DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BONES (THOUGH I WISH I DID) ALL I OWN IS MY IMAGINATION. (AND THE TYPOS)

WARNING: THIS FAN FICTION TAKES RIGHT AFTER EPISODE 6X09: THE DOCTOR IN THE PHOTO, IF YOU HAVE YET TO SEE THE EPISODE I RECOMMEND WAITING UNTIL YOU DO!

"What's Ours..."

The ride to Brennan's apartment was silent. Too much had been said, or maybe too little. Still, she kept her lips sealed for the lack of words to explain what she was feeling.

Feeling... what was I feeling? Sadness? Emptiness? Or was it relief ? Thought Temperance as she closed her eyes, not being able to find other way to escape. She was too tired to sort through all the possibilities.

"Bones, will you be Ok?" He said as he pulled over, outside of her building. The rain still hitting the windshield, like a winter day. He once again asked her if she would like to have anyone come over and be with her, after her brush with death. And even though he didn't mention it, their confessions.

"I...I need to be alone now" She was lying. And he knew she was. But the situation wasn't in her favor. Temperance Brennan had missed her chance, and she felt she had no right to ask for anything other than for him to forgive her attitude over the passed days.. and over the passed months. Brennan opened the door fast enough solely to thank him for the ride and disappear into the pouring rain. He was gone within, what she thought, was a minute.

Time passed as Brennan reached for the door knob of her apartment. Cognizant of the forming pool of water below her shoes, she reached for the spare key under the mat knowing that her shaking hands wouldn't be able to reach for the keys from her purse in an adequate time.

After a few attempts, she finally opened the door, and was absorbed by the darkness of the living room. Lights were not necessary after so many years living in the same building, so she slowly closed the front door and walked to her bedroom only guided by the light coming through the windows, as the night accompanied her with soft lightnings.

For the first time in a long time, Temperance was scared. Has she just put in danger her relationship with Booth, or the lack thereof? If his confession over a year ago had jeopardized their partnership, what would this do to them now, that they both "knew"? She was too tired to keep thinking of it.

That night she went to bed and tried to slept like she hadn't since the beginning of the case. Still, the terrifying and distressing dreams concerning Lauren Ames' death, plagued her sleep and kept her restlessly moving in the side of the bed she claimed.

Brennan was running behind Lauren, on a dark rainy night. The medical doctor knew the anthropologist was behind her, for she looked back from time to time to see how close she was.

"Temperance, get away from me" she said, hoping Brennan would stop chasing her. But she wouldn't stop, she needed answers.

"Why? Why would you reject him and make yourself miserable? There was nothing to lose" Brennan cried at loud.

Lauren stopped and just like she did Brennan weakened her pace as she turned to face her. Brennan approached her, looking right into her sad eyes. They stood on the rain for a moment, feeling there was nothing else to say Brennan understood. "You never really answered, did you?" She said with a painful smirk. "It was me all the way, I was the one who had regrets". Suddenly, a car, that neither of them had heard since it was muffled by the rain, ran Lauren over sending her body and skull to crush right against the pavement as she gave Temperance a last look with teary blue eyes.

The next morning she woke up at 5 AM. As she opened her eyes, a handful of tears gathered in her eyelids and she looked at the ceiling.

Quietly, Brennan sorted through her thoughts on the night before and her dream, noticing a different feeling: Ease.

Still on her back and under the khaki sheets of her bed, the young anthropologist tried to figure out the purpose of her dream and it's effects.

It should not have an effect, she thought. It didn't, for in the head of Temperance Brennan dreaming was only an involuntary mental process caused only by the re-elaboration of her memories. These memories could be directly related to the events that started three day ago, such as her conversation with the pilot, hearing Lauren's voice in the recording, or even Booth rescuing her from being run over.

Booth.

What had he been doing there? Had he been following me during the whole case? Was it just... fate?

No, ludicrous.

Brennan got up quickly at the sound of her alarm clock that interrupted her thoughts. It was time to start a new day. Before 6 AM, she was already on her way to the lab, driving her blue Prius in the streets of Washington. As she approached the parking lot of the Jeffersonian Institution, her cellphone rang. Who would be calling this early? She thought. "Brennan" She answered pulling on her car's regular spot. It was Angela.

"Did Booth tell you to call me?" She said already distressed by what he might have shared with her best friend.

"Yes, in fact he did, Bren." she said impetuously.

"You sound angry, Angela" answered Brennan, conscious of the reason. "I... I'm ok, I'm actually in the Jeffersonian already." she said, sounding much more confident.

"It's just I'm worried about you, you've been acting strangely and I thought the case..."

Brennan interrupted her friend. "The case, as Booth might have told you, has already come to conclusion. No need to worry, Angela." She said, taking a deep breath, "Everything back to normality today" not really know what she meant by 'normal'.

"Oh" Angela's voice sounded undisturbed now, "Booth never told me that, I thought he was just concerned after..."

"Is that all he told you?" Angela validated Brennan's unspoken premise. He had just mentioned seeing her tired, and their fight in the office early the day before. "What goes on between us, that should just be ours" reverberated in Temperance's head, as a reminder that what she and Seeley Booth had before their separation 8 months ago, was still there, even when she couldn't see it anymore blocked by the shiny bauble impeding them from being together, known as Hannah Burley. Now, they both knew.

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