, Booth told her she had to stay at his apartment. Normally she would've argued with him,
but she saw the serious look on his face and decided it was best not to.
Booth had been very polite, he even offered her to sleep in his bed, but she rejected the offer and explained to him why he needed to sleep. Somehow, she felt safe,
knowing he was in the other room. This was very unlike her. She would never have to depend on a man to feel secure.
She did fall asleep, but only for a few minutes. The nightmares were horrible, every time she closed her eyes, she could see the light in Vincent's eyes disappear.
Her mind went back to Booth. His face, his expression when he said they didn't need to keep the pressure on Vincent's bleeding chest.
The tears came back to her eyes again, and she could only think of Booth and Vincent's words. What did he mean when he said he didn't want to leave?
Did he really think she was the one making him leave? Is that what Vincent thought of her? The person who makes other people leave?
All these questions that she couldn't answer. She needed help. Most of all, she needed Booth.
She got up, carefully not to make any noise. At 4:46 she stood in front of his bedroom door. Her ear was close to the door, trying to her if he was awake.
When she didn't hear anything, she decided to knock. After another minute of waiting, at exactly 4:47, she opened the door to his bedroom.
He immediately woke up and grabbed his gun from the nightstand.
She held up her hands, scared of him reaction. ''Oh, th- I'm sorry.'' she said. No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Did you... Did you hear something?
''No, no.'' she closed the door behind her. ''You want me to put the gun away?'' ''Yes.''
''Okay, what's wrong?'' she sighed. ''He kept saying 'Don't make me go...'''
''What-?'' ''Vincent. He was looking at me and he was saying 'Don't make me leave'. He said that he... that he love being there.
Why would he think I'm the one making him leave?'' she paused. ''What kind of person am I?''
He was shocked to hear her say that. How could she think that? He shook his head. ''No, come here. No, no, no, no, no, no, Bones.
You've got that all wrong.'' He grabbed her hand. ''You've got it all wrong.''
''No, I- I heard him. You did too. Don't make me leave, that's what he said.''
He looked into her eyes, his heart ached for her. He hated seeing her like this. He wished he could do anything for her, but unfortunately he couldn't.
He wasn't talking to you. I was the only one there. And you. He wasn't... talking to you.'' She laughed. She was very sure Vincent wasn't talking to Booth.
''He was talking to God. He didn't wanna die, Bones.'' She didn't understand him. ''No, Vincent was like me Booth, he was an atheist.''
There was a silence, Booth was choosing his words very carefully.
''Okay, then he was talking to the universe then. He didn't wanna go. He wasn't ready, Bones. He wanted to stay.'' Satisfied with his answer, she sighed.
Why was losing someone close to you so hard? This is one of the reasons why she didn't get emotionally attached to people.
''Well, if there was a God then he would've let Vincent stay here with us.'' she couldn't stop the tears. Suddenly she didn't care anymore if Booth saw her like this.
She just wanted someone to comfort her, to hold her. Someone to tell her everything was going to be alright.
''That's not how it works.'' she looked at him, trying to read him. ''Can I just...? she asked, hoping he would understand she needed comforting.
''Yeah...'' They both fell back on Booth's bed. His arms around her, making her feel safe. ''It's okay... Easy... I'm right here, Bones...'' he whispered.
After a while, Booth noticed her breathing evened. Her sobs had stopped and he hoped she fell asleep. He looked at her, the woman he had always loved.
The woman who had rejected him over a year ago, and that same woman he had hurt a lot not so long ago. He loved her, he always had.
Even when he said he loved other women.
All of the sudden, her head snapped up, and she looked him straight in the face. He was still deep in thoughts, and didn't notice it.
''Booth...'' she said. He looked at her, 'she looks so beautiful' he thought. ''Yeah, what is it, Bones? I thought you were sleeping.''
''I- I can't fall asleep... I keep seeing his face Booth...'' she began to cry. She put her hand on his chest again, next to her face.
He wiped her tears away with his thumb.
''Don't, don't think so much Bones. It's okay to be sad...'' ''Booth... it could've been you, you know.'' she said, almost as a whisper. ''Wh- Ooh Bones...''
he wrapped his arms around her more tightly. ''I can't lose you, Booth.'' she said, very clear this time. Booth didn't know what to say. He kissed her on the forehead.
He wanted to tell her everything was gonna be alright, even though he had no control over that.
''You're never going to lose me Bones, I'm not going anywhere.'' she looked him in the face. They both knew Booth couldn't keep his promise.
The work they did was very dangerous. But somehow, she believed him. Even though the rational voice in her head said it wasn't true.
He held her a little longer, and it felt good. Out of nowhere, she said ''I've changed, Booth... I am no longer impervious...''
Booth instantly knew what she was referring to. The night that they were in his apartment, after being stuck in his elevator for hours. That night,
he admitted that he was angry, not at her though. He was angry at himself. For telling himself he was in love with Hannah, and hurting Brennan.
There was only one thing he could think of saying to her. ''And I'm not angry anymore, Bones...''
She looked at him, got closer to his face and pressed her lips to his. She felt some resistance from him, and he pulled back. She looked in his eyes,
and saw the pain.
''Bones, I don't want you to do this because you feel like this right now...'' he hated to disappoint her, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her.
''No, Booth... I want this. I want to feel this. There's is a chance that tomorrow you'll-''
He stopped her right there. He put two fingers on her lips. ''Don't... even think that Bones. I'm going to be just fine.''
Then he tenderly kissed her and...
"Sweetie, are you okay?" Angela looked at her friend with a wide eyed expression.
"Wh- yes of course, why wouldn't I be okay?" she said, quickly. Angela's comment pulled her out of her flashback.
''Oh... because you were day dreaming. And, well... that's very unlike you Bren.'' she said with a smirk on her face ''But it's okay. If you tell me what you were thinking about.''
"Angela, you know that I love you, like a sister, though you are not a biological sister, and since I don't have a real sister to compare it to, I don't know how it feels to have a sister, I believe that this is how it feels."
Angela felt how the warmth of her best friends words washed over her heart.
She continued. "But I'm not going to share all my secrets with you, I am not going to tell you all the details about what happened between Booth and me.I just think that's not fair to him."
"Oh Bren COME ON! Spill just a little bit!" Angela looked disappointed at first, but a cheeky smile appeared on her face later.
"Ange, Booth and I agree that what is ours, should just be ours." She said, trying to straighten her face.
It was hard not to walk around all day with a big smile on her face.
"Okay Sweetie, maybe you're not ready to tell me now, but I will get those details out of you sometime."
Brennan opened her mouth to protest, but couldn't think of anything to say.
She looked at Angela, who had already turned around and walked away. She stopped in the doorway to grin at Brennan again.
"Be prepared…" the artist said, walking out of the room, leaving Brennan with a big smile on her face behind.
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