So...I've neglected this story for a loooooong time and I recently went back and touched up all the chapters and I've decided to finish it! It should be done in the next chapter, maybe the one after that, we'll see:)


"That's my mother?" Angela breathed, astonished at the picture. The woman was young looking, with a fresh face and golden eyes that had a flicker of brown towards the rim. She was smiling and the curve of her lips reminded her of her own.

"We believe so. She is Andromeda, a Goddess and wife to the ruler of a far off dimension that has never before been traveled to by a human or mystic from this facet." Wes spoke, his voice commanding respect.

"Why is this so important?" Angela asked. Fred rose and paced slowly,

"We believe that she is trying to signal you. From what we know of Andromeda, she is the goddess of the mind, and she may be projecting a bit of herself on you…or…"

"Or what?" She ordered.

"Or you may have inherited a small portion of her mystic gifts." Wes concluded, knowing that she wouldn't approve of the answer.

"So, wait. I'm…stuck. Like this??" She asked, taken completely aback. Fred shifted nervously.

"It's possible. But, we're going to do everything we can." Angel reassured her, laying a hand on her shoulder. She sighed,

"I'm assuming you'll need time and space to figure out a plan?" Fred and Wes nodded.

"Call me if you need anything." She mumbled.


"Ange-" Booth started.

"Yes. Everything I said before was true. She doesn't like Angel. She likes you. No. She doesn't even like you. She loves you. And she wants you to love her back. Needless to say, you do. You just need to verbalize it and make all three of our days." She puked out the explanation bomb on him, then walked on past to Hodgin's station.

Booth raised a quizzical eyebrow and glanced up at the platform. She was pulling her chestnut brown hair up into a neat, orderly bun. He looked up to the spot where the wall met the ceiling and let out a slow, long breath, allowing his tensed shoulders to relax and sink down. He gave a quick prayer, mostly, 'Angela better be right about this' and put on his game face. Metaphorically, of course.

"Hey, Bones. Can I…Can I talk to you?" He called up to her as his feet hit the platform steps.

"Well it seems as though you're already talking to me…so, yeah.." She grinned.


"What are we going to do?" Fred asked, throwing her hands up. Wes sighed and shook his head as he closed another text, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know…" His train of thought was cut off.

"What's that?" He pointed behind her head. She turned to see a small orb of golden light.


Tell me if I should continue!

~Rhea~

"This job is so hard to explain online."- Angela