Chapter One: TWO CHOICES
*Post 6x13 DitM*

"Every story has an end. But in life, every ending is just a new beginning." -Ray; Uptown Girls.

"Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever." -Nicholas Sparks; Dear John

"Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives." -Richard Bach

"If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise." -Robert Fritz

"It's choice-not chance-that determines your destiny." -Jean Nidetch

She sat down next to him at the bar, he was upset, she could tell. She tried to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work so she just asked, "What happens next?"

He responded with the one thing she never expected him to say, " Okay this is how it's gonna work, me and you are partners, that's what we do, we're partners, and I love that, I think thats great, and we're good people, who catch bad people right, and we argue and we go back and forth, we're partners, and sometimes after we solve a case, we come here and we celebrate thats what we do. We celebrate. So as far as I can see that is what happens next, are you okay with that? Because if you are, you stay here and you have a drink with me, alright maybe we have a little small talk, chit-chat, and if you're not, well you can leave... There's the door, and tomorrow I'll find you a new FBI guy."

"Those are my only choices?" she asked, a little bit astonished with his choices.

"Yup," he replied, "Those are your only choices."

"Fine," she replied, and got off her chair and began to walk towards the door. He watched her go, his drunken mind too far off to comprehend what he'd just done, until a minute later, when he pushed himself off the chair and stumbled out to find her. His bones.

She was sitting on a bench less than 5 yards away from where he stood, her eyes full of tears.

"Bones..." he said, walking up to the bench and sitting down. "I'm sorry."

"You gave me my choices, and I chose," she sniffled, "So go, find me a new FBI guy. Leave me. Just like everyone else did, because you, Booth, are no different then everyone else in my life."

Those words stung Booth, he didn't know how to respond to that, all he could think to say just spouted out. "Bones, I'm your guy." He leaned in and his lips almost touched hers.

"No. NO!" she pushed him away, "I can't fall for you again. I can't. I'm not going to let you hurt me again. I'm a scientist. Love is a chemical mixture in the brain, one which I do not cooperate well with. It clouds my judgement, my rationality. I can't do this, Booth."

"Bones, I love you. I always have."

"Booth, you're drunk. You have no idea what your talking about. You don't love me."

"Bones, I do. You know that. You know me."

She sighed loudly, "You need to go get some rest, you have alcohol poisoning."

"Bones, I'm not leaving without you. I'll sit here until you agree to give us a shot."

"Booth-"

"No Bones, we're doing this my way for once."

"Booth... Okay, if you still feel this way about trying out a relationship in the morning, when you're not drunk I will give us a shot... Now we have to get you home and you need to get some sleep. I know many hangover remedies that you'll probably need in the morning so I'll just stay and make them for you."

"Alright Bones."

Brennan got a taxi to stop right in front of them.

"You aren't gonna leave me standing here watching you drive away again are you?" Booth asked, with a small smile.

"No I'm not Booth. Why would I do that?"

"Never mind," Booth sighed and got into the taxi.

When Booth and Brennan got to Booth's house, she used her key to get inside. Booth stumbled over to the couch and fell on to it.

"Booth, why aren't you sleeping in your bed?" Brennan asked.

"Because you're the guest... You get to sleep there."

"No, you should."

"Fine we both can."

She decided not to argue, "Fine."

The sun was bright in the sky the next morning, the blinds in Booth's room not thick enough to fully deject the light. Booth stirred and flipped over, while Brennan groggily rolled out of bed and walked into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet and began to make some coffee for herself, so she could properly make a hangover remedy for Booth. She knew he'd need one.

Booth opened his eyes about 15 minutes later, and blinked over and over again. He thought Bones stayed over night, but he wasn't completely sure if that was a dream or not.

Then the coffee maker went off, and he heard soft footsteps in the kitchen. "Bones?" He questioned.

"Morning!" she replied, pouring some of the remedy into Booth's coffee.

"You don't have to yell..." Booth whined.

"Sorry, I forgot you'd probably be sensitive to noise..." she walked into the room and sat on the bed next to him.

"Yeah Bones... God, what happened last night?" Booth perched himself on his arm.

Brennan blinked a couple times. "You don't remember?"

"I don't remember whether or not what I remembered was a dream or not."
"I don't understand."

"I'm wondering if what I think happened actually happened or if it was a dream."

"What do you think happened?" she asked him, blue eyes wide.

"Well..." Booth smiled, pushed himself up a bit more and placed a gentle kiss on Brennan's lips. She returned the kiss and smiled into it. Booth pulled away, "So my memories were right."

"Correct," Brennan replied.

Booth put his hand on his head and groaned, Brennan took the hint and went to go grab Booth's drink. "Here," she said, "It should help."

"It's coffee," he replied, and sniffed it. "With an odd smell."

"Just drink it," she replied. Booth obeyed, making a face as the liquid entered his mouth, then looked at her as he swallowed it.

"It tastes funny."

"It will help you feel better, so drink it-" Brennan began to say, but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing.

"Who is it?" Booth asked.

"Angela," Brennan answered picking up the phone. "Hello?"

"Bren, how's Booth? I heard the news. Tell me everything."

"He's doing better, I'm with him right now. I have to go though, I'll talk to you when I come in. I'm going to be a little bit late."

