Performing surgery on Hodgins while in that car was the hardest thing I have ever done.

A lot of people I meet tell me they admire my work but only people at the museum saw past Brennan the anthropologist and saw Temperance the bone lady. And they'd become my friends, my family. My actions are always for their best. That's why I'm cutting into Jack's leg with an unsanitary penknife. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

I could kill him; if not from this, from some infection later. It's almost more than I can stand. But I have to do it. Jack's in pain and if there's even the slightest chance I can help him, I have to take it.

I take a deep breath and move towards his leg. Just then, Jack spits out the pad and begins talking. As he confessed his love for Angela, my heart almost broke. What if I took his life away before he put his words into action? I'm not blind, I had noticed his infatuation before. And I knew Angela could easily love him back. I also knew why he told me this - if he didn't make it, someone could tell Angela how he truly felt. His declaration done, Jack nodded for me to start the surgery, tears streaming down his face.

Moving the blade towards him felt like dragging a boulder through the mud. Jack's screams as I cut in tore at my heart. Answering tears filled my eyes as I began to clean up his leg. Thankfully, Jack had passed out so I wasn't causing him more pain. With the blood cleaned up, all I could do was sit back and hope he would wake up.

Close to an hour later, Jack opened his eyes - "Oh, thank god. I didn't kill you!"

AN: This is a drabble of 'Aliens in a Spaceship'. I own nothing. Please review!