The Future Isn't Brighter Than The Bones

Chapter 3: Guilt

Cam's POV:

Booth then stomped into the room me and the two Angela's were in. Dr. Brennan wasn't far behind. Angela (Mason) didn't move; even when the fuming Booth walked right up to her. She kept her hands on her hips and slouched a bit. She was in a very comfortable pose; Booth didn't intimidate her at all, and that's probably making him even more upset.

I then looked at what Angela (Mason) was wearing. She had torn jeans and a long gray striped camisole. A very casual outfit.

"Don't back talk me." Booth said sternly. I swear I saw Angela (Mason) roll her eyes.

"Yeah. Whatever." She replied. He walked out. stayed.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan; and you are?"

"Dr slash Special Agent Angela Temperance B- Mason at your service.

"Sorry about Booth, he acts like that a lot." Dr. Brennan lied.

"He seemed really mad. I've never seen him like that before, and I've known him for a while."

"That's very reassuring." Angela (Montenegro) muttered.

Booth's POV:

I went into Bones's office because I was too mad to drive. I sat on her couch and started to tap my feet roughly on the floor.

"Why are you being so rude?" Bones asked. Me? I'm being rude?

"She's the rude one."

"You're whining." She said.

"No." I replied.

"You and your alpha male shit- You are trying to intimidate her, and just because its not working-"

"I-" I started. She just walked out. Now, I really hate Angela. The little one.

Angela Mason's POV:

I heard the yelling and then the guilt came. I made my parents fight. I may have changed the future for the worse. I looked at myself; I'm still here. I'm okay. Wow, did that sound selfish.

Mom walked in rolling her eyes. She had her arms crossed and their were tears building up in her eyes.

"You okay Sweetey?" Ange asked.

"Fine. Do you need me anymore today?" She asked.

"Booth does" Ange said.

"Send Zack." She said.

"Dr. Brennan, we do need you here." Cam told her.

I made my parents fight, enough to make my mom cry. Their fight ( and my mom's tears) were my fault. I looked down. I've been such a smart-ass lately. Not just here, but in the past. Ever since 'the event' I've been rude to everyone I love. Sweets said it was my way of coping, but it doesn't excuse my behavior.

"What's wrong Angela?" Ange asked me.

I sighed. "Nothing." I said. I could tell Ange wasn't buying it. A subject change is in order. "Hey. I'll be back, I have to get a room in a hotel before there are none left."

"Okay." Cam said.

"You need someplace to stay?"

"Yeah" I replied.

"You can stay with me." She said.

"I don't want to impose-"

"I'm offering." She replied.

"And I have a dog..." I told her.

She looked happy. "What kind?" She asked.

"I don't really know. She's a mixed breed and I got her from a killers house-"

"Okay..." Ange said.

"So do you want to stay with me?"

"If you don't mind..."

"I don't." She said and smiled.

"Do you live near here?" Cam asked. That is actually a really hard question to answer.

"Yes and no."

"You mean-?" Ange asked.

"I'm going to find a place to live near here." Lie.

"Have you found anything?" Ange asked.

"Yes." Lie.

"Are you living alone?"

"Yeah." Lie. Since the first answers were; its a chain reaction.

"Is it a mansion?" Cam asked.

"Obviously. I wouldn't settle for any less." Truth.

"You go girl." Hodgins said as he walked into the room.

"Wait, are you rich?" Ange asked me.

"I'm well off." I replied.

"Like Dr. Brennan well off or Hodgins well off?" Ange asked. I gave her a fake confused look.

"What do you do that makes you 'well off'?" Ange asked.

"If you're asking what I do for a living," I said. She nodded. "I'm a fiction writer." I told her.

"How old are you?" Hodgins asked.

"I'm fourteen." I replied.

"And you're living alone?" Cam asked.

"You can't live alone." Ange said concerned.

"You can stay with me." Mom said.

"I'll be fine...:" I said.

"You're only fourteen." Ange said.

"I'm a fourteen year old who knows advanced combat and fighting skills. Not to mention the fact I can speak nine languages fluently." I said. I sounded so intelligent.

"So you're an FBI agent-" Cam started.

"I am, but I can't go anywhere without another agent. I mean 'anywhere' as in a crime scene and such." I corrected.

"Right... So you're an FBI agent, an anthropologist-"

"Just got my degree in that and kinesiology. The same courses my mom took." I told them.

"I took those two courses." Mom said. I smiled. Angela looked at me suspiciously.

"So, you're an FBI agent" She started. I gave her a look. " with circumstances to follow, an antropologist slash kinesiologist, and an author."

"Yes." I said.

"Sound like someone else we know." Angela murmured to Hodgins. He looked at her smiling. How do I always acknowledge these things?

Cam looked shocked. I don't get why she was surprised (other than the fact that a fourteen year old genius was standing in front of her).

"Why do you look so shocked?" I asked her.

"No reason." She said hesitantly and looked away getting back to the tox-screen.

To Be Continued...