"I did." He said quietly stating the obvious as we drove in the rain.

"Yes you did." It was a fact and I responded to it in the only manner I could at the moment by re-stating the obvious. He had indeed moved on I heard his words loud and clear in the car that night. Just as I heard my own voice 'you should have known better Tempe, should have known nothing ever works out in your favor.'

I wanted to leave to run as usual, it would have been the easy thing to do to get on a plane or some other mode of transportation and just leave the destination didn't matter. Though, my best friend was pregnant and I wouldn't leave her, not now. Out of all the things he had said my racing mind came to a halt at only one sentence. "I love Hannah and she's not some consolation prize." Until he had spoken that sentence I managed to hold back emotions and respond to everything he had said without faltering.

Then he said that one sentence that confirmed this was not only reality, but it was my very own lonely crappy reality. What did I think was going to happen, honestly? Did I think he was just going to take me back into his arms? I had pushed away those open arms, denying him the right to catch me if I needed to fall into them. This was real life and life was not neatly written out with approved dialogue ready for some actress to read from some script, no this was life and real life was unscripted.

Four Months Later

She didn't want to say anything, she hadn't said anything and she knew he was growing concerned with her odd behavior. Seeley was everything she wanted and their relationship had been perfect almost too perfect.

Recently, she had become bored with it she thrived on action and while the action in bed had been great, the conversation had become dull. She needed mental stimulation a certain almost clairvoyant connection with her partner she wasn't getting lately. It wasn't that Seeley was boring or dull by any means, she just had lost that connection with him that she once thought was there.

She didn't need attention or tons of doting like some women. She only felt smothered if her partner became too clingy. She was independent and needed a mutual trust as the main factor in her relationships, especially, when her job frequently took her far from home. Though, none of those things seemed to be the problem lately she had just found herself bored in the relationship, she couldn't really pin-point the problem it just was.

The connection just wasn't there anymore, the intense sparks that had gone off like fireworks between them in the beginning of the relationship had seemingly burned out. Was it only a mutual physical attraction she wondered as she drove, no there was something there. Wasn't there? Maybe it had just been such a strong fascination between the two so early and so intense it was destined not to last long term. As she drove home her mind raced, she couldn't ask him to be in a relationship where one person wasn't giving all of their self. It wasn't her style, she was better than that.

She walked in the door Seeley was watching the last minutes of the game. She watched as his team won and he let out a yes clapping his hands together. At least his team won, she thought in the back of her mind as he turned off the television looking at her.

Suddenly, his once happy demeanor changed although he tried to hide it. He looked a bit concerned wanting to ask what was wrong, but at the same time afraid of the answer he may receive so he let it be.

"Hey babe, long day?"

She didn't answer his question that served as an escape to her own odd demeanor which had lingered between them for the past two months. No she didn't give him her usual brush off answer and say yes. Instead, holding in a sigh she walked over to him and sat on the couch next to him.

"Seeley we need to talk." She said it low in a quiet, serious, yet almost apologetic voice. He had heard those words and that voice before. He grew quiet, suddenly the room the whole house was screaming with silence except for the pouring rain on the roof and he wait for her to go on.

It didn't take long and she didn't sugar coat anything, but launched into an explanation of a question he had never asked. "I don't want to hurt you, I know that you give all of yourself and it's not fair to you if I were to honestly say I was giving all of myself as well." He was quiet as he watched everything he had wanted slip away from him, watch as she unfold before him. "You're a great person Seeley, it's just-"

"It's o.k. don't worry about it." He didn't want to sit quietly and listen to her keep going with more explanations as to why they just weren't going to work. He could tell she hadn't been happy the past couple of months, she just wasn't herself.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize I wouldn't force you into a relationship you didn't want to be in." She watches while he slumps back almost in defeat against the leather couch rubbing his face. She felt bad knowing how bad he had wanted them to work, but both of them knew this was real life and sometimes things just didn't work out how you intended them too.

"Friends?"

"Of Course."

Though, that weekend she packed up her things and was out of the apartment as quickly as she had moved in, catching a flight to Afghanistan mentioning something about covering a fire fight. Somehow he didn't think it was coincidence she knew so suddenly about the fire fight that had taken place Friday night and was able to get a flight out so quickly. He wondered if was already booked, then quieted his mind.

