I don't own Bones, I know I have 206 in my body, but the Bones from Fox isn't mine.

I will hopefully post two of these a week, usually on Mondays. One from Brennan's point of view and the other from Booth's point of view.

This post is only half of the season, because it was getting too long so I decided to do half the season this week, and half next week.

Brennan's point of view

The Change in the Partner

September

17th Angela picked me up at the airport, and made me come with her to meet a psychic friend of hers. She turned over a series of cards, and told me this tale about Booth and his coma dream. I went to Guatemala to get away from all this; I don't need to hear it on the day I get back. I left Angela and her crazy psychic friend, and went to the lab.

Everyone seemed glad to see me, and when I entered my office, I sat on Booth; sleeping on my couch. He jumped up and pulled me into the best hug I think I have ever gotten. I was hoping that while I was gone I could have sorted out the feelings that I have, but the minute he held me, they all came back. Six weeks away, and I still couldn't compartmentalize him.

We barely started talking, and Angela comes in with a story that the psychic told her; there are bodies under the Taversham fountain. Before leaving the office, she mentioned the pregnancy.

I avoided looking at him, because I was afraid he would know. He would know, how I wrote that story, wishing and hoping it could be true. He would know, that every day I fight both my feelings and the overwhelming desire to touch him. He would know how desperately I want to be with him every day.

He decides we should check out the fountain, the moment is over, and we are back to our regular crime fighting selves. Angela's tale turns out to be true, and Booth and I are back at work.

He's different. He didn't wear his belt buckle, his tie, or his socks, and when he climbs stairs, he leads with his right foot rather than his left. He holds his phone to a different ear, and his coffee in his left hand.

He seems like the same Booth, but there are subtle changes. He also has this strange way of looking at me when he thinks I'm not watching him. It is almost a melancholy look. I wonder if he still remembers our life together in the dream?

19th Booth showed up at the site, and it seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but he just took a piece of evidence, and left. He didn't even eat breakfast with me.

During the investigation, Hodgins discovered that the victim had been poisoned, so I went to talk to the doctor that was in charge of the original victims.

As I walked into the back room, I found out that he was shredding files from the victims. He caught me and attacked me with a scalpel. During the struggle, it became embedded in my arm. Booth breaks down the door, shoots him, then runs to me, and pulls me into his arms.

The doctor hit an artery, and the blood is spurting out of my arm. Booth clamps his hand over the injury, and holds me. That wasn't the strange part, what happened next was. Booth kissed the top of my head, and called me baby, while he held me in his arms, until the ambulance came. I wonder what he was thinking? I wonder if the idea of us being together passed through his mind? I wonder if he loves me, and if I love him too?

After we left the hospital, Booth had to go back to the FBI, to write a report about the shooting, so he dropped me off at home. After he left, I went to see Avalon.

As I entered her apartment, she was again reading the cards. She told me things about my life, and then said, "The world scares you, so you wrap it up neatly in bonds of reason, education, and proof. All riddles are solvable to you except for one. The riddle you can't solve is how somebody could love you."

I told her, "Well, I'm beautiful and very intelligent." However, I was thinking, about whether he loves me, and can accept me the way I am.

Then she said, "The answer to the question that you're afraid to say out loud is, yes, he knows the truth of you, yet he is dazzled by that truth."

I left her house more confused than I was when I entered. Later that evening, Booth and I are walking down the street near the Diner, and he seemed concerned about something.

He tells me, "I just, I have something that I want to say to you from inside my heart."

I told him there is blood in his heart. I don't know what he wants, and I don't know if I want to hear it.

As we are walking down the street, a clown sprays water in his face with a fake flower. I was terrified that he was going to shoot the clown, but he squeezes the nose and laughs. Where the hell did that come from? He has hated clowns from the day I met him. The old Booth would never do that.

The new Booth seems different; sad sometimes, and I wonder what he is thinking.

I remind him that he hates clowns, and he remembers the time he shot an ice cream truck.

I asked him what he wanted to tell me.

He gets very serious and says, "I love you."

I was shocked, then scared, then confused, all in the span of three seconds.

His face takes on this confused look, and he says," In a professional you know atta-girl kinda way.", and hits me on the arm.

Now I am more confused than I was before, but I told him, "Right back at ya Booth. I love you too! Atta-boy.", and punch him on the arm. I don't think I will ever understand emotions, and to make it worse, the night gets even stranger.

We catch the murderer, not for murder, but for something else, and Avalon is at the station when we bring him in.

After I apologize for not being able to get him for murder, she says, "Sometimes you gotta just settle for the second best situation."

The rest of the conversation is so confusing that I am going to just write it down. Maybe I will understand it later, after I get some sleep.

Avalon said, "You two are going to keep doing things as usual."

And Booth replies," Sometimes you gotta settle for second best." They both look at me.

She says, "By the way, my cards tell me this all works out eventually." Then she walks away.

He replies, "Oh, really?"

So, I ask him, what works out? However, he doesn't answer me. He just stares at me with this slight smile on his face and walks away. What?

24th When I arrived at work today, I discovered that Wendell lost his scholarship, and he would have to leave the Jeffersonian. Everyone just expected me to give him the money, but I give to many different charities, so what do they expect me to do? Stop one of those, and support Wendell?

Booth needs to fix his plumbing, but because of his coma, he has forgotten how to do it. I asked him if I could loan him the 800 dollars, but he said no he wants to do it himself. Why anybody would want to fix his own plumbing is beyond me.

He was looking for this book called, 'Plumbing for Dummies', and couldn't find it, so I called all the used book stores and found one for him. I went to Arlington to this little bookstore and picked it up tonight. I can't wait to give it to him tomorrow.

Sweets told me that it would help Booth if I let him teach me about plumbing. I don't care about plumbing, but I will ask, if it will help Booth. I will do anything for him.

My publisher gave me a Rolex today, and Booth had a fit. He said money doesn't matter in life, so I asked him if his life would be different if he was wealthy, and he said, "Sure. But, better? I mean, yeah. I wouldn't have to fly coach, but what life throws us, that makes us who we are, right? I mean, fighting through stuff and the good things; they are not any sweeter if you're rich. Parker, okay? He gives me a hug because it's my weekend and me and you; when we solve a case, it's not about money, right?"

After I thought about it, I realized he was right. It didn't really matter about the money, but I still will never have to fly coach.

26th I went to Booth's apartment to learn how to fix the plumbing. There's a beautiful logic to plumbing that I never realized before. It's like reconstructing the circulatory system. The water is the blood. The pipes are the veins. Very logical.

While we were fixing the pipes we were very close to each other, I mean physically, and I again felt that strange feeling. That feeling that I don't understand. Could I be falling in love with Booth? At one point, his hand touched mine, and I again felt strange.

Booth told me that he was glad that, we don't have any secrets between each other, so I told him that I feel close to him. He just stopped talking, and stared at me, and then he just changes the subject back to plumbing.

Well I guess we weren't very good at fixing the pipe, because he turned on the water, and it spurted out all over me. I even got my watch all wet. I went home to change, and he said he was going to try again tomorrow. I hope he gets it done.

October

1st I found out today that Booth had sex for the first time when he was only 16! I should have known, because Angela said once that he was one of those boys. I think she meant, because he was a jock in high school. I remember the jocks were always fooling around with the girls behind the bleachers.

Another thing he said, was that you should be in love with the other person, I wonder if that makes a difference? Booth seems to think it does.

The unusual thing is he said was that, Michelle shouldn't have sex until she was 22. That is such a double standard.

8th Booth asked me to be his village, and help with Parker today, so we are going to go out to dinner together, and have fun with Parker. This way he will think Booth leads a full and rewarding life.

10th I went to the Diner with Parker and Booth tonight, and he again continued the conversation about his father getting a girlfriend. I told Booth to trust me to handle it, and when I asked Parker why his dad needs a girlfriend, he said so he can get a pool. I gave them the key to the pool in my building, and told them they can use it anytime they want.

15th Today I worked with a real mummy. It was Anok, on loan from Egypt, and I felt like I was a real anthropologist again. I miss my real calling, and I hope to return someday, but for now, I guess I enjoy working with Booth, because I know I would not have him, if I went back to research.

