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When Brennan walked into the lab the next morning she was feeling tired, irritable, and confused. To tell the truth, the irritability mostly stemmed from the confusion. It wasn't a feeling that she was particularly used to, and she wasn't very good at dealing with it. Bones was hoping to find Booth walking towards her with a case file, or at least to show up. If he did it would give her the ideal opportunity to work some things out. She may not have had Booth's gift of getting people to answer questions during interrogation, but she was fully prepared to drill Booth with questions and information until he finally broke down and answered her.

She was disappointed however. The lab's only occupants were the normal scientists and doctors. Sh held out hope that Booth would show up, but as the day wore on, she began to feel doubtful that he would be showing up that day. Finally she broke down and asked Cam.

"Sorry Doctor Brennan. But according to Director Cullen Booth took a personal day today," Cam explained to Bones.

Bones ground her teeth together. Well fine then! If Booth wouldn't show up at the lab to talk to her, she would just have to pay a visit to his house. Once she finished her work for the day at around 2 o'clock she left the lab and drove to Booth's.

When she reached his front door she hammered on the door for several seconds before it was wrenched open startling her. She found herself staring at a teenager with unruly brown hair and blue-green eyes. He was wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

"What. In. The. Hell. Is. So. Fucking. Important." Connor enunciated carefully, with venom dripping from every word.

Bones was struck dumb. She couldn't find the words she wanted. She had been so shocked by the boy's appearance that she didn't know what to do.

Connor on the other hand, wasn't feeling at all uncomfortable. He had learned some manners since coming back to hell, but to him, the next course of action was fairly simple. Give this strange woman another 30 seconds to explain herself, if she was threatening proceed to strangle, if she was none threatening, slam the door. Either way he would get to go back to his nap.

Bones was still trying to find her thoughts and Connor checked his watch. 22 seconds...

"Connor?" Booth's voice called. "Who are you talking to?"

Bones's mouth gaped open. This boy couldn't be the baby from the picture. Booth would have had to have been no older than 17 when he was born.

Connor rolled his eyes. "If I knew I would have told you."

Angel reached the door feeling slightly worried. Connor wasn't exactly a welcoming person. In fact he could be down right unnerving to most people, especially those who weren't used to him. He saw Bones standing there and jerked immediately into a more aware state. He immediately recognized the problem of the situation and tried to work out how to solve it. "Connor go back inside," he said calmly.

Connor started to protest but was cut off by Angel's low growl off, "Now!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going," he muttered he stepped back through the door and Let Angel go out of it before slamming the door hard enough to shake it slightly in it's housing.

"What do you want Bones?" Angel asked tiredly.

"Who was that?" she asked. He opened his mouth to answer but Bones cut him off. "And don't try to lie to me because his physiognomy matches your's almost exactly.

"Okay," Angel agreed.

Bones crossed her arms over her chest dumbfounded. "That's it? Just okay?"

Angel ran his hands distractedly through his hair, making it stick up even farther, and shrugged. "I don't know what else you want me to say. You didn't need an answer to that question, I don't see why I should have to give you one." His toan was even and cold.

Bones felt even more irritated now. "Booth. You have been lying through your teeth since these people showed up. Probably even for longer. The rest of us have checked and your past doesn't make any sense! Now I am your partner, quit the lying, and give me some fucking answers!"

Another growl spread it's way up Angel's chest and out through his throat. He knew that it was breaking with who Booth was, but he couldn't help it. Angel had never liked taking orders. To much in his life wound up completely screwed when he did. Liam had never taken orders because he hated his entire family. And if anyone had ever tried to give an order to Angelus, then they would be lucky if the least that happened to them was a snapped neck.

Angel was to tired, stressed, and basically pissed off to control his inner demon. All of his self-control was currently being channeled into keeping his face in its human form.

Bones took an automatic step back. The sound coming from Booth's throat was more than unnerving, it was down right bone chilling. And the light behind his eyes wasn't the normal cheerful light that lit Booth's face. Her body felt like nitrogen was being poured into her blood stream. Everything in her body was telling her to run.

"Have you ever considered that I might not be giving you answer's because I don't think that you would ever in a million years believe me," he hissed. "Your life is logical Bones. Everything about it is in neat little boxes. Your world is centered on rational order."

"I am aware of this," she told him.

