A/N: This is set after Angela and Hodgins get married, but before she discovers her pregnancy and Booth hasn't met Hannah yet (:
Thanks for reading, it might be terrible but meh :D

Revolution
Sitting on the edge of her bathtub, Doctor Temperance Brennan stared mesmerised at the white stick of plastic she held in her hand, mouth slightly open in disbelief.
She did some quick calculations in her head, trying to work out how and when this could of happened. She recalled a night that was still a little hazy in her mind, still missing some of the events like an old forgotten jigsaw puzzle that lacked a few pieces.

"Oh, no..." Wrapping the test up in tissue paper, she threw it away in disgust, before leaning with her head in her hands. How could she allow herself to be so stupid? She was kicking herself for her mistake, the mistake that could change her life forever- if she allowed herself to.
Her test had shown that she was pregnant, the little blue plus sign freezing the blood in her veins and twisting her stomach into knots. And her calculations deduced that she was at least two and a half months gone, or thereabouts.

Temperance had never been a very maternal person, although once when she and Booth had been working together on a case she had very willingly taken care of the baby of the victim- Andy, a sweet child whom Bones had cared deeply about.
She smiled fondly at the memory, and for a few seconds she allowed herself to consider that maybe, just maybe: The pregnancy couldn't be such a bad thing?
But her rationality soon took over, and the smile faded from her lips, her seemingly happy expression to be replaced by the tears that slid down her cheeks. Guilt, remorse, anxiety... A whole cocktail of emotions flowed freely through her bloodstream, each one of them tearing holes in her usually logical mind and making her head spin.
"How could you be so stupid?" She hissed to herself, sinking to her knees and grabbing fistfuls of her dark hair and sobbing quietly. Taking two big gulps of air in, she attempted to steady herself. "Okay, think, just think..." She told herself, releasing the grasp she had on her hair and sitting back on her heels. Ring, ring... Ring ring... 'Oh great.' She groaned inwardly as her cell phone started ringing, the call presumably about work.
Pulling herself up on the rim of the bath, she grabbed her phone from her bedside table and answered it as her usual self.

"Brennan." She tried to speak normally, and to not give away the fact that she had spent the last ten minutes crying desperately.

"Bones, we got ourselves a new case." She paused momentarily. Work was the last thing on her mind right at that moment.

"Oh." Booth picked up on her obvious lack of enthusiasm.

"What, aren't you happy?"

"That someone's been murdered? Not really..." He laughed, although Temperance hadn't meant it as a joke.

"Okay, okay. Listen, I'll come and get you at your apartment in twenty, all right?" She glanced up at the clock. She had twenty minutes to make herself look presentable.

"Fine." She hung up the phone without saying goodbye to Booth, not really interested in social niceties after the shock she had just received.
Padding back in to the bathroom, she washed her face, scrubbing away her tears and brushed her messy hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes for when she was at the crime scene.

She then sat on the edge of her bed, and stared at nothing until Booth arrived.

"So Cam called to say that they already found gunshot wounds on the victim, but due to other wounds they haven't been able to identify that as the cause of death yet..." Booth trailed off as he glanced at his unresponsive partner sitting in the passenger seat beside him, staring blankly ahead. "Bones?" He whistled to get her attention, and she finally looked round.

"Booth, I am not a dog."

"I know that."

"Then why did you whistle at me?" Booth sighed, shaking his head.

"To get your attention, Bones. C'mon, what's wrong?"

"Why would you assume that something must be wrong?" She snapped defensively.

"All right, no need to get angry!" He pulled over at the side of the road, turning round in his site to get a proper look at his friend. "You've been acting like a zombie for the whole journey, Bones." His voice softened. "Just tell me what's on your mind." Brennan shook her head.

"Nothing, I told you! Everything's fine." She stared ahead again, her grey eyes giving nothing away. Sighing once more, Booth revved up the engine and pulled the car away from the side of the road to continue on to the crime scene.

"Um, sweetie?" Temperance looked up to see her best friend standing in front of her desk, a friendly but concerned look glued to her face. Tempe sighed irritably. Why did everyone insist on knowing what was wrong? First Booth, now Angela. Couldn't they see she just wanted to be left alone? She cleared her throat.

"Yes, Angela? Was there something I could help you with?" Her friend pulled up a chair to sit down across from Brennan.

"Well actually, there is. It's just that you seem so distracted today, and I was just wondering-"

"You were just wondering if there was anything wrong." Bones finished the sentence for her.

"Well, yeah."

"Has Booth been talking to you?"

"Huh?" She took that as a no, and shook her head, forcing a smile.

"I'm fine Angela. Really."