I also started dating Andrew, although Booth was very irritated at the idea. He said it was weird for me to date his boss, but he dated Cam and she was my boss, so he should understand.

Booth told me that the reason he is upset, is that he doesn't want me talking about him to Andrew. I told him that Andrew and I would not be thinking of him when we are out together.

17th Angela was upset, because I am dating Andrew. She said that the reason Booth is upset, is because he wants to date me, and when I told her that there is the potential for sex with Andrew, she said why not with Booth? I didn't answer her. I didn't know what to say. That kiss in the rain came back to me, and I remember how I felt. I don't think I am ready to feel that again.

Besides, if Booth wants to date me, why doesn't he ask me? For a while, I thought Booth wanted to start a relationship with me, but now it seems like he is withdrawing from me. I don't understand him at all. Furthermore, we agreed that we couldn't have a relationship, if we work together, so I can't date him, because I will never give up my working relationship with Booth.

19th Booth came to see me today. He walked into my office and placed an egg on my desk, at first, I was confused, but then I realized that when I told Andrew about the egg, I told a story about Booth. I never realized how much of my life is entangled with Booth's, and many times my stories include him.

He told me that what goes on between us, is ours. I think I understand now.

22nd I invited Booth to be my guest at the opening of the Anok exhibit. He was amazed at the find, when I brought him down for a preview.

He told me that I changed history, and not many people can say that, but he changes history every day. He asked me why I didn't bring Andrew, and I told him it was because what happens between us is ours, and this case was ours.

As he spoke, he drew closer and closer to me. The look in his eyes was so intense; I could feel my heartbeat start to increase. I wondered if he could feel the electricity between us. I couldn't turn my eyes away from him as I felt myself drawn toward him, and I didn't want to stop it. Just as I thought he was going to kiss me, Angela burst into the room, and stopped it. Damn! She told us the Ambassador is about to speak.

The moment was ruined, as we both realized what was about to happen. I reached up and adjusted his tie; I had to touch him. I had to find some way to release the pent up energy. He pushed my hair behind my shoulder, and we left to join the others. He again seemed melancholy.

I don't know what would have happened, if Angela didn't come in, but I do know that I wanted it. It took a long time for me to calm myself down, and force my breathing to return to normal. What is happening to me? What is happening between us?

I am terrified of the feelings that I have for him. I have never been able to have a successful relationship with anyone, and I don't want to hurt him. I know if I let myself love him, I will hurt him in the end. I always hurt the men I am with. I have never been able to form any type of permanent bond with another person. Never.

November

5th Angela and I had a fight, and when I asked Booth for advice, he said no. He told me he would kill for me and he would die for me, but he will not get between two best friends. As I was leaving the Diner, he took my hand, held it, and told me everything was going to be ok. He said we were like sisters and he knew we would work it out. I was barely able to concentrate because his touch was so distracting.

9th Booth discovered another side effect of his tumor today, a suspect fooled him into thinking that the death was an accident and not murder. I had to correct Booth in the interrogation room.

That evening, when we went out for drinks, he was clearly upset about the incident.

He said, "You know he fooled me, he fooled me. I actually believed he was trying to save the victim. Bones, I can tell, when people are lying, or I could tell, before. I'm losing it. I'm- I'm not up to speed here. I woke up this morning, and I realized I didn't even know if I like brown sugar on my oatmeal."

I told him that I know he likes brown sugar on everything, he should have called me, and if he needs help with interrogations, he can call Sweets. I would always help him; all he needs to do is ask.

11th Booth is grumpy today, he needs to recertify and he can't shoot straight. I told him he just needs to practice more. I am going to try to cheer him up, maybe, if I tell him a joke, or try to be less scientific. I'm not sure what I should do, but I do know I want to do something. He seems so sad lately, I wonder what he is thinking?

13th Gordon Gordon was involved in the case today. Booth went to him for advice about his inability to shoot straight. I told him that I'm trying to help Booth, because I can be objective about his brain and he can't. I can't think of anything I wouldn't do to help him. I think he can see my feelings for Booth. Maybe I said too much.