Angel stopped her from going farther. "Yeah well, that's the dream world Bones. In the real world, in my world, almost nothing works the way you think it does. You think you know about evolution, believe me you don't know about half of the things in this world. The things that go bump in the night."

He backed away. "The way my life works isn't rational Bones. It's chaos, and it's dangerous, and it's painful, and it's fighting, and it's every single god damned day, but that's how it works," he took a deep breath and shut his eyes to avoid looking at Brennan's confused expression. It made it easier to shut down Booth's voice screaming inside his head.

He opened his eyes again and sighed. "Your life is safe Bones. All wrapped up in little boxes, and if you take my advice, you'll keep it that way," He leaned back against his door. "If you decide you want to jump head long into a world where reality is up side down, logic is twisted, and rationality is pretty much screwed then come back. If you like the world your way, then I will back you 100%, and you will stay the hell out of my personal life."

He opened his door and walked back inside.

Bones heard the lock click. She was now even more confused, and more than a little bit scared. The way Booth had acted was nothing like how he had ever acted before. It was like someone else was talking through her friend's mouth.

On the other side of the door Angel slammed his palm hard in to the door before leaning his head against it. He breathed deeply several times. Having conversations like that one were hard enough when it was just him. They were damn near impossible when he had two additional voices echoing through his head. Angelus was laughing and making congratulatory comments on the harshness of his words. Booth on the other hand was shouting at him to get the hell back out th door and apologize.

"Angel?" Buffy asked softly. "Are you alright?"

Angel gritted his teeth and nodded without looking up.

Buffy could see the tendons straining in his neck and jaw and moved forward. She rubbed the knots very gently. Angel let out a slow breath and tilted his neck to give her better access. Buffy took his hand and guided him over to the couch.

They sat and Buffy pulled his head into her lap to continue massaging his jaw and neck. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Liar," she murmured. "I can tell when you're in pain."

Angel sighed. "It's getting worse," he murmured. "Inside my head is getting worse."

"How do you mean?" Buffy asked gently.

"I can hear Angelus, and Booth inside my head," Angel explained. "Angelus I can deal with. He's always under the surface. But this other guy, he's a whole different person. Angelus is different, he's literally just another part of me."

Buffy made a quite discontented sound.

Angel turned to look up at her. "You know it's true," he said gently. "You've seen it. When I fight or when I get too angry, it slips. When I get to angry or emotional, or in a truly vicious fight, then it's not my soul in control, it's the demon. And he loves it, and that's when life feels simple."

Buffy nodded. "Spike has said that too," she mused. "I feel something like that sometimes. Maybe it's not exactly the same, you guys are actually full demons, but I think the idea is the same."

He was silence waiting for more of an explanation.

"The rush when you get in a real fight. When that's the only thing in your head. Like you're alive, and unstoppable, and sure maybe it's a little reckless but it feels free." Buffy finished. "So Angelus is talking a little louder these days?" she changed the subject.

"Practically screaming," Angel confirmed. "Almost every move I make gets double commentary from Angelus and Booth. It makes it hard to concentrate on which thoughts are mine, and which ones are their's. Everything is getting jammed into my head at once and the voice is all the same."

"I guess that would happen when all of the people are basically you," Buffy agreed. "Maybe we should check out some books on multiple personality disorder," she suggested.

Angel tried to hold back a laugh, but he wound up falling. Buffy joined in with a quiet giggle. It was kind of ridiculous. What would you do? Go into a library and ask if they had any books that an ensouled vampire could consult on a multiple personality issue.

"I might have to tell them soon," Angel confided.

Buffy combed her fingers through his hair. "My mom used this saying that I think would work here, 'We'll cross that bridge when we come to it,' if you wind up having to explain, we'll deal." there were a few more minutes of silence. "Of course, they might just get convinced that we're nuts."

"Not wholly unreasonable as an assumption," Angel agreed.

"I bet they'd believe you if you showed them your Game Face," Buffy told him.

"Why do you call it Game face?" Angel wondered.

Buffy shrugged. "It just sounds so much better than creepy demonic visage."

"Right."

Buffy continued to rub Angel's neck and he closed his eyes. "You know," Buffy said. "We really need to teach your kid about the right way to answer the door."

"How so?" Angel asked.

"Well call m crazy but I don't think, 'what in the fucking hell do you want?' is the right way to go."

"Oh, yeah we'll work on that."

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