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Author's Note: I know, isn't this exciting to see me actually updating? I'm so sorry that I didn't write anything for the last 5 months, I was so busy with schoolwork, and I still am. I got a couple of snow day this month, and finally have some free time, which is why I am updating. This chapter is not beta-ed, so be warned. As usual, I thank those who write reviews, and if anyone wants to help me beta stuff, just PM me!! Now, enjoy!

Chapter 10

Although Brennan was able to get herself out of talking with Angela about the weekend by distracting her best friend with the movie Mummy, also because Angela was being reminded by Dr. Goodman that her latest sketch was due that day; she was able to get back to work again, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Angela said.

"It may not mean something to you, but it certainly mean something to Booth."

Was it true though? Was what Angela said was true? That it actually mean something to Booth? Was it why Booth decides to help her? After all, she never really knew the true intention of why Booth wanted to help her.

As she kept working on the remains, Brennan's mind was not as focused as earlier.

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Booth stepped into Brennan's office and said, "Time to go, Bones."

Brennan looked up, confused. She looked over to the clock that said 6:30. She was surprised, the last time she checked, it was only 12, when did time go so fast? She didn't notice how long she had been working; she had even skipped lunch, which was why her stomach was growling at this very moment. "Yeah, I'll just go and grab my bags."

"What?" The FBI agent was clearly in shock. "No argument there? Just 'yeah, let's go'? What happened to the Bones I know?"

"I'm hungry. I skipped lunch." The anthropologist said.

"And Angela wished me luck on dragging you home. It wasn't hard." Booth chuckled.

"Can I drive?"

"No." Booth sighed, and wondered when would the woman give up.

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"Where do you want to go for dinner?" Booth asked once he pulled away from the museum, with Brennan sitting next to him.

Brennan shrugged, indicating that she didn't care where they would go.

"How about going home? I'll cook." Booth suggested. He took a left turn.

Brennan gave him a slight nod, a bit surprised that Booth could cook.

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Sitting at the dinning table, Brennan observed the dishes before her. She always thought Booth was the type of people that couldn't cook, but for once, she was wrong. Chicken Caesar Salad and Lasagna for dinner.

"What're you waiting for? I thought you were starving." Booth had taken notice of Brennan, who just sat there, staring at the food.

Brennan nodded, and started to help herself with some salad. As her mind started to ease off on her work, it started to go back to the comment Angela left her earlier that day.

"It may not mean something to you, but it certainly mean something to Booth."

She looked at Booth, who was already eating the lasagna. He looked like he was ready to kill an elephant in order to fill his hunger. Brennan sighed, wondered. Did it really mean something to Booth? It was just skating and a movie.

"Why are you here, Booth?" Brennan heard herself asking, causing Booth to look up from the delicious lasagna.

"What do you mean?" Booth asked slowly, trying to figure out what Brennan was up to this time.

"I mean, why are you here? Why are you staying over? You could have just walk out. You could have just not say anything. Why are you here?" Brennan demanded, wanting to know the truth.

Booth stared at his roommate. "I want to stay and help you, Bones."

"But why? You're not my best friend, and we barely work together for now. So, why do you still care? Why do you want to stay?" Brennan cried.

"Because it's the right thing to do, Temperance. Yes, I may not be your best friend, nor do we work together as much as before; but, Temperance, you played an important role in my life when we worked together, and so do now. I want to help you the best I can."

"How about the weekend? Why did you bring me to skate and then stay home and watch Mummy?"

Booth pondered for awhile before he answered, "Why do you always have to analyze everything? Can't I just do something just because I feel like it?"

Brennan was about to open her mouth to argue, but Booth continued, "The first thing that came into my mind was skating on Saturday when you kept saying you want to go to work. I thought skating would be fun, and I hadn't skate for a while, that's why I bought you to skate. And on Sunday, we stayed home to watch the movie was because I didn't know what to do, and people usually stay home and watch movie when they have time. Plus, I thought you haven't watched a movie for at least a trillion years, that's why we watched the movie."

Now Brennan looked a bit troubled, "Booth, I shouldn't…" and cursing Angela in her mind.

"Shouldn't have questioned me?" Booth helped her to finish.

Brennan gave him a slight nod.

"No worries there, Bones. I'm pretty much used to it. Now, can we eat? I'm really really hungry now."

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Later that night, while Booth was lying on bed, his mind was on what Brennan said earlier during dinner.

This weekend had been enjoyable and fun. But what was the main reason? Was it because he missed doing these kinds of things? Or was it because he was with Brennan?

Why did he choose to stay over to help Brennan? Was it really because he wanted to help her? Or was it because he cared too much not to help her in general?

Why did he care too much about Brennan?

Booth turned to the other side of the bed.

He remembered when he found out Brennan got cancer, how frightened he felt. It was like the whole world just crushed before him, it was like it sucked his life out completely. He thought he would never be happy again. But why would he feel something like this? Was it because…

Booth shook his head, trying to clear his mind. There's no way he loved Brennan. Or was there?

He thought back on the things he did for Brennan. He checked himself out of the hospital when he realized Brennan got captured. He risked his career for Brennan because he removed the evidence from a scene. He flew over half the continent because Brennan called him and needed him for finding Angela's boyfriend.

Was it love?

If it's not, then why did he always feel the need to protect her? To keep her safe? To make her happy? To keep her away from sadness?

What should he do now? Booth wondered.

If this is the last thing he could do for Brennan, he would keep her safe and happy till cancer finally took over. He would do everything he could to ensure of this. Brennan didn't need to know he loved her, she just need to know he'll always be there for her, no matter what.

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