AN: Hey guys! I know I haven't written anything in a while so here's my new story! I hope you like it as much as the last one. This story was fabricated from a dream I had one night after watching an episode with Hannah in it. The one where she moves in with Booth (I think we all really hate that one) and we really get see how much its hurting Brennan. So I started writing this story, I wanted to show how Booth's new relationship is really affecting her but also how much she has changed. I'm also going to put some emphasis on how subconsciously Brennan has somewhat become dependent on Booth and how the lack of his presence and affection will affect her to the extreme. So here's the prolog, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: All dialog in prolog and some in later chapters are quoted from certain episodes and are not of my own creation. And will be in Italics.

"So did you meet anyone special?" Booth asked, still Laughing at the news that Bones had beaten up armed Gorillas.

"You mean did I have sex with anyone?" Brennan smiled, knowing he'd comment on her forwardness and hoping that it would mean everything would be the same between them. Everything.

Booth grinned, "I missed that about you, you know, you just cut right to the chase."

"I was working, so there was no time or inclination for sex or romance. How about you?" She asked attentively, dreading that gleam in his eyes and the way he had purposely brought up the subject. 'Please no, please let me not be too late!' She took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes, waiting for that life changing answer.

A smile spread across Booth's face, "Yeah. Here. I'll show you." He pulled out his phone and brought up a picture of a gorgeous blonde standing against a building.

'No.' She had been too late. He'd moved on like he'd said he would and now he looked happier than she'd ever seen him.

Booth was oblivious to her pain, to the world crumbling around her and her barriers and shields he'd worked so hard and so long to tear down starting to form around her again, masking the anguish and despair burning inside of her like a thousand suns. He had no idea what he'd just done to her.

Her ears barely heard what he was saying to her, her mind almost numb to who this blonde was.

"Hannah, she's a journalist, war correspondent."

"How, h-how did you meet?" Brennan stammered, barely getting the words from her lips, her mind screaming at her to flee and get away from all this pain. But some part of her deep down told her that if she really loved him the way she'd come to realize, that she needed to stay and be happy for him. Stay as his friend and friend only, and just grow to not love him and move on as well. She turned her attention back to hi, the pain fading down to a deep, muted pain, still present but easier to ignore.

"Oh, I arrested her for being in a restricted area." Booth grinned.

"You arrested me ounce." Brennan plastered a smile as genuine as she could manage on her face, hoping he wouldn't be able to read her like he normally could.

"I remember." He said fondly, not seeing the lie behind that smile, believing she was really happy for him, determined to keep things the way they were before he fell for her when they were both living in oblivion.

"Where is Hannah now?" Bones asked, hoping he wouldn't say back at his apartment waiting for him when he left her.

"She's in Iraq." Brennan could see the longing in his eyes, like he couldn't stand to be apart from her. She could taste bile in her mouth at the sight.

"Is it serious between you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Serious as a heart attack."

"Heart attacks are very serious." She stated, trying to lighten the pain by stating a fact.

"Yes they are, very serious."

'I need to end this conversation; I can't bare it anymore."

"So I find that I am looking forward to seeing everyone!" Brennan jumped up, grabbing her bag.

"Right." Booth blinked. He stood up and grabbed his bag, following her to the Hoover building to save Cam's job.