Guys… I love fan fiction. But there's something missing from it that the show has that it annoys me to no end that I cannot find. So upon figuring out what it was, I decided to write it myself. This is Tremble Beneath You. It's a different style than I've written before, and its different than any other fanfic that I've read. Bear with me. Rhapsody is still in the works as well.

Tremble Beneath You

Chapter One

She turned her head, not able to watch them any longer. It wasn't that she didn't like Hannah. How could she not? She was genuinely sweet. It wasn't that pretty girl's fault that Brennan had a problem expressing her feelings. Booth had simply caught her off guard. She should have known this would happen. After all, she said she knew he had to move on. She never told him she didn't want him to. How could she demand he wait for her to tell him she loved him? That wasn't fair.

When a shadow passed by her, Brennan looked up, noticing Booth sit down across from her. She put a smile on her face and pushed her emotions aside, unable to deal with them any longer. He smiled at her across the table. Brennan lifted her iced tea to her lips, effectively hiding the smile that slipped off her own face. She hated pretending.

"I'm going to marry her, Bones."

Brennan said nothing. She set the glass down, unable to fake a smile. Vainly she hoped Booth would just assume she was thinking how ridiculous marriage was. As if he could read her mind, he spoke again. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that monogamy is impossible in the human race. I get it. But Bones, I love her. I really, truly, love her."

Brennan pursed her lips. Of course you love her, she thought. The same way you loved me? Rebecca? Cam? Marriage really was ridiculous. If Booth's feelings changed so often in such a short amount of time, how did he know he was going to spend the rest of his life obligated to one other person? She thought of bringing that up, but instead she kept her mouth shut.

"Say something, Bones."

Brennan sighed. "I need to get back to the lab."

Booth raised his eyebrows. "That's it?" Brennan stood up and pulled her coat on.

"What do you want me to say, Booth?"

He stood up as well, helping her put her coat on. "I don't know. Maybe 'I'm happy for you'?" She turned to face him, her expression blank.

"I'm happy for you." Her voice was monotone. Booth frowned.

"Nice try. Maybe next time you could try actually meaning it."

Brennan buttoned the front of her coat up and started walking out of the diner. She could feel Booth hot on her tail. "I don't mean it," she said, stepping to the curb and flagging down a cab. Booth gently laid a hand on her arm, and once again, Brennan turned to look at him. His expression was concerned.

"What's wrong with you, Bones? You're not acting like yourself."

Brennan narrowed her eyes. "Nothing is wrong."

"Don't look me in the eyes and lie to my face. I know you better than that."

Fine. I want you more than you could possibly know. I've wanted you since that day in the lecture hall at American University. And because I'm too much myself, I can't accept love. I can't accept that its possible to love only one person. And you wanted that chance and I couldn't take it. So you moved on. And I can't stand watching you with her.

"Really, Booth, I'm fine. I'm just tired." Her eyes attempted to soften. She didn't want him mad at her. They were already on edge enough as it was.

"Let me take you home then." He waved the cab on, putting his arm around her shoulders and leading her to the SUV. Brennan did not protest. She simply followed him, looking down at the sidewalk as they moved. He unlocked the passenger side door for her and opened it, helping her get inside. Brennan could tell he knew something was up. Usually his random acts of chivalry caused her to protest quite verbally. But tonight she was quiet. He closed the door behind her and she pulled the seatbelt on, resting her elbow against the door and her head on her hand. She heard him open the driver's side door and get in, but she didn't turn to look at him. She knew he was looking at her, as it took a while between him buckling his seatbelt and starting the vehicle.

The ride was silent. It was all Brennan could do to keep herself from crying. She wanted him to pull over. She wanted him to make her tell him what was on her mind. But wanting was fruitless. He did neither of those things. He didn't push her. Why wouldn't he push her?

When he pulled into her parking lot, he didn't idle the vehicle as she expected. He turned it off. She felt the heater stop warming her and the car still as the engine stopped. She made no move to get out. Neither did he. They were silent for a few moments more, before Booth broke the stillness.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Brennan looked down at her lap, where her hands were still. She lifted her head back up and looked at him, seeing the concern etched into his features. He was still as he waited for her. Brennan shook her head slightly, and sighed.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said.

"Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"Bullshit, Temperance. Don't lie to me." Her first name in his angry tone set her ablaze. She turned her head and faced forward. She couldn't even get mad at him. They both fell silent as he, once again, waited for her. He'd done a lot of that as of late.

Eventually, she shook her head.

She heard Booth sigh to her left. "Okay. Fine. You tell me when you're ready to tell me." Brennan did not reply. She simply reached down and unbuckled her seatbelt. She opened the door and stepped out, but stopped when Booth spoke again. "Temperance." His voice was still filled with concern. She peered into the car, looking at him through the darkness. "Promise you'll tell me."

Brennan moistened her lips, nodding slightly. "I promise." When I'm ready, I'll tell you. I'll be ready when you're ready.

"Thank you. Goodnight, Bones."

"Goodnight, Booth." She pushed the door closed gently, and made her way into her building, disappearing from Booth's view. Once safely in her apartment, she made her way to a window before she flicked the lights on. She moved the curtains aside, looking to see if he was still there.

It wasn't until the SUV was gone did she turn away.

Okay. Don't kill me. It's angsty and short, I know. It'll get better. Let me know what you think. The more reviews, the sooner the update.