Everything had suddenly changed, he sit alone Sunday evening on the couch his fourth beer in hand while he let his mind wander. He looks around at the lonely apartment, so quiet she had slipped out of his life as quickly as she had come into it. Sighing he opens another beer, what was wrong with him that no one wanted him?

Angela was huge, she was eight months and she herself wondered at times how she still managed to shop. While Brennan wasn't the most ideal shopping buddy, she was her best friend and she enjoyed her company even if Brennan didn't enjoy the aimless wondering around the store as much as she did.

"Oh my God, Sweetie tell me is this the cutest thing you have ever seen?" Brennan turns to see Angela holding up a one zee that was light blue with a guitar on it that said "I don't play nice…I just play better."

"Angela, we haven't seen everything and you have no idea of knowing yet if your child will play the guitar efficiently or better than anyone else."

"I knew you would like it."

"But I-"

"Look at this." Another article of clothing was held up it said "I only cry when ugly people hold me." Brennan shook her head. "Admit it I don't care who you are that is just funny."

"I assume if you a person society considered ugly you wouldn't think so."

"Well if you are going to be so literal about it, then I'm glad I don't know anyone ugly so that the kid will be quiet when I let others hold him."

Brennan just smile at her as they share one of their knowing looks. As the woman bagged the items Angela had bought throughout the hour or so they had ran around in the store she look at Brennan a curious expression on her face.

"You seem good Bren."

"Well yes, I'm well Angela you know that."

"I meant for what happened a few months ago, between you and Booth." Angela saw it register in her friend's eyes what she was talking about. Brennan remembered as well, remembered back to the uncomfortable car ride home in the pouring rain with Booth.

"Oh, yeah it didn't go how I wanted it to, but hey things happen and you move on." Angela stares at Brennan searching her eyes and noticed that she indeed looked okay. It had taken a long time for her to get here, almost three and a half months she watched as her friend lived half alive. Though, as she looks in her eyes right now she actually seemed to have a bit of light in them now. Brennan was on the road to recovery, she had become stronger with each day ignoring the hurt that she had felt inside for so long.

"I'm glad sweetie I knew it was hard on you for a while."

"I've come to the conclusion that we would never work anyway. Booth and I are polar opposites and it just wasn't meant to be." Angela suppressed a sigh of disappointment for Brennan and herself, for she had always hoped they would work out as well.

Angela smile at her friend in agreement. "Yeah." They both told themselves that it wasn't meant to be, but neither could say aloud that she was better off without him. Only that she would be okay.

As Brennan lay in bed she realized for the first time in a while she hadn't thought of crying all day, even when she spoke of that night. Maybe she was ready to actually start believing what she told her best friend, that she indeed was okay.

It didn't happen overnight, it had taken a long time to finally feel alright again. Somewhere between then and now she found herself almost angry and not so sympathetic toward him and his happiness. She use to wonder to herself meekly 'how does it feel without me Booth? I could be with you instead' she now found herself able to whisper aloud, with a voice that didn't falter but was strong. "How does it feel without me?" She then drifted off into a sound sleep.

He had finished one six pack and was half way done with the other one. It was pouring out again and three in the morning, he thought back to another night when it was pouring out, not the Friday night Hannah broke up with him. The night Bones, had told him in her own way she loved him. He didn't want to concentrate on Hannah anymore tonight so he let his mind wander to the one woman that had never left him. The one woman that he had loved once upon a time with all of his heart and who on a rainy night like tonight told him she loved him as well. As his mind wander his eyes wandered to his cell lying on the couch next to him. Bones.

She wake to her ringing cell glancing at her alarm she noticed it was three in the morning, no call is ever good at three in the morning. She fumbles quickly for her cell in the dark her fingers quickly turning it on. She tried to hold it up to her ear forgetting it was hooked up to the charger the cord limited her mobility so she quickly moved toward the phone instead of bringing it to her. "Brennan."

I think I may continue it seems fun and this week has been insane as I'm sure it has been for everyone because of the holidays. So, ff is an easy way to de-stress when the wine bottle is finished, because there is not enough to go around in a full house. Merry Christmas! The Chapters name Day of Rain is by Thriving Ivory. It does fit this chap. "God speed in the middle of the pouring rain, I'll find love in the middle of the pouring rain."