"I don't believe you." Brennan was starting to grow angry. She jumped to her feet, slamming the palms of her hands on the desk before her, feet planted squarely apart.

"I'm fine!" She shouted, causing her friend to jump out of shock. She backed away, holding her hands up submissively. After a few seconds, Brennan's tough exterior crumbled and her face fell, tears filling her pale eyes. She wilted, hunching her shoulders slightly, and Angela moved around the desk to comfort her friend.

"Oh, sweetie... C'mere, gimme a hug." The pair enveloped each other, and Temperance rested her head on Angela's shoulder, tears staining her blue work shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She sobbed as Angela rubbed her back in slow circles.

"Ssh, don't say you're sorry. Don't say you're sorry... Tell me what's wrong, hey?" Bones separated herself from her friend and turned away, trying to regain a little control.

"I can't!"

"What do you you mean? Of course you can..." Tempe whirled round, tears staining her cheeks.

"I can't because I don't know whether I want-" She seemed to catch herself before she uttered something she didn't want known, and spun round again, staring at the wall in front of her.

"Whether you want what?" Angela was becoming more and more concerned. Her friend shook her head.

"'I'm sorry Angela... But I- I can't." She wiped a tear from her pale skin, and left Angela to her thoughts.

Temperance groaned and retched over the toilet bowl once again.
In her mind, she was fully aware that she hadn't anything left in her stomach to throw up, but her body seemed to take a while longer to catch up. She sat back against the wall of the toilet cubicle she had occupied for the past five minutes, panting heavily. She wiped the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead- and froze as she head the rhythmic 'click' of Angela's high-heeled shoes against the hard flooring. Drawing herself up as small as she could in the hopes she wouldn't be seen, she willed for her friend to leave again, still not ready for confrontation.

Bones had been avoiding her best friend ever since she had broken down in her office and cried in to Angela's shoulder a couple of days beforehand.
It wasn't that she was afraid of opening up to people, but more to do with how Angela might react when she discovered that Brennan was still considering abortion as an option- and at that point in time,favouring it over keeping the damn thing.

"Brennan, sweetie?" She groaned inwardly. Angela was well aware where she was. Maybe if she didn't reply... Her friend sighed, and sat down on the floor of the toilets against the stall door, so that the two were basically sitting back to back. "Sweetie, I know you're in there." She continued. "You can ignore me all you want, but I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on with you.

"Leave me alone." Brennan replied. "I don't want to talk to anyone!" Well that's a shame, 'cause I really want to listen. But it's fine, we can just sit here and not say anything if that's what you want." After a couple of minutes of strained silence, Tempe sighed, and got to her feet to slide the bolt across and unlock the door. She looked a mess; her skin pale and clammy with sweat from vomiting, bags under her eyes from the very little sleep she had gotten over the past few days, and her ponytail messy and loose. Angela stood, and put her head on one side as she took in her friend's appearance. "Sweetie, are you sick?" Bones crossed over to the sinks, and splashed some cold water on her face.

"Technically, no. But I don't feel as well as I usually do..."

"You look like you've been throwing up!" The darker skinned woman placed a hand against Temp's forehead, and her brow furrowed when her friend said nothing to confirm or dismiss her suspicions. "Wait, have you?" She put an arm round Brennan's shoulders, who shrugged.

"Yeah, a little..."

"But if you're throwing up, and you're not sick..." Her eyes widened into big brown orbs. "You're not pregnant are you?" Tempe stared at the floor, a slight blush creeping up her neck.

"Yes." She whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

"Hey, it's okay! Don't cry!" She enveloped her friend in a hug, gently soothing her.

"I'm sorry, it's just I don't know if I'm ready for a child yet!"

"You mean you're still thinking about terminating?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be! If you're not ready, you're not ready. But you know what I think?" Temperance looked up, grey eyes piercing into brown ones. "You're obviously in pieces over this. Anyone could see that." She pushed a lock of her behind her ear. "If you don't think you can use logic to make your decision this time... Why not use your feelings for once?"

Tempe sniffed, and gave her best friend a wobbly smile. Angela always knew the right thing to say.

"Th-thank you..." She stuttered.

"Any time, sweetie. Now, why don't we go get some peppermint tea? That'll help to get rid of your morning sickness."

A/N: Sorry, that's probably really bad :L But yeah... I don't know if this'll be of any interest to readers, so I'm only going to continue if I get about 5 reviews, just so I know people are reading.

It's not a ploy to get more reviews, I just feel it's a waste of time if only a couple of people are enjoying it.
It will get more interesting, I promise! :D And hopefully the next chapter will be longer too.

Thanks for reading, have a great day!