First of all, sorry for the delay but you know how it is with the holiday season... Busy Busy Busy! Also, on that note! Hope Everyone had a very Merry Christmas, if you celebrate that, if not - Happy Holidays! Hope you all get a well-worth it break and have lots of fun!

And here's the conversation as promised...... and some truths....!

Btw, Brennan is a little OOC - I do realise that, but for this story to work she kind of has to be. So I apologise if that upsets anyone, but it's been a while now and she's slowly learning...

Finally, (sorry for the long AN) I need a beta! I know there is a section where you can see them, but if anyone would like to volunteer it would be very much appreciated - I'm a really bad punctuation/grammar writer.

EDIT: I have changed the last paragraph of this chapter only because it was a little girl, not a little boy (This is from WHPFY - Booth killed the girls father)

Enjoy!!

As Booth heard the lock on the door click he turned to look at her.

"Why are you locking the door?" He asked confused as he stared at her face looking for an answer, and suddenly feeling slightly claustrophobic.

"We have to talk about this Booth, you're aren't going anywhere" Her voice surprised him, it was firm and sure. She was positive that they could sort it out, talk a bit, and everything would be fine. He wasn't so sure.

"We don't have to talk about anything, there is nothing to talk about. So you can lock that door and think that it will work but it's not going to work. I'm going to bed" He moved towards the en-suite that connected to their bedroom but stopped as she moved to block his way.

"No Booth. This is going to work. Why won't you talk to me?"

"I am talking to you! See? Hello Temperance, now let me through"

"Very mature Booth. I don't know who you are anymore" she admitted quietly.

He seemed to soften at her tone and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm really fine, Temp. Okay? I'm fine" he felt her shake her head against his chest and then she pulled away.

"You are not fine. You are definitely not fine!" He raised his eyebrows and backed away from her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Why don't you believe me?!" Both their voices were slowly raising.

"Believe you?! Why don't you trust me?! You are not the man I know and love!"

"Love! What do you even know about love?!" He spat back at her, and then turned the lock on the door and left the room. She quickly followed behind him yelling the whole way. They yelled back at forth at each other until Booth grabbed his keys and opened the front door.

"Leave! That's what you do best isn't it?!" Brennan yelled at his back.

Booth stopped in his tracks and finally it was silent. The yelling stopped and now there were two people staring at each other, wondering how it had got so bad.

"I'm sorry" His voice filled the silence

"Me too" she whispered back.

Both stood, staring into each others eyes. It could have been minutes, but realistically it was only a few seconds.

In two quick strides they were connected. Body to body. Mouth to mouth. A sigh escaped from Brennan's lips as they hurriedly moved back towards the bedroom, clothes leaving a trail behind them.

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Brennan lay quietly, her head against Booth's bare chest and his arm draped over her protectively, stroking her arm methodically.

"I don't know how to fix this" she whispered. Booth sighed in response, but did not answer.

"I never asked where Parker was, assumed he went somewhere" He asked instead.

"Yeah, Angela has him"

"Okay"

"I know you want to believe that nothing is wrong, but there is something. I just want to help. Don't push me away" She added and pushed herself up so she could look at his face. She smiled at him "Please?"

"I'll sort it out" He assured her "You don't have to worry, I can sort it out myself" She didn't respond at first and put her head back onto his chest.

"You don't trust me" She finally said.

"Of course I do" He replied quickly, trying to push away any of her fears.

"Then why won't you tell me what's wrong?" His hand tilted her chin up to him, forcing her to look at him

"There is nothing to tell you" He pressed his lips against hers once again and tried to distract her from her thoughts. He pushed his body into hers, causing a groan from her.
"You can't distract me with sex, Booth" She struggled to keep her voice firm.

"I could always try" he grinned back at her and she was gone.

"Look me in the eye and promise me there is nothing wrong, Seeley" She forced out, pulling away from him. He looked her in the eye, gulped, and then smiled.

"There's nothing wrong. I promise" She seemed to accept his promise as her lips moved down his body.

What Brennan didn't know couldn't hurt her. That's what he hoped anyway.

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Booth POV

As I watched her go out the door early the next morning, smiling and much happier than she had been the previous night, I almost thought that everything was okay, but it wasn't. Everything was so far from okay that I could have laughed, but I didn't. Laughter was for people that were happy, excited, enjoying life. That wasn't me.

I had convinced her that nothing was wrong, told her that everything was fine. She had finally believed me. Every ounce of my being had wanted to tell her something was wrong, something was seriously wrong, but I couldn't. How could I ever upset her? How could I break her heart again?

"Leave! That's what you do best isn't it?!" Her words had stabbed at my heart. I had done that to her, I had hurt her. While I tried to be the one person in her life that didn't hurt her, I did. So, I can't tell her what's really wrong. I know she'll deny it, say that it's not true, but I know that it is.

I don't know how to fix what is broken, but I know that I can bottle it up and keep it inside, because she doesn't need this. If all I have to do in this life is keep Temperance Brennan happy, then I'm going to do it.

I know what's true, I know that I'm responsible for what happened to her when I was away. It's all my fault. I also know that I'm never going to be able to sleep again without seeing the face of that little girl, the girl with the beautiful brown pigtails that was now missing a father. So, while I know I should tell her, I won't.

It's all my fault.

So now you know what's wrong with Booth. Whether what he believes is true or not remains to be seen... but he thinks that it's his fault and he isn't going to talk to Brennan. Will she ever get it out of him?

Amelibum xx