Hi readers… I came up with this story one night after a Bones episode. I thought, how might Brennan react if she was confronted with a reality of losing him altogether? I don't like Catherine, or Hacker, simply because they are the other people dating MY should-be-together couple. I don't know where I am going to go with this, it's a new idea, I only know how it ends…

Enjoy… :)

"Hi sweetie," Angela smiled poking her head around the corner of Brennan's office.

Brennan was seated on the floor, photos of bones laid out in front of her. She was working on a cold case. It was the early hours of Tuesday morning.

"Hi. What are you doing here so early," she asked. Angela was a late comer. Her job always followed the rest of the team, since a body was discovered. Brennan didn't see the sense in her being at the lab this time of the morning.

"I came to see you… are you alright?"

Brennan frowned. Angela sounded worried. "Why wouldn't I?" she challenged.

Angela sauntered into the room, moving with caution, as she took her place on the couch, inches from her friend. She laid her hands on Brennan's shoulder consolingly. "I know you can't always be honest, Bren, but you can talk to me about this. No matter what, I'm on your side."

Brennan whipped her head around, "I don't know what that means."

Angela sighed heavily clearly impatient. "Sweetie, you must be feeling depressed… or at least confused about all this, I mean, even if you-"

"Ang, what are you talking about? I don't know what-" Brennan was shaking her head, wracking her brain for the pieces of the puzzle, like fitting the bones together on a skeleton. Though, to Brennan, that seemed like a piece of cake compared to this perplexity. "I'm not depressed," she said.

"You're not?" Angela's eyes widened with surprise.

"Of course not," Brennan insisted.

"Bren… sweetie…"

She narrowed her eyes and looked questioningly at her friend. "What's wrong Angela?" Brennan didn't like the sound of this conversation. Angela was acting most unusual. "Why do you have the impression, something would make me so disheartened to make you raise the topic?"

Angela frowned again, wrinkling her forehead. "You know, about… Booth getting… married," she choked.

The word hung in the air for an endless moment, sucking the clean atmosphere from the room. Brennan drew in a breath, struggling to understand the words, as her chest tightened squeezing all her organs together like mush. Married? She could barely fathom the word.

Brennan shook her head. Booth had not told her anything about upping the stakes of his relationship with Catherine. He had only been dating her four months. Booth and Brennan had been working together day after day and he hadn't said a word.

Her confusion must have registered to Angela, because her face filled with worry. "I thought you knew…" she said nervously. "I figured since he was your partner and all, you would have known before the rest of us."

Brennan could only shake her head.

Angela reached out to touch her, but she flinched, jumping from the floor and bolting for the exit door. In the distance she could her Angela calling her back, but she pushed on. Something inside her snapped, as her legs took her where her mind wanted them to go – the Federal Bureau. Determined to find Booth and uncover out the truth, she rushed out of the Jeffersonian. Angela had to be wrong. Booth would never keep something so significant from her.

Brennan was beyond angry. They'd been partners for six years, or close to, he owed her this much. The only time she could remember being so angry with Booth, was when he had staged his own death, and even then, it felt different to this. Brennan had assumed time had brought them closer together, it had matured their partnership, they had grown closer, enough to be told he was getting married at least.

She marched up the stairs to the Hover building, and found him seated behind his desk. His head was down, and he was examining the ring on his fourth finger. Angela had been right, Brennan felt the air leave her body, and her stomach felt queasy as she felt something stir inside her… was that what jealousy felt like?

She slammed her hands flat down on the desk in front of him, causing him to jump back, a look of surprise plastered across his face.

"What the-"

"You're an A**hole!" she spat.

Booth drew back a little more, to give himself a chance to breathe. He could see in her eyes that she meant business, and it took only a moment to fit the pieces together. Oh, no. he dropped his shoulders in defeat. "I was going to tell you…" he said lamely.

Brennan was trembling with anger. "Angela told me! ANGELA, Booth. Why didn't you tell me yourself? She made me feel like a fool because I didn't identify the fact that you were getting married…" he seemed to wince at the word. "How could you humiliate me like that? I trusted you, even after the situation with your death…"

"That's a separate issue, Bones."

"You lied to me, Booth. I-"

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes instantly glassy.

Brennan was shaking her head. "I don't care, I hate you." She said with venom, as she allowed her emotions to overwhelm her logic.

A dark shadow crossed her eyes, the same sadness he had when she had explained to him why she wouldn't, no couldn't, couldn't give their relationship a chance. She winced. His pain became her own, causing the tears to form in her eyes, but her anger and betrayal were stronger, and she remained grounded, her feet nailed to the floor.

"Bones, I-"

The nickname made her snap, like a brittle bone. Her eyes were blazing. "Don't call me, Bones," she warned. "EVER again. Don't talk to me. I don't want a nick name. I don't want to be your friend, or your partner. Find me someone else to work with, I will never work with you again!" she stated, her eyes lingering on his face a moment, as if she was trying to capture his features in a mental photograph.

The familiar words rang in his ears. "You've said that before."

His response only angered her further. "I mean it this time, Booth! You and me are finished." She collected herself, withdrew her hands from the desk and turned to leave.

"If you can remember, we never started ANYTHING," he called. His voice sounded bitter, as she hurried away from him, her entire body trembling with both rage and disappointment.

"Good," she shot back slamming the door behind her.

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