A/N: Well hello! This fanfiction was mainly inspired by my annoyance over the fact that Booth and Brennan need to get into bed some time soon. Well at least that's my opinion, and this is what my muse came up with. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I'm not Hart Hanson. If I was, Zack would still have hands.

She was woken up from her strangely blissful slumber to a rather different reality; she had a piercing headache, her mind seem

She was woken up from her strangely blissful slumber to a rather different reality; she had a piercing headache, her mind seemed fuzzy and unnatural and there seemed to be an irritating rapping noise that she isolated to be coming from maybe the first room of her flat, or outside it.

Unwillingly she opened her eyes, staring blankly up at the plain white ceiling of her bedroom, her head throbbing as she inhaled ever so slightly, the musty, alcoholic smell of the room wafting into her nose. Probably the reason for the headache, she thought as she groaned; the noise hadn't ceased while she was processing her thoughts.

She yawned, stretching her appendages slowly to wake herself up, and it was then that she turned her head to the side, revealing the other half of the double-bed that she hadn't had somebody else to share it with for so long. Well, for not so long now.

He was busy, snoring away on the other side of the bed, his face turned away from hers. Her heart clunked in her chest, who was he? She didn't remember anything like that from the night before; in fact she didn't remember anything at all.

Slowly levering herself out of the bed as not to disturb him, she suddenly realized as she slid out of the covers that she was naked, not a single appendage of clothing onto her - that too, was odd. Usually she went to bed in at least her lingerie. Dismissing the thought in the clinical way she tended to favour, she grabbed the thick sheet from the bed, creeping around to the other side where his belongings were.

Fiddling around with his stuff, she grabbed the wallet and flipped it open, only to see a familiar face. Parker's. Probably a school photo, carried around by a doting father. Oh crap.

"Bren, sweetie? Are you there?" A voice called out, the rapping continued. She placed it as Angela's voice, which made things even worse. She had slept with her partner the night before, most likely willingly, because she knew that he wasn't a stranger in her dreams. And now, Angela was at her doorstep.

Rubbing her forehead, she stepped out into her living room, with only the sheet around her. She didn't have time to make up excuses to Angela and get changed. She'd have to deal with Booth after she dealt with Angela - though it would be hard to shake off her accusations, she could see his white business shirt draped over her couch.

Opening the door as she fumbled with the lock, she greeted her best friend with a curt "what are you doing here?" before she could get a word in herself.

Angela's eyes widened at her choice of clothing, but then flashed back to normal when she saw the shirt draped over the couch. Good thing she didn't recognize who's it was.

"Who is it then, the lucky man?" She asked in that irritating, gossip-loving way that only Angela could master. Brennan just sighed internally, hoping and hoping that she didn't find out, or she would never see the end of it. Angela wouldn't let up on her fangirl moments when they had just met; she would be increasingly worse if she found
out that she had spent the night with him.

"Nobody Ange - this isn't a good time." She tried to close the door on her friend, but Angela caught it with her hand and eased it open. "Just tell me who it is, Bren. It's not like I'd know them." She added, not knowing how wrong she was, her eyes flickering around the apartment as if looking for a sight of the mystery man.

"It's not important, I really have to go. I'll talk to you later." She promised, adding on a little hint that she was sorry for dismissing her like that. Angela finally agreed, nodding her head and saying her goodbyes in a conversation that didn't last all too long when she heard his voice.

"Bones?"

Brennan's look was mutinous.

-TBC-

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