"Cam won't mind, it's a slow day today."

"Yes, okay. I'll talk to you then."

"I'll text you," Angela somewhat corrected Brennan.

"Bye Ange."

"Angela heard, didn't she?"

"Yes, she did, though I don't know how-"

"Sweets."

"Is he the only one that knew about this?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah. Thats what me and Sweets's 'guy talk' was about," Booth informed Brennan.

"Interesting," she replied.

"Don't say it like that... I feel like your analyzing me..."

"Sorry," Bones looked down. Booth picked up her chin and softly kissed her again.

"Are you sure you want to be with me?" Brennan asked Booth.

"Sure as sugar."

"I don't understand. How sure is sugar?"

"Very sure," he replied, deciding not to make his headache worse by trying to explain the phrase to Bones.

Then Booth's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Agent Booth, I heard about Hannah and I just want to let you know, if you need to talk, thats what I'm here for."

"Thanks Sweets, but I'm doing okay."

"Thats good."

"Yeah. I'll be sure to call you though If I need you."

"Okay Booth, feel better."

"Alright, Sweets, thanks."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Here. I made you breakfast," Brennan handed Booth a tray of food.

"Wow Bones, thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Do you want to just lay down and watch some TV?" Booth asked, patting an empty area on the bed next to him.

Brennan sat next to him and grabbed the remote, "Sure."

Booth smiled and ate as Brennan flipped through the channels.

"Ange- what are you doing?" Hodgins walked into Angelas office and was startled by what he saw.

"I went to Toys-R-Us again..." Angela confessed. "It was all so cute. The toys... And I had to buy some for the baby."

"You're whole office is filled of stuffed bears, barbie dolls and teenage mutant ninja turtles..." Hodgins clarified.

"Yeah... So?" Angela replied.

Hodgins chuckled, "I love you."

Angela walked over to him and quickly kissed him. "I know," she replied.

The couple was startled as Cam walked into the room, "Hey love birds; we have a case."

The body was rolled in on a table. Wendell had already taken pictures and samples from the crime scene with help from some of Booth's people. The body was in a horrible stage of decomposition, the body looked as if it had been burnt, half of the skin was on the body, the other half was sliding off as it was brought in. One eyeball was missing, the other was half out of the eye socket, there was no sign of trauma to the body.

"Well this looks like fun..." Wendell said sarcastically.

"How is trying to discover how someone died fun?" Clark asked, swiping his card and walking on to the platform.

"I thought there was only supposed to be one intern at a time-" Wendell started.

"Daisy Wick, reporting for duty!- Where's Dr. Brennan?"

"I lost my drink, that made me work better. It's depressing."

"Did you know that over ten percent of the world is suffering from depression, thats one tenth of the whole world," a brittish accent came from the other side of the room.

Followed by Cam, "Woah, so many interns..."

"Why are we all here?" Fisher asked.

"I have no idea," Cam replied, "Thats a question for Dr. Brennan."

"Where is Dr. Brennan?" Daisy asked.

"Again, I have no idea. Angela said she was going to be late."

"Okay, we'll just look over the remains," Mr. Nigel Murray suggested. "Did you know that-"

"Can you please stop saying that? It's annoying," Fisher commented.

"It's my way of staying focused," Mr. Nigel Murray replied.

"Well-" Fisher started.

"Woah, woah, woah," Wendell said. "Lets all just calm down and look over the remains okay?"

"I want to know why Dr. Brennan's not here. Do you think she's okay?" Daisy randomly said.

"I'm sure she's fine. Probably just needs sleep," Clark strained a smile, trying to keep himself from getting angry because of Daisy's constant random tangents.

"Okay. Well this-" Daisy pulled out an organ from the body, "Shows that its a she."

"Put that back in the body!" Clark snapped.

"Did you know -" Mr. Nigel Murray started.

"Yes I did know." Fisher interrupted.

"Everyone lets just calm down," Wendell suggested.

Angela swiped her card and walked onto the platform, "Why are you all here?" she asked.

"Nice to see you too Ms. Montenegro- I mean Mrs. Hodgins," Clark said.

"I've been hearing racket from out here for the past ten minutes, whats going on?"

"Well, Fisher and Mr. Nigel Murray can't seem to get along, and neither can Daisy and Clark. I doubt Fisher and Daisy would get along well either, but thats just an assumption," Wendell explained.

"Why don't we split you guys up to see the body. Mr. Nigel Murray and Clark, you get the first look, Wendell you can stay, Daisy and Fisher, go help Hodgins with," she paused, "Whatever the hell he wants you to do. Okay, go."

The whole group of interns exchanged glances before Fisher and Daisy went to Hodgins's office.

"Hey Fisher... Hi Daisy... Why are you both here... In my office?"

"Your wife sent us!" Daisy smiled and answered.

"We weren't getting along well with the other three interns..." Fisher explained.

"Why are all of you in here anyways?" Hodgins asked.

"We have no idea!" Daisy's chipper voice responded.

"Ohhh... Great," Hodgins tried to smile, but could only muster a really fake looking grin.

"I know! Isn't this going to be fun?" Daisy smiled.

"Yeah..." Fisher fake smiled along with Hodgins, and they exchanged a glance.

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