Sorry about the centering this is my first actual fic. The other ones were all scripted.
So I apologize ahead of time for grammar errors and all that good stuff. I blame my English teachers.
"Hey!" Hannah called out to Booth as he entered his apartment.
"Oh hey what are you doing here?"
"Well, I thought we could have dinner together on our first night back" she smiled.
After seeing Brennan smile it just wasn't the same anymore. It was like he was living in a fantasy world with Hannah and once he saw Brennan's face he was brought right back down to Earth. This realization made him feel a sick. There was a dizzy rushing feeling in his head like the kind you get when you stand up too quickly. Hannah noticed.
"You don't want to have dinner?" she asked.
"No no I just…how did you get in here?" he was curious.
"Remember you told me where you keep a spare key" she laughed.
"I did?" he tried to remember but couldn't.
"Yeah I can't believe you don't remember" she frowned.
"I'm sorry" he said apologizing after seeing the look on her face. Why did it matter that much? He still couldn't remember.
"It's ok lets eat! I made mac and cheese your favorite!" she grinned at him again.
"Mac and cheese?" he asked.
"Yeah! Come on!" she dragged him over to the table.
He starred at the food. He guessed that he left out the reason why mac and cheese was his favorite food. This was just making it worse.
"Um Hannah I Don't"
"Yeah Booth?"
Even when she said his name it was wrong.
"I don't feel so good" he muttered still starring at the mac and cheese.
"What is it the food? Come on It's gotta be better then what you're used to having" she smiled until she realized he really did look pretty sick.
"No it's it's not that" he said stepping backwards and unto his couch.
It was a weird feeling. His face was burning like he was sitting next to a heater. He collapsed into the pillows. It just didn't even seem real anymore. It was like a dream he couldn't escape.
"Oh no!" she gasped. "Do you want me to get you something?"
"No no just find bones I need to find bones…"
Hannah looked around the room. What was he talking about? Who is Bones?
The next morning Booth woke up in the same place he had fallen asleep except Hannah was no longer there. Then it all came back to him. "Awww crap she's going to hate me" he mumbled while pressing his palm to his forehead. Why did he have such a bad headache? He reached for his phone and checked his messages. It was already eleven o'clock. Brennan had left him a message asking if he was all right and where he was because they needed to go over the case during lunch. Hannah had left him a message saying she wanted to meet him for lunch. "Great" he thought what am I going to say? "I guess they will just have to meet" he sighed. "Ugh I hate my life" and crawled along the floor looking for some clothes to wear.
Booth and Brennan were already sitting at a table when Hannah walked in.
"Hannah!" he called and waved her over. "This is my partner Bones" he introduced her. "Hi, Temperance Brennan but you can call me Tempe or Brennan" she introduced herself properly glaring at Booth. He smiled back at her. Hannah didn't like the way he smiled at her. She didn't like it one bit.
"Nice to meet you" she faked a smile.
"What did you call her Booth?" she asked.
"Oh Bones that's her nickname" he smiled at her again.
"Oh so that's who you were talking about last night" she was glad the mystery was solved but not so happy that this was the girl.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well last night after you started feeling sick you started mumbling stuff about finding Bones" she replied.
"You were sick Booth?" Brennan looked worried.
"No don't worry I just have this headache and I got really dizzy last night" he told her.
"Maybe it's because you aren't used to the different climate here yet"
"Yeah maybe" he agreed while disagreeing in his head.
After lunch Brennan immediately found Angela. "He has a girlfriend, Ange"
"What?" Angela asked. She couldn't believe it. "Her name's Hannah. She was a journalist or reporter or something and they met in Afghanistan." Angela still couldn't believe it. Brennan was finally ready to take that step. "Oh my god…. Bren I'm so sorry" she immediately got up and squeezed her tight. She didn't even protest. In fact when she pulled away she could see the tears in her eyes. She had never seen Brennan like this before. It made her feel awful, and she vowed to knock some sense into Booth's head even if she had to use a hammer.
