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"She's going to be okay," said Jack Hodgins soothing his panicked girlfriend sitting in the Burlington General Hospital in Vermont. The words had no effect; she clung on to him for dear life, almost cutting off blood flow to his brain as she sobbed into the croc of his neck.

"Ange, you need to get check out," he said softly into her ear.

"No," she resisted releasing her grip of Jack, "I can't…I can'…I need to be here when the doctors come out."

Hodgins knew that there was no way of changing Angela's mind; she was in shock, her judgment was impaired and she was going to throw a fit if the doctors didn't deliver news fast.

"Angela, you have cuts on your face..." before he could finish Ange interjected.

"I don't care if I have cuts on face, Jack!" she yelled, "Or if my new red pumps are torn apart or if my new Vera Wang burned in the car. I don't care. I just want to know if they are okay. Jack I need to know if...if," she hiccupped now crying, "If Tempe is okay."

Jack reclaimed her hands in his a stared into her eyes. "Don't forget Muffin too. We need to know if Muffin is okay too," he said.

The name Muffin brought a smile to Ange' face. Ange nodded her head and pulled Jack in another death grip hug. The couple remained in the same position until a male doctor cleared his throat breaking the couple apart.

"Are you the family of Temperance Joy Brennan?" he inquired. By the look on his face Ange knew that she had to brace her self.

Jack stood up and closed the space between him and the doctor. "Yes..." he lied, "Is she okay?" he inquired immediately after.

"You might want to sit down for this," the doctor said.

"No I'm fine where I am," he answered on Angela's behalf and his.

"Ugh…" he began, "Temperance is okay. She has two broken ribs, suffered a minor concussion and the internal bleeding has stopped. Tempe is fighting really hard she is going to be fine. So don't worry about anything."

All the doctor had talked about was Tempe, no news on Muffin. The doctor had carefully chosen his words to escape the route leading to the topic of the unborn child in her womb. He sat with the couple for a couple of seconds more, until he took a deep breath to address the issue he wanted to avoid.

"Are you Temperance's boyfriend," he asked cautiously.

"Ugh no…I'm just…" he stuttered.

"He is my boyfriend. I'm Tempe's sister, Angela," she answered wiping her tears, "Ugh… all you've told us is about Tempe, what about the baby."

"Well, there were complications with her pregnancy. I'm sorry the baby didn't make it…."

The doctor went on talking about the medical reasons why the baby didn't survive, but he was talking to himself. Angela's heart started beating loud in her ears, her breathing became sporadic, she started thinking about the night she went over Temperance's apartment and found Temperance with blood shot eyes from crying, and she had the look of pain on her face.

FLASH BACK TWO MONTHS AGO

She looked at her apartment one more time, she needed to go away. Everything in the apartment reminded her of William or Seeley. She turned around, opened the door and encountered her best friend Angela Montenegro on the door step. Before Angle saw her tear streaked face she blurted out, "I slept with Jack."

"At least he cares," she mumbled it was then Angela realized that some was definitely wrong with her best friend.

"Sweetie, what's wrong," she asked as she let herself in her apartment. Temperance didn't respond. A fresh set of tears streamed down her face and with all her might hugged Angela. The best friends stood in front of the closed door, in a death grip hug. Angela didn't know what was wrong with her best friend but one thing was for sure, she was in trouble. In their embrace she noticed the duffel bag on the floor and Tempe's laptop bag right next to it. This was her "M.O", running away to avoid a confrontation or problem.

"Sweetie," she said rubbing her back, "Are you okay?"

She heard a faint no and felt Temperance's head shaking head no.

"Honey, we need to sit down okay," Angela directed pulling out of their hug, "Okay?"

"Yeah," Tempe answered weakly. She walked over to her couch and sat on the middle of the couch, right next to Angela. There was moment of silence in the apartment no sound was resonated through the apartment except the random sniffs from Tempe. The two sat in silence until Ange spoke.

"Where are you going?" she asked cautiously.

"I don't know?" she answered. Angela could see that she was nervous about something. She was pulling on the tussles of her sweater and taking sudden interest in her fingers.

"I can see the bag on the door way," she said softly, "I know were planning to run away. Why?"

"I slept with Booth last night," she replied softly.

"Hey it's about time!" Angela exclaimed she knew that their sexual encounter was an inevitable event. "You two had stored up sexual energy enough to light a small city in the mid-west."

Temperance didn't smile or flinch or react in anyway to Angela's comment.

"Oh," she sighed, "There's more to it isn't there?"

Temperance nodded. "William came over to Booth's house to ask for my hand in marriage."

"That's why you're running away isn't it?"

"Partly," she answered, "He was cheating on me with Rachel, remember his secretary we meet at that Christmas party last year?" Angela nodded.

"Well he's been having an affair with her for the past six months. Six months she repeated. I guess I just wasn't good enough for him. It seems I'm never good for anyone these days," she finished, and again found sudden interest in her fingers. She looked vulnerable, torn and clearly in pain.

"Sweetie," Angela began in a soft voice, "Sweetie," she repeated when Temperance didn't respond.

"Temperance look at me," she said grabbing her hands in hers.

"Look at me sweetie," reluctantly Temperance turned her head and looks at her best friend.

"There is nothing wrong with you. You're a gorgeous independent woman with a killer hot body, Angelina Jolie would leave Brad Pitt for you. A lot of gi…"

"Angelina Jolie isn't lesbian. She has chil…" she interrupted.

"It's a complement honey," Angela smiled, knowing Tempe was never the one to ditch her logical ways.

"Thanks, I think."

"Sweetie, William is your Matthew McConaughey. He is the second best not the best…"

"I don't get what you mean," she said as suspected.

"Okay. What I mean is it's kinda like when you want Brad Pitt and you get Matthew McConaughey. William is...well was your Matthew, a replacement for Booth your Brad Pitt. You settled for the second best Tempe, when Brad Pitt was right around the corner."

"Some how I got that," she said smiling.

"Good. William doesn't deserve you and never did so stop wallowing and tell me about the sex you had with Army Hottie Booth."

Tempe didn't respond verbally but a small smile formed on her lips.

"No way!" Angela squealed, a reaction that made Tempe smile even more. "Was it that good! Wow. I knew you both of you had mega-watts of stored sexually energy enough to light a small city in the mid-west," she repeated.

"Enough about me Ange, what do you mean you slept with Jack Hodgins," she said trying to change the subject.

"Before I answer that I need to know one thing."

"What?" Tempe inquired.

"Where?" