My mom is letting me drive to school today; yeah! So I thought I'd post a chapter before I left this morning because now I can leave later. I am going to have to get a REALLY well paying job to be able to afford the gas, though. Anyway, here is the chapter, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!


Something was wrong…no…different. Wrong was not the correct way to describe the way Temperance Brennan was currently feeling. She felt refreshed, rejuvenated, not bad at all. So why did something seem so different? She was just about to roll over to climb out of the comfort of her bed when she felt an arm pull her back in. What the hell?

"Stay," she heard a voice mumbled in her ear.

Brennan instantly froze; who was in her bed? Immediately she jerked her head to the body lying beside of her. Her eyes met Booth's face and she breathed a sigh of relief; it was only Booth. Only Booth!! Why in the hell was Booth lying next to her in her own bed? Why was he lying next to her at all?!

After the initial shock worn off, Brennan hated to admit it, but she was comfortable next to Booth. His arm was draped protectively around her, keeping her close to him throughout the night. Had she even woken up during the night? No, she had not; she had slept all the way through the night for the first time since she was fifteen years old.

What was she going to say to him when he woke up? Would things be awkward?

Gently removing his arm from around her waist, she crawled from the bed and tiptoed to the door. Once she had reached the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't have to face Booth if she didn't want to. She could simply go to the lab, leaving a note that she had an emergency.

'Yeah, Brennan, skeletons that have been dead for centuries are real emergencies,' she thought. She couldn't lie and say that she had a case, Booth was her partner after all. Damn.

In the end she decided it would be better if she just waited for him to wake up. She made coffee and a bowl of cereal for herself. Only when she flipped the TV on to watch the news did she realize how late it was. It was nearly 1:00 O'clock! She had never slept that late before. Damn, she was supposed to meet Angela at the mall at 1:30; she'd have to cancel.

Picking up her house phone, she dialed Hodgin's number. "Hello?" Hodgins voice asked.

"Hodgins, it's Brennan. Is Angela there?"

"Um, I think she just got back, hold on." She could hear Hodgins get up from wherever he was sitting and make his way down what she assumed was a staircase. A minute later he handed the phone over to Angela.

"Hey Sweetie!" she greeted. "What's up?"

"I can't make our date at the mall," she explained.

"Oh, what not?" Angela asked this like she already knew the answer.

Was it possible that she knew? "I'm not feeling well," she explained.

"Is that all?" Angela had to get Brennan to admit that she and Booth had slept together; well not slept together but she did want her to admit the fact that they had slept together.

"Why, is there something that you know that I should know as well?" Brennan pushed. How could Angela know?

"Fine, I admit it! I know that you and Booth slept together and I am sooooooo happy for the two of you!" she yelled into the phone.

"Booth and I did not sleep together!" Brennan retorted.

"Well I know you didn't have sex, but you still slept together and it still counts! You two looked so cute together!"

"Wait, how do you know this?"

"I came by to see how your date had gone, and when you didn't come to the door, I let myself in and-" Brennan cut her off.

"You know breaking and entering is a crime," she stated matter-of-factly.

"It's not breaking and entering when you have a key," Angela defended herself.

Suddenly Brennan felt an arm wrap around her waist. She jumped slightly but relaxed when she realized it was only Booth. "Morning," he said softly, noting that she was on the phone.

"Is that Booth?" Angela questioned.

An idea suddenly struck the forensic anthropologist. Angela had been trying to get her and Booth together for two years now; what would she do if she thought there was a relationship going on between them but could not confirm it. She would go insane! Perfect.

"Angela, can you hold on for a minute?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before she set the phone down on the table and motioned for Booth to follow her into the living room.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, but I have to warn you that Angela came by this morning and saw us asleep together," she whispered quickly. "You know how nosy Angela can be. I want to play a little game that will drive her insane."

"Should I be scared?" Booth asked sarcastically.

"Oh, very much so Seeley Booth. Now, this is what we're going to do."

A minute later Brennan had reclaimed the phone. "Sorry about that Ange, Booth came in. So what were we talking about?" she asked easily.

"We were talking about Booth," the artist replied quickly, eager for more information about the two friends. "So what happened between you two last night?"

"Oh, you know, we watched movies and stuff," she explained easily. Booth stood beside of her, waiting for his que.

"Stuff?" Angela questioned.

"Yeah, you know. We just sort of hung out." Brennan motioned for Booth to make his move.

He moved forward. "Come on Bones, come back to bed," he said softly, his lips close up the mouth piece of the phone so it sounded like his mouth was close to her neck.

Angela's mouth dropped open. What the hell was going on? She heard her best friend giggle. Brennan giggled? "I'll be there in a moment," she heard Brennan whisper. A second later she was back on the line. "I have to go, Ange. I'll call you later."

The line went dead.


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