This is my first FanFic so beee nice!

Eight years later (for the purpose of the story, it's only been one year)

Time goes by fast

Got my memories

And they will last

The earth seemed overjoyed. The sun shone bliss everywhere and the clouds were aglow with happiness. These feelings seeped into Dr. Temperance Brennan through her airline window. She was on her flight to Washington D.C. She was going home after a long 12 months away. Her thoughts were branded with faces. Their faces. She thought of Sweets as he bade Daisy farewell. Oh, how she missed Sweets. Though it surprised her, Brennan missed the young psychologist and his theories including the one that she and Booth were in love. Though he sometimes got on her nerves, Temperance found that she was looking forward to seeing Lance Sweets again. Her mind drifted to Jack Hodgins, the bug and slime guy who gave her a chart with all the poisonous creatures of the jungle. She was proud of herself for noticing that this was a sign of love. Brennan also missed Camille, her boss, and remembered Cam's expression when she said, "Actually, I worked for you." And Dr. Saroyan replied "We both know better." Brennan remembered how Angela's hug was one that a best friend should never have to go a year without. Angela. She and Hodgins were spending the time together on a yearlong honeymoon in Paris. Oh, how she yearned to see her best friend again.

And Booth. Yes, she remembered Booth. How could she forget her friend for 6 years, partner for 5 years? Only once had they been away from each other for a whole year. Booth. The name sent her brain cells and synapses crazy with images and thoughts. Booth, the man who could have fathered her child. Booth, her partner with whom she'd stared death in the face. Booth, her friend who was always there for her. Booth, the gambler. The gambler she missed. The man with brown eyes that gave her attention, the brown eyes that understood and explained things when she said, "I don't know what that means." Booth, in every way, fit her definition of a soul mate. The soul mate she had gone a whole year without.

But she would see him soon. Yes, soon everything would be okay. They would be together at the coffee cart, and they would never be apart again. Her stomach tightened in realization. She missed Booth, but she'd see him soon. She'd see him soon. They'd be together. Soon. Something wet dribbled down her cheek. Still gazing out the window, Brennan slid her hand across her face. It was a tear. A tear of joy.

I tried to keep it simple cuz I hate goodbyes

I tried to keep it simple by telling myself

That I, I will remember you

And all of the things that we've gone through

There is so much I could say but words get in the way

So when we're not together

I will remember you

Together, they were one. His locks of curly almond honey entangled themselves with her strings of wavy chestnut. Angela opened her eyes and gazed at the face of her angel. Jack Hodgins. Angela's angel. She smiled to herself. The room was quiet. They had returned from Paris and were now on their estate, in their house, in their hallway, in their room, in their bed, in each other's arms. Sensing his wife was awake; Hodgins turned and took in her features as they were shadowed with the morning's sunlight. She gazed back into his crisp blue eyes, and they stayed motionless and silent, lost in each other's eyes. Finally, Angela whispered," Today's a big day."

Hodgins raised an eyebrow. "Today. Is. Going. To. Be. A. Big. Day." Angela repeated her statement as if she was talking to a five year old. Hodgins let out a sigh. "Does that mean we have to leave the bed today?" her eyes met with his. Smiling she replied, "Duhh. And preferably before 11." She started to sit up.

"And what happens at eleven?" Jack asked as he rolled a lock of her chestnut hair around his finger. She stared at him. "Jack!"

"Angela." He replied calmly. She sighed. "Jack, today Brennan's flight arrives at 11. We don't have to pick her up. I mean, we could stay in bed all day long and leave my best friend whom I haven't seen in a year," she paused to add emphasis, "at the airport after her long flight from Maluku Cuckoo, Indonesia." She cocked her head playfully and awaited his reply. "You are so hot when you're sarcastic." Okay, that she wasn't expecting. He leaned in to kiss her. Their lips molded together as they inhaled each other's scents. Hodgins pulled Angela closer, his hands tracing her back through her thin cotton tank.

Pulling her lips away, she said, "Has Booth come back yet?" Angela ran her finger along Jack's jaw line. "I think so, yeah." He said breathlessly. He leaned in for another kiss, and then added, "We might see him tonight, after he and Dr. B. catch up, of course." Rolling on top of her husband, Angela kissed him again. She ran her hands along his chest and under his shirt. Her touch sent a chill down his spine. Their lips moved faster, they could taste each other in their mouths.

Angela's lips and hands stop abruptly. Jack's eyes locked with hers and flooded with confusion. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes. Rolling off him, she fell to the floor. Angela was feebly scrambling against the sheet that was twisted around her leg. "Angie?" Hodgins was at her side. She was on her knees crawling to the bathroom door. "Bathro-"She was cut off short as a tremor shook her body and her stomach emptied on the floor. Holding her hair, Hodgins rubbed her back soothingly. She curled into a fetal position in his arms.

Angela whispered two words into his ear. Those words left Jack Hodgins speechless.

What did Angela say? Please review! Coming up next is Sweets! Any ideas, comments, concerns, critiques are welcome!