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Chapter 11: The Truth Will Set You Free

Angela knocked on the door and silently stuck her head in, just to make sure that no one else was around. Looking around, she quickly set her sight on what she had been looking for. Triple checking that she was alone; Angela quickly grabbed what she came for.

As she made for her escape out the door, a thought hit her and she quickly turned around.

"God, I hope she will forgive me for this because otherwise, I am totally dead."

Angela swiftly pocketed the object in her hand and made her way across the room. With one more prayer of forgiveness, she quickly began to work.


Two hours later, Angela walked into the church for the second time that day. Even though she knew where the room was, she walked up to the priest.

"Excuse me Father, but could you tell me where the bride and the bridesmaids are supposed to be getting ready?"

"Ah yes dear, just go down this corridor and it is the second door on your right."

"Thank you." She smiled sweetly and was about to turn away, when she remembered. "Oh, and I'm looking for where the men are getting ready too, I have to make sure they're all ready when the time comes."

"Well, they aren't here yet, but they should be down the opposite hallway and in the first door you come across."

"Thanks."

She turned and made her way to the room where she knew Brennan would be. As she reached the door, Angela grimaced at the thought of what she had gotten herself into. After a split second, she put a smile on her face and entered the room.

"Hey, Sweetie."

"Ange, you're actually on time!" Brennan turned to face her friend.

"Yup, and I'm here to help."

"Great because I'm going to need your help getting into my dress."

Oh God, here it comes.

Brennan walked across the room and grabbed the hanging bag that held her dress. Unzipping the bag, she pulled out her wedding dress and let out a huge sigh.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Angela asked, already sure she knew the answer.

"Nothing." Brennan replied as she took the dress off it's hanger.

"Really?" She asked, shocked.

"No, it's just…I can't believe I'm getting married."

"Are you sure that's all that's wrong?" Angela tried to look at the dress as she asked her friend.

"Yes, Ange." Brennan began to pull on her dress, but quickly turned back to her best friend. "No!"

"Sweetie what's wrong?" Angela asked in her best 'concerned' voice.

"My dress!"

"What about it?"

"It's…it doesn't fit!"

Angela tried her best to hide the excitement that passed over her. Brennan had had the dress taken in a few days prior, so when Angela passed by it this morning, she knew she could easily let out a few of the stitches.

"Okay, don't freak out. I'm sure there's a small sewing kit around here somewhere. I'm going to go find it and while I'm gone, you make sure you have everything else ready."

"Alright."

"It'll be fine, if this wedding is meant to be, then nothing will get in the way."

"Okay, thanks Ange."

"No problem Sweetie." She added as she closed the door behind her.

Angela made her way down the hall. After a few seconds of searching, she managed to find the priest again.

"Father, sorry to bother you again, but do you know if there would be a sewing kit anywhere around here that I could borrow?"

"Ah, let me think. The mother's association uses the church's reception room quite often, they might have one in the closet in their, but other than that I don't believe so."

"Thank you, Father." She called behind her as she ran down the corridor to where she knew the reception room was.

Entering the room, Angela scanned the area for where the closet was. As she spotted it, she silently hoped that there wasn't a sewing kit. Opening the door, she searched the shelves. But of course, their was a sewing kit.

Stupid Mother's Association. Why do they have to have a sewing kit?

Angela quickly looked around the room and found a trash can. It was only a small, cheap sewing kit that you could buy at a drug store, so she figured it wouldn't be a big deal if she just happened to drop it into the trash can.

With that done, Angela made her way back down the hallway in search of Booth. After finding the guy's dressing room empty, she reluctantly began to head back to Brennan.

Muttering to herself about how men were so irresponsible, Angela didn't notice she was walking straight into someone before it was too late. Looking up to apologize, she found herself looking into the worried, chocolate brown eyes of Booth.

"Thank God, Booth. It's about time you got here." She continued on before Booth had the chance to reply. "Now do you know what you're going to say to her?"

"Ange, I don't see how this is going to work."

"We've been over this. You just need to tell her how you feel."

"Why do I feel like there's more to this than your not telling me."

"Now, Booth, don't you trust me?" Angela gave him the sweetest smile she could.

Booth just stared at her. "What have you done?"

