Only Time Will Tell

By Cameron Sasmor (GyMusicAddict)

Disclaimer: I once again do not own "Bones", I'm just borrowing the characters for my own entertainment.

Author's Note: I was sooo excited about getting Alerts and Favorites that I went and wrote Chapter 2; too bad I don't have all the time in the world to write this, otherwise I would. I do not actually know which day of the week the season finale took place on, but I'm making it a Friday, so that I have the next day, Saturday, to write about. Sorry for such a short chapter, maybe when my writing skills improve they'll get longer. Thanks to my sister for being me editor, love her! Again, all reviews are appreciated; and enjoy. :)

Chapter 2

Brennan woke not knowing where she was. Noticing that she was wearing her clothes from the previous day did give her a bit of comfort, but she was still confused. She sat up in bed and looked around. After a quick look she logically concluded that she was in the bedroom of a male. She then looked to her right and saw a sleeping Booth. Brennan then began to remember how she came to be in Booth's bed, once again. She remembered Booth bringing her back to his apartment after she told him her secret, that she was pregnant, and then laying down on his couch. After this she didn't know when happened, but she logically concluded that she had fallen asleep and Booth had moved her into his room to sleep. At the same time Booth began to stir and awaken as well.

"Hey, Bones…" he said groggily propping himself up on one elbow, "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," said Brennan, noticing that Booth did not happen to be wearing a shirt.

"Well, that's great," Booth replied, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"I don't know; what do you want?" She asked, feeling awkward sitting there staying at his bare chest.

"Well," he started, noticing that she was staring at him awkwardly, "I was thinking we could go to the Diner and talk about what we're going to do about our situation. And Bones, "

"What," she said, snapping out of her Booth induced trance, trying to act natural while blushing.

"I was going to ask what was wrong, because you looked kind of out of it," he continued.

"Wait, really," Brennan spoke quickly, "There's nothing wrong," her face turning even redder as she looked away.

Booth, obviously knowing what was going on, gave her one of his signature Booth smiles and laughed slightly. "Bones, it's ok," Booth said while still laughing slightly, "You can look at me."

"I wasn't!" She said indignantly, trying to deny the obvious truth while folding her arms across her chest to prove her point.

"Yes, you were!"

"No, I wasn't. And yes," She continued, "I would enjoy it if we could go to the Diner."

"Great!" He replied. "Now, do you want to take a shower or go by your apartment for a change of clothes?"

"Yes actually, I would like to take a shower. But, were just going to the Diner for breakfast, we can go by my place so I can get a change of clothes afterwards."

"Sounds good," said Booth as he swung his legs over his side of the bed and stood up; making Brennan blush more as he was only wearing sweats. As Booth turned around he noticed her incredibly red face and recommend he take a shower first, she gladly complied knowing the quicker he showered, the quicker he would put on a shirt, and the quicker she would stop acting embarrassed and irrational.

While Booth was in the shower Brennan made her way around the rest of Booth's apartment, observing her surroundings. She found that Booth's apartment was very organized in comparison to those of other men she'd been in. While Brennan was looking around Booth had finished his shower and had begun to watch her from the bedroom doorway. Booth couldn't help but admire how she looked beautiful now, even with her wrinkled clothes on from the day before and bed-head. Brennan then began to get a feeling that she was being watched so she turned around to find Booth watching her in the doorway wearing only a towel; 'there goes my attempt at being rational' she thought.

"Hey," stated Booth calmly, "Your turn Bones."

"Y-Yeah Booth," said Brennan distractedly as she was staring at him once again.

"I'm gonna go get dressed now, ok?"

"Yeah, sure…"

As Booth turned to reenter the bedroom Brennan's trance was lifted and she mentally scolded herself for becoming distracted by Booth's, amazing, body. She then made her way to Booth's bathroom to take a shower; thankfully this went off without any 'Boothy' distractions. The two then continued to get ready and drove to the Diner in silence. When they were seated at their usual table, sitting across from each other, Booth felt it was time to break the silence.

"Bones?"

"Yes, Booth?"

"This morning…"

"Yes?" Brennan said with a confused expression on her face.

"You, your red face…"

"Oh, that…" Brennan whispered, realizing what he was referring too.

"Yeah, about that, sorry for, um, embarrassing you," he finished.

"No need, it's just the pregnancy hormones," she stated matter-of-factly, trying to mask her uneasiness.

"Sure, we'll go with that. So, what should we start with?"

"What?" Brennan once again asked confusedly.

"Remember Bones, we came here to talk about, you know, us…"

"Oh, yes…Well, I believe we should begin with where we stand as a couple."

"Ok then, where do you think we stand?"

Brennan, getting her smart, 'squinty' look on her face, stated, "I believe that little has changed. This unexpected turn of events is just our relationship evolving."

"Just our relationship evolving?" said a surprised Booth, "It sure didn't seem like that last night when you were crying on my shoulder."

"Well, I've had some time to think logically about our 'situation' and I believe that our relationship has just taken a different path than we previously hypothesized."

"Oh really?" said Booth as he began to get exasperated, "I've told you many times before Bones, you can't use scientific reasoning with emotions like love, they don't follow scientific patterns!"

"Yes they do," affirmed Brennan, "Like I've told you several times Booth, love and other emotions are only chemicals reacting in the brain."

They both sensed that this argument was quickly getting out of hand and people at neighboring table were starting to notice, so they both quieted themselves and resolved to glare at each other across the table. Perfect timing too, as Dr. Sweets had just walked in the restaurant door.