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I awoke to find myself wrapped securely in Booths arms, my head resting on his chest. I attempted to get up but that only caused him to subconsciously tighten his grip. So I wriggled and squirmed away from him but all to no avail.

Feeling my stomach lurch I prodded him in the shoulder, "Booth." He mumbled something unrecognisable and his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning Bones." He said, flashing his charm smile.

"Where is your bathroom?" I asked finally wriggling out of his grasp and not failing to notice the hurt in his eyes.

"Through there." He told me, pointing to a door on the other side of the room. I crawled out of the bed and walked to where he had pointed, pushing the door gently and stepping in. I didn't have time to admire the bathroom because as soon as I passed the threshold my diaphragm tightened and I rushed over to the toilet, sank down on my knees and threw up.

"Bones?" He called from next door, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said, breathing heavily and wiping my mouth before retching again. I heard footsteps and then felt Booth squat next to me.

"It's okay Bones." He whispered, scooping my hair from my face as I brought up the very little that I had eaten in the last few days. "All done?" I nodded, reached over, picked up his toothbrush, squirted some toothpaste on the end and began working away at the bile left in my mouth. "I'll be in the bedroom," he told me as he walked through the adjoining door.

I walked out of the bathroom half an hour later, dressed in one of Booths shirts and my jeans from the day before.

"Booth?" I started though not entirely sure of how to ask him a question of this kind.

"Yes Bones?"

"I...um...can you...uh..."

"Bones?" He asked, crossing the room in two long strides and standing inches away from me with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Can you...uh...help me change my bandage?" I finished with a weak smile and a slight blush.

"Sure Bones. Anything for you." He replied brandishing his charm smile. "Take off your top."

"What?!"

"You have to take off your top so I can change your dressing." He explained slowly as if to a child but his smirk gave him away. I did as I was told, unbuttoning the shirt slowly and dropping it to the floor. "Woah, Bones. You really should eat more." Booth said as he eyed up my stomach, my ribs protruding through my skin.

"I was working. I forgot."

"You FORGOT to EAT? Is that even possible?"

"Anthropologically speaki-" I breathed in suddenly, causing a hissing sound when he prodded my wound.

"That hurts?" He asked. I nodded and handed him a bandage. He walked into the bathroom, rummaged in the medicine cupboard and walked out again holding a bottle containing some unidentifiable liquid.

"What's that?" I asked dumbly.

"Alcohol."

"Ethanol?"

"Yes. This is going to sting." He warned, opening the bottle and tipping a little out onto a hand towel. But as he came towards me I saw not him, but Smith, coming towards me with a knife. I backed away, suddenly transported to another place.

"No one's going to save you Temperance. No one cares. Not even your little FBI boyfriend. He acts like he does but it's just so you'll liaison with him. None of your so called 'friends' really care. They just want to exploit you're abilities to make them look better at their jobs. But I care Temperance; I love you for who you are."

"Get away from me." I said sternly, keeping the fear out of my voice as I slowly backed away from him.

"I know just how you feel Temperance. I know what it feels like to have friends who pretend to care but as soon as your back's turned take credit for all your hard work."

"It's not like that."

"That's what you think but you have to believe me. Angela, Zach, Jack and Seeley don't deserve you. I deserve you."

"Like you deserved Jane?"

"She betrayed me."

"What about Emily?"

"Don't say her name." He seethed, jumping forward and pinning me against a tree. I fought against him but he was just too strong, I couldn't escape.

"Bones!" Booths voice suddenly brought me back into the present. It took me a moment to realise that I was against the wall and Booth had pinned my hands to either side of my head. I saw a scratch and the beginnings of a bruise on his cheek and realised that I had lashed out at him during the flashback. I slid down the wall, onto the floor and began to cry openly.

"Sorry," I gasped between sobs, "I'm sorry."

"Hey. You don't need to be sorry for anything." He replied, sitting down next to me and pulling me into a hug. I attempted to resist but he needed reassurance of my safety, my sanity.

It's a strange place to end it but I wanted to update tonight and wouldn't be able to otherwise

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