She takes a deep breath and then begins, "I had this dream last night."
"Ok..."
"I had a terrible dream."
"Ok... tell me about it."
"I dreamt that I really did sleep with Sweets."
"Oh," Angela's heart drops for a moment.
"I dreamt that I was in his office and I confronted him because I slept with him."
"Sweetie I know that would be terrible, but you'd get through it."
"And in the dream I was pregnant with his baby."
"Oh."
"That's not the worst part."
"What could be worse?"
"I felt relieved."
"Relieved?"
"I takes all the pressure off me. If Booth found out he'd never forgive me."
"He would forgive you."
"It would give me an out. Is it terrible to feel like it would almost be ok?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Ending up pregnant because I slept with Sweets out of revenge."
"It's human, I don't think it's ok... but..."
"Ange..."
"Brennan do you want out? You don't have to be with him if you don't want to be."
"I just wish that..."
Angela cuts her off, "Brennan why would you dream that?"
"Does it matter?"
"Do you know? There had to be a reason."
"This weekend I was cleaning the house and..." her voice cracks.
"And what?"
"I went to empty the trash can and I found a condom wrapper."
"So..."
Temperance looks at her friend with a pained expression. She takes a step back, and closes the door to the room.
"That doesn't mean anything does it?"
"I haven't cleaned in weeks, but no one else has been there."
"Bren what are you saying?"
"I slept with him."
"You think that you slept with Sweets?"
"No," she shakes her head, bites her lip, and forces back tear. Angela doesn't respond. She just waits for an explanation. "I know I did," Temperance finally exhales.
"You don't know that. Maybe..."
"No Ange I remember. I hoped that I was just confused, but I can't pretend anymore."
"It's ok. No one has to know."
"I have to tell Booth."
"Why? Why does he ever have to know?"
"I can't lie to him. I can't handle this. Angela I hate this so much. I'm afraid that I'm losing at a game that I don't even know how to play. This is all my fault."
"Brennan..." Angela tries to reason with her.
"This is my fault. I did this. It's not Sweets fault. He wouldn't have done it if I hadn't..."
"If you hadn't what?"
"Nothing," she shakes her head.
"It's ok. You'll get through this. I promise."
"I don't think that I will. Everything is so wrong. Cam's pregnant with Booth's baby, and I slept with Sweets and..."
"Sweetie take a breath," Angela begs.
"How did I mess this up so badly? If I had just been honest with Booth all along he never would have even slept with Cam and I never would have..."
"Why did you do it?"
"Because some part of me wanted him to feel the way I do."
"And how is that?"
"Completely betrayed."
"Oh sweetie," Angela wraps Brennan in a hug.
After a few seconds Temperance pushes her away.
"I have to tell him. I can't lie to him."
"Are you going to be ok?"
"I don't know," she admits.
"Brennan..." Angela hesitates.
"What?"
"You didn't have this dream because you think that you're pregnant did you?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know if you're pregnant or..."
"I don't know why I had this dream. I guess that in the back of my mind I think that I'd deserve it."
"Why would you think that?"
"If I was pregnant with Sweets baby it would serve me right. Booth would leave, I don't deserve him."
"He got Cam pregnant," she reminds Temperance.
"We weren't together."
"Are you together now?"
"I don't know. Things are moving very slowly."
"He would love you no matter what."
"I wish that this was easy."
"You're not pregnant are you?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't think so, or you're not?"
"I don't think that I am."
"You don't think that you are, or you don't want to be."
"Both," Temperance answers.
"Maybe you should take a test."
"Angela stop it. I'm not pregnant. I would know."
"Maybe not," Angela disagrees.
"I'm not," Temperance insists.
"How do you know? Did you take a test?"
"I have no reason to."
"Just because he used something doesn't mean that..."
"I know, but I'm not," Temperance argues.
"Bren..."
"Why are you being so persistent about this? Because I had a dream that I was?"
"No. I just have a really, really bad feeling about this."
"So, what? What do you want me to do? I'm not, do you want me to prove it to you?"
"Take a test."
"Fine."
"I'll go get one."
"Not now. Not here."
"When, where?"
"I don't know."
"If you don't think that you're pregnant then why do you look panic-stricken?"
Temperance stares at Angela, but doesn't answer. She quickly returns to her work. She picks up a bone off the table and begins to examine it. Angela grabs her arm. "Brennan answer me."
In a barely audible tone she answers, "I feel nauseous."