DISCLAIMER - I don't own anything, I just wrote a story based on a TV show. Rated M for some femslash (Brennan/Cam). This is my first ever fanfiction, EVER, so review, and try and be nice when you're being constructive, I'm not that good when it comes to writing, but I got bored one night and thought I would give it a shot. So please, do criticize in any way, but can you try to be nice about it please? Thanks, J x

Update - Hey, if you do read this, could you PLEASE PLEASE review, and let me know what you like/don't like, what I'm doing wrong/what you would do differently. Thanks again, J x

Dr. Temperance Brennan, a world renowned forensic anthropologist and author, sat there stunned. She was pregnant. She had not expected this, it usually took a woman of her age a few months to get pregnant, whilst they were trying, yet, the first time she had male-female intercourse after a relatively long period of time, she had fallen pregnant. This was not something Brennan had ever wanted, aside from a short time a couple of years back, before her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth had developed cancer, and had fallen into a coma during his surgery. Ever since then, the whole topic had been forgotten, and she was fine with that, she had felt relieved that it had been. Well, the topic had been forgotten until now, as she sat on her sofa, positive home pregnancy test in hand. She remembered the night vividly; the night she had sex with Booth. It was the night that one of her so-called "squinterns", Mr. Vincent Nigel-Murray, had been shot and murdered by rogue ex-army sniper Jacob Broadsky.

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*Flashback*
Brennan, unable to sleep, lay weeping on Booth's sofa, wearing his sweatshirt, until the early hours of the morning, before she finally stood up. She tugged down the base of the oversized grey sweater down to her lower thighs before walking to his bedrooom. She didn't know what she was planning on doing, but she knew that Booth was always there for her - always - just as she was for him. So, the normally detatched, compartmentalized Dr. Brennan stood at her parnter's bedroom doorway, sobbing as she tried to exlpain the situation, not only to him, but to herself as well. Yet, before she knew it, he was holding her in his arms as she sobbed, laying back on his bed. She felt his lips press to her crown in a gentle, soothing kiss, and she found herself turning her head up to catch his eyes with hers. Soon, her hand rested on his cheek as she kissed him, and, to her surprise, after the initial shock had worn off, he kissed her back, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. His hand lay on her lower back as she quickly moved over to straddle him, her body firmly pressed down against his. He tried to control his own body as she deepened the kiss, her creamy-white arms wrapping beneath his neck, but his sweatpants soon tented beneath her, and it did not go unnoticed by the woman, who, as she pulled back for air, allowed a cheeky smile to form across her lips before pulling his sweater up from her upper half, and throwing it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lacy pink underwear as she rested her soft hands against his bare, toned abs.
*End of Flashback*

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Temperance shook her head to rid her mind of these images, she had no time for them, she had more important things to think about. What was she going to do? Her best friend Angela was due to have her baby any day now, and although she was happy for her friend, she was a little more apprehensive herself. How was Booth going to react? Or Parker, his son? How were the rest of the Jeffersonian team going to handle this, or the FBI? Would they be split up as partners because of this? She had so many questions running through her mind, and not enough time to sort through them all herself right now, and although the pair had always said that what went on between them was theirs, and she did not normally bother about other people's opinions on her personal life, this came with large ramifications, that would affect everyone in her life, all of her relationships would be affected, personal and professional. This situation made her even more anxious of what would happen with her and Seeley after that night, or what it would mean for her and Cam. Oh, God, Cam... She had forgotten about Cam.
For the past few months, after a drunken night out at a nightclub, followed by a trip back to Brennan's apartment, Brennan and her boss, Dr. Camille Saroyan, had been sneaking around together. And although they weren't officially together, as a couple, she knew that they both had feelings for one another that neither would admit, at least not yet. Brennan had known that sleeping with Booth may have caused some issues in her relationship with Camille, but now she was pregnant, it was a whole other story. She knew that she would have to tell both of them as soon as possible, as she had never been a good liar, she liked the truth, and she was amazed that she had even kept her sexual relationship with Cam a secret for so long.
So she sat there, staring down at the pregnancy test, thoughts flowing through her usually organized mind as she tried to think this through logically, but couldn't. She soon snapped out of her daze as her cellphone began to ring. She looked down to it, Cam. She lifted her cell and her purse, answering it.
"I'm on my way..."
She said down the phone, before hanging up and getting ready to leave for her date with the bronzed woman.