Author's Note: This chapter is a bit longer than the last. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, the characters, Hot Blooded, or Foreigner


It had been a week since her life had fallen apart. She had cried, stopped eating, stopped sleeping, everything someone would do if the person they were madly in love with were dead. But Brennan wasn't in love with Booth, so why was she acting like this? It wasn't logical, she knew that, but she couldn't help herself. She was trying to go on with her life, but his image kept coming into her mind. The picture of that giant grin that always made her happy, was now almost too much to take. She had attempted to go to work once, but Angela had forced her to go home and be a normal person for once, and Brennan hadn't objected.

Angela had been there for Brennan since the news, and as much as she hated to admit it, Brennan enjoyed and was thankful for her company and comfort. Angela had slept over every night but one, the one where Brennan had forced her to leave, insisting that she was perfectly fine. Even then Angela had only gone home for 20 minutes to pick up a blanket and pillow so she could sleep in the hallway outside of Brennan's apartment door. She was the best friend anyone could ever ask for, Brennan had realized that right after that had found out, and she was incredibly thankful for her.

Now, Brennan was trying to pick up her apartment as much as humanly possible for how she was feeling right now. She had collected all of the dirty clothes in her hamper, which wasn't much seeing as to she had only changed three times. She was still in a tee-shirt, sweatshirt, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks, complimentary of Angela, who had insisted that she take them. Brennan actually had the radio on, which was very rare for her, and the song came on, 'Hot Blooded' by Foreigner. It was too much and, with a freshly cleaned skirt in her hand, her knees buckled beneath her and she fell to the floor.

About five minutes later there was a knock on her door.

"Ange," Brennan whispers her friends name. "Come in, the doors open" Her voice cracked twice from crying.

Brennan wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to stand up. After several attempts, she finally managed to stand and shut off the radio. She resumed her laundry with watery eyes just as Angela walked into the room.

"Hey sweetie, how you holding up?" Angela asked her friend as she went over to join her in folding clothes.

As Angela got to her best friend she noticed how cold the clothes were. This was wrong, she realized. The clothes had just come out of the dryer, so they should be warm. She looked up at Brennan and noticed the red eyes and nose and the wrinkles in the skirt where she had been squeezing it.

"Brennan…" Angela put down the socks she was folding and pulled Brennan into a hug. "I hate seeing you like this sweetie, I wish I could do something"

"You can't Ange. He's gone. There's nothing anyone can do. The only way we could've saved him was to keep him here, but I couldn't do it, Ange. I tried, but I couldn't…" Her sentence was interrupted by a new flow of tears. Brennan was surprised at how many tears she had when she hadn't drank nearly that much fluids, but then again, not much was logical these days.


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