This is another one-shot of an emotional scene from the show as told from Brennan's point of view.

Thanks to those who have already reviewed, I already had this written when I posted the first chapter, but I didn't want to upload it until I saw if people enjoyed the first part. I hope you guys like this one too.

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The Two Together

Season 4 episode 3- 'The Man in the Outhouse' recap: Booth discovers, while working on a case, that his partner is dating two guys. Jason, a botanist with whom she shares a purely conversational relationship with, and Mark, a deep sea welder whom Brennan only sees sexually. Booth thinks this is immoral, unpractical, and wrong. The two men find out about each other just before B and B make the case-solving arrest. This scene is Brennan and Booth in Sweet's office after they close the case.

I walked into sweet's office in front of Booth. We had a meeting, though my mind wasn't really on Sweets at that moment.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Come on in. You look nice Dr. Brennan."

I immediately looked down at my tight, shimmering, navy blue dress. "Oh, thank you. I-uh I was supposed to go to a Gallery opening tonight."

Booth and I saw down on the couch in our usual positions. "Why, did Jason get a new tight suit?" he asked, somewhat cynically.

I glanced down at my lap. "With Mark."

Sweets smiled knowingly. "Yeah, the two amigos."

I glared at him, unintentionally giving Booth the chance to speak. "I thought he was more of your stay at home kind of a guy." He turned his head to look at me.

"I was visiting the possibility that I might enjoy him in a strictly conversational setting." I met Booth's gaze for only a moment before looking back at my lap.

"And?" he asked inquiringly.

I inhaled deeply before speaking. "Since the murder, I'm considering the argument for monogamy."

Booth grinned. "Ha! Write that one down Sweets. I have a positive influence on her."

"No you don't" I chuckled nervously. "Mark broke up with me." I chuckled a little to ease the tension in the room, then looked at my partner. I felt my smile slowly fade as I looked away.

"Oh. Sorry" he replied. "Well what about gay Jason?"

"Him too" I answered, no longer laughing. I nodded, then turned to Sweets. "I guess they weren't as accepting of each other as I thought. So…"

A nervous laugh escaped from my lips as I faced the phycologist, no longer smiling. Being rejected still hurt, even if sexual attraction was just an involuntary release of hormones and intellectual stimulation could be found in many areas.

"Is it typical for you two to discuss your love lives?" Sweets adjusted his position in the large chair.

I opened my mouth, but hesitated. I knew Booth thought I had bad taste in men.

"Well, I mean only when she has naked men in her apartment." Booth said, facing Sweets.

I looked at him, indignant. "No that's not true! I'm very open about my relationships. As opposed to you…" I got very quiet towards the end, letting my voice fade away.

"Okay what's that supposed to mean?" Booth asked, sounding offended.

"You're very secretive" I said, defensively. "As if discussing your sex life would somehow be offensive to me. I assume you're sexually active." I replied, slightly uncomfortable. I wondered if he knew how I felt discussing his sex life. I couldn't know for sure.

"I do fine" he said. I looked away from Booth and back towards Sweets.

"Does it seem that your partnership provides a surrogate relationship, making it more difficult to form other bonds?"

"A surrogate relationship wouldn't necessarily be such a bad thing. Cause then I could avoid the sting of rejection, which, however fleeting, is still uncomfortable." I said it. It was out there. Now they knew and I couldn't take it back. I didn't look at Sweets after sharing something so revealing. I looked at Booth. Could he possibly know?

Booth's face was drawn and concerned. "Right. K, look I'm sorry. You know what, if Mark and Jason don't know how lucky they are, they don't deserve you in the first place."

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and my heart rate quicken. "All relationships are temporary" I said, more to convince myself than anything else. I shifted my gaze once again to stare at my lap.

"No that's not true Bones." He said, staring into my eyes, forcing me to meet his gaze. He leaned in, closing the distance between us. I could almost feel his body heat spreading over me. My face was a still, expressionless mask. But my heart beat wildly and I felt my stomach grow hot with fear.

"You're wrong. Okay? There is someone for everyone. Someone you're meant to spend the rest of your life with."

I took a shallow breath, barely able to function. My cheeks burned and my abdomen felt heavy as lead. I couldn't speak, I had no words to reply to his analysis.

"You just have to be open enough to see it." I met his gaze, staring into his melted chocolate colored eyes. I forgot how to breathe. Could he know?

"That's all." We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like eternity. My breathing was shallow and irregular. I hated that he made me feel this way. I hated that I had no control over my own body. But I didn't hate him. Could he have any idea? I couldn't tell. I knew I was in love with him years ago. I was always painfully aware of my attraction to him. But could he know? I couldn't discern any meaning in his brown eyes. I couldn't read people like he could. We just stared at each other, silent.

He inhaled deeply. "Come on. I'll buy you dinner." I hesitated, still trapped in my own world. "Hey, I can be fun in a strictly conversational setting." And just like that, I was shaken from my thoughts.

"See? Surrogate relationship." Sweet said as we stood up.

"Surrogate nothing. It's a meal, with drinks, strictly conversational." Booth clarified as he helped me into my jacket.

"I could come too" Sweets offered.

"Actually, our partnership does make it difficult to form other bonds." I replied, quoting the psychologist. If only he knew what I really meant. "No offense."

"Our session isn't over yet" Sweets protested as we left the room.

"How about Chinese?" Booth asked.

"I love Chinese" the doctor interjected.

"I feel more like Thai" I replied. Booth and I always ate Thai. It was our thing.

"Thai? I've got coupons to Hop Lee!" Booth exclaimed, protesting my choice of food.

And we left, all thoughts of my dilemma with my partner gone from my mind. Emotions were too difficult for me. I too often don't understand them, and Sweets can tell far too much about me by watching me struggle. Someday he will find out the truth about my feelings for Seeley. I really hate psychology.


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