A/N: I came up with this short idea AGES ago, and then when I heard about Horrid Hannah (evil troll of a woman, we already dislike with large intensity and we don't EVEN know her yet. :{ I couldn't resist using the idea to create this two-shot… I think I may have turned the characters a little OOC though. Have a good-read :)

365 days, it had been 365 days since I had last seen him at the airport. His hair parted in the middle, dressed in his army uniform and looking like he was about to cry. I carry that around with me, that image of him, despite my want for ridding it from my mind. It wasn't a nice image, I could think of better. He and I, laughing at the diner, at Founding Fathers… he and I, alone in his apartment drinking beer. There had been many occasions where his eyes watched me with such intensity that I couldn't breathe.

We had arranged to meet here, at the reflecting pool, by the coffee cart. So here I was. Two cups of coffee in hand, sipping on one and the other eagerly awaiting the embrace of his hands. Oh God… how I couldn't wait to see him, hear his voice. 365 days had been more than I could bear. I had discovered things about myself, about my emotions towards him. Time had not changed anything for me, it had only heightened the feelings I was so desperate to suppress.

My eyes scanned the area, in hope of finding the familiar face, my heart pounding in anticipation against the wall of my chest. He'd be here soon.

"Brennan!" the name didn't fit the voice, as she snapped her neck towards the sound.

It was him.

All thoughts were forgotten as he approached me. He hadn't changed all that much in a year. He still had the same build in body, the same color hair, the same wrinkles… the only difference was the dark sadness in his eyes. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as it reached out and touched his face, ever so gently.

"Booth," I whispered.

"Brennan… hi," he looked composed, not at all like I would have imagined our first reunion. But he was here. I had no expectations, no plans, I was just happy to see him. Happy that he hadn't played the hero and been killed.

I smiled weakly, as a strange sinking feeling filled my stomach. It was the second time he had greeted me by my surname and not by the endearing nickname he had been calling me since we'd met. I wasn't sure I liked it.

"I want you to meet someone," he announced. It was only then that I noticed a woman standing there beside him, a woman who was linking his arm; the way that girlfriends clung to boyfriends. The sinking feeling was evident in my stomach now. I didn't like that feeling.

"Hi…" the woman greeted holding out a hand. "My name is Hannah!"

"Dr. Temperance Brennan," I responded shaking her hand in a very business-like way. I didn't know her, and I didn't care for her, but by the look on Booth's face, I knew that he did.

"This is my girlfriend…" he explained. "We met in Afghanistan."

"He's pretty amazing," Hannah smiled locking eyes with Booth.

Anger and bitter rose to my throat like vile. I hated her. It was completely irrational to hate someone on impulse, to hate someone I didn't know, but my feelings were real. I HATED her!

"I have some important documents I need to look at," I told him, feeling an instant headache come on. "I have to get back to the Jeffersonian."

"Are you sure… what about coffee?" Booth asked. Was that disappointment I saw flash across his face?

"No, I really have to get back."

Booth gestured to the coffee in my hand. "Is that… was that for me?"

"No," I denied. I didn't want him to know that I had been waiting for him, and eagerly purchased two coffees, in the hope of sticking around to converse about the past year and the plans I had for the two of us, if he was willing. "I purchased two. I have to go…"

As I walked away from them, I felt a stabbing pain in my chest, the ache was unique. I never felt it before. I felt like crying, which wasn't like me, I didn't show my emotions that way. I knew how to hide my feelings. I knew how to bury the pain in the deep recesses of mind and never let them out again. But this was different… this was painful.

I stormed into the Jeffersonian and ran straight into Angela, my heart pounding erratically. "I HATE HER!" I spat.

"Hate who sweetie?" she asked with a frown, her hand resting on her swollen belly. Angela and Hodgins were having a baby; she had called me from Paris weeks ago to break the news. I was happy for her, and I was going to be happy with Booth… until Horrid Hannah came along. She ruined everything.

"Hannah," I stated bitterly.

Angela rubbed circles across my back. "Calm down, Bren, what happened… who is Hannah."

"Booth's girlfriend," I admitted.

"Oh," she smiled sympathetically. I hated when people did that, as if I wasn't living in my own self-pity pool of shame, I had to drag out the pity from my friends too. "I'm sorry…"

"I had plans, Angela…" I confessed. This wasn't at all how I usually worked. I liked to think about things, analyze them in my brain. I didn't go off on a tangent spilling my feelings out like a bucket of H20. But here I was, unable to stop my mouth working faster than my brain had a chance to warn me to stop. "I had things to say… and now I have all these feelings in me… I want to explode. I HATE her. I HATE Booth!" I stated shocked by my own statement. Did I really feel that strongly?

Angela sympathized.

"It's jealousy, sweetie…" she explained.

"I am NOT jealous!"

"You have feelings of bitterness… anger… frustration… all of them irrational?" she asked.

I thought about it. "Yes."

"Its jealousy," she shrugged.

I groaned, and stomped my feet as I went towards my office. "You're no help Angela!" I called over my shoulder. What would SHE know about jealousy?

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