Temperance smiled as she heard the phone ring through the sleep induced haze.
Mm…Must be Booth calling to say we have another case, she thought happily.
She stretched out her right hand for the phone on her night table just as it stopped ringing. The smile slipped from her face as she heard a one-sided conversation from another room.
"I know, Jack. No, we don't need anything, hon. Yeah, she's still sleeping. She's taking it pretty hard. I know, but when her parents left, and then Russ, and the foster homes…Even with her dad and Russ back, it's bad. Yes , I know I was right all along, but I feel horrible that it'd be proven in one of the worst ways…'Kay, love you too…Bye…"
He was still gone. She closed her eyes and breathed. Temperance Brennan didn't cry. Change is inevitable. We just have to move on.
With another deep breath, she swung her legs over the side of her bed and walked quietly into the kitchen
"Morning, Ange."
Angela jumped slightly, and turned to face Brennan.
"Hey, sweetie, how're you feeling today?"
Temperance ran through what was in her mind mentally.
"I don't know. Numb, maybe. I've probably slept an exceptional amount of time, but I'm still tired. But…emotionally drained, I guess."
Angela hugged her friend tightly.
"I was right, you know. What I said about your feelings for Booth, last year."
Temperance pulled back slightly, and hesitated.
"I suppose…I'm confused though. I've never felt like…this…about my other partners, not even Sully. It's…odd."
Angela laughed quietly.
"It's love, sweetie."
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering: was he really here?
Is he standing in my room?
No, he's not...
'Cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.