"Nothing…now I'm just going to go somewhere else and you can go see Brennan." She turned to leave but quickly called over her shoulder. "Don't wait too long, the wedding starts in like 45 minutes."

"Right, Thanks Angela."


Twenty minutes later, Booth found himself still pacing outside Brennan's door. He was surprised that no one had come to get ready, but he figured that Angela had kept everyone else away.

He sighed as he checked his watch for the hundredth time. He knew that he had to make his move soon, or he would lose her forever. With one more deep sigh, he stepped foreword and knocked on the door.

When no reply came, Booth knocked one more time and stuck his head through the door tentatively.

"Bones?"

What he saw made his heart wrench. There sitting in only her dress slip was his Bones, crying. Her hair was partially pulled back and she had little makeup on, but she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He took a step foreword and was quickly crouched down at her side. His hand found it's way to her back and began to rub her comfortingly.

"Bones, what's wrong?"

For the first time, Brennan actually looked up and acknowledged his presence.

"Everything's all wrong Booth."

"What do you mean?"

"My dress has some how become huge and I can't fit into it, my wedding ring is missing, Cam hasn't shown up yet to get ready, and Ange has been missing for the past half an hour."

Brennan took a huge gasp for air as she finished up the list. She tried to calm herself, but the thoughts running through her head just made a fresh set of tears run down her cheeks.

Booth silently brought his other hand up to her face and began to wipe away her tears with his thumb. Brennan closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. After a few seconds, she managed to calm herself down enough to talk again.

"What if this is all a sign. And I'm really not supposed to be getting married."

Brennan stood from the stool she had been sitting on and made her way to the window, where she could see all the guests arriving outside.

"Wait, did I just hear that correctly? Since when do you believe in signs? You're purely fact and science."

Brennan turned and looked up at Booth, who had followed her to the window.

"So you're saying I should ignore it all and go through with the wedding?"

"Yes…No." He sighed as he turned away from Brennan and began to pace.

"Well which one is it Booth."

"What I meant was that you're a scientist and ….well," Booth wiped his hand across his face and tried to think of what he had planned to say. As he looked back up into Brennan brilliant blue eyes, he found that he couldn't remember a single word.

"Booth..?" She looked at him confused and he suddenly got his senses back.

"You're the one who always has to have all the facts before you can make a final conclusion…"

"Yes, but what does that—"

"Let me finish Bones. I just want you to have all the facts before you make this big decision."

Brennan's heart began to pound.

"What are you talking about Booth?" She asked as the tears began to form in her eyes again.

At this, Booth stopped pacing and walked over to Brennan. He mutely brought his hand to her face to wipe away a tear that fell. After which, he took her hands in his.

"I know I have no right to come to you on your wedding day and tell you this, but I need to tell you. I love you, Temperance. With every fiber of my being, I love you."

"No…but…why?" She stumbled as she shook her head.

"You're my best friend. You know me inside out and except me for what I am. And the same goes for you. You are the smartest person I know, and yet you don't get the simplest pop culture reference. You are beautiful to me inside and out." He stopped and chuckled. "Even when you are in that stupid blue jumpsuit with your gumboots."

"But you want the all-American dream…"

"When I first met you, yes, I wanted the wife with the kids and maybe a dog. But since I've met you, whenever I think of what I want my future to be, all I see is you. Nothing else matters anymore. You can drive me crazy arguing, but the next minute we can just break out smiling and laughing. You don't care about—"

Brennan stopped Booth with a finger to his lips.

"Am I allowed to say anything in this conversation?"

Booth nodded his head and she brought back her finger.

"Good." She smiled as she brought one of her hands up to his cheek. Slowly she lifted her face and brought it close to his. Booth quickly closed the gap between the two of them and their lips met.

The kiss was slow and passionate. They took their time as they began to explore each other's mouths. A soft moan escaped Brennan as Booth began to nibble at her bottom lip. As the need for air became apparent, they slowly pulled apart, trying to catch their breath.

Booth pushed a small piece of hair behind her ear and gave her his huge charm smile that was reserved just for her. As he was about to make some smartass comment about whether that was a yes or a no, they heard the door handle begin to turn and the door began to open.

TBC...