15th Booth asked me to go with him for his marksmanship testing today. He passed with flying colors; I knew he would.

19th I met Booth's grandfather today; he's going to move in with him. Booth calls him Pops; I like him. It's funny but he calls Booth, Shrimp. Angela said it was a nickname, and when I asked her why people use nicknames, she said it makes him feel loved, like a sign of affection. Booth really loves him; I can see it in his eyes. It reminds me of the way he looks at me sometimes. Does that mean Booth loves me?

The only nickname I ever had was from Booth. I remember when he first used it, I hated it, but now I think I like it, but only when he, calls me Bones. I don't want anybody else to use it.

20th We had lunch with Hank today, and Booth was called away, so I finished lunch and brought Hank home. He told me a story about Booth's childhood, and made me promise to tell Booth one day. He told me that Booth may need to be held after hearing the story, and he made me promise to hold him. The only thing is once I hold him; I may not let him go.

I'm still scared of my feelings. This is different from Sully. When I dated Sully, I felt very strong feelings for him, but they were never this strong. I let Sully go partly because I was afraid, and partly because of Booth, but I don't want to run from Booth.

I want to be with him, except I have never had a successful relationship that lasted more than a few months. Relationships mean pain and hurt, and I never want to hurt Booth.

24th Hank doesn't understand why we aren't together. I think he sees something in the way we interact. Maybe I don't cover my feelings as well as I think I do.

Hank went back to the retirement community today. He talked to me alone before he left. He said, "It all goes by so fast. You don't want any regrets."

I told him I didn't understand, but he said I did. He's the only one who called me on that. I understand. I understand that he wants me to accept Booth's love. He knows I'm scared. How does he know?

As we left the place, Booth told me he likes my necklace. I was sure he saw it before, but he said no. it felt good to hear that.

December

19th I undressed Booth today. He had particulates on him from a bomber dressed as Santa, and I had to remove his clothes for evidence. It was an enjoyable experience. As I removed his shirt, I wanted to run my hands over his acromion. It is so perfect. As I sit here writing, I can visualize him sitting in front of me, and I wonder what it would have felt like to run my hands over his shoulders. Then kiss my way down his back. Sorry, I got to stop this train of thought.

My dad wants me to stay home for Christmas this year. He told me that if you're alone at Christmas, it means nobody loves you, so I guess I will stay home. Maybe I will invite Booth for dinner. I would enjoy spending time with him.

22nd Dad introduced me to my cousin, Margret, but all she does is quote Benjamin Franklin. I don't really like her, so I may still go.

Booth is coming, so I guess I will stay home. I enjoy spending time with him.

25th Everyone from the Jeffersonian came over for dinner. It was nice to have family and friends around again. It reminded me of Christmas when I was a child. Booth gave the toast, and as he prayed, I watched him, realizing that I do have very strong feelings for him, but I don't think I would ever act on them.

January

14th Our case took us to Roswell, New Mexico, today, and it was quite enjoyable to be with Booth away from the lab.

After the case was solved, Booth took me out into the desert to watch the stars. We lay on top of the car and just talked. I never realized how content I am in Booth's company, away from everyone else. It was fun to just talk and joke with him.

22nd Mr. White from the General Services Administration seconded us in the lab last night. They waited for Booth to leave, and then locked down the lab with us inside. Booth became very upset, and decided to join us, so he shot the glass out of the door, and walked into the lab. It was pretty awesome to see.

During our investigation, we discovered that the skeleton may be JFK, and that he was killed by two gunmen not one. Upon hearing this information, Booth became very upset. Cam later told me it was because he killed so many people during his time in the Rangers. If the integrity of our government is in question, then Booth may have killed innocent people while he was a sniper.

It really bothered me that he was so upset, so I decided to perform one more experiment to see if I could prove it wasn't JFK. The experiment worked, and when Booth found out that it wasn't JFK, he pulled me into his arms and held me. I again felt that wonderful feeling that only he can elicit from me, and as he let go, and looked into my eyes, I knew his feelings for me were more than friendship. I saw it in his eyes. There is something there between us, and I don't think I want to find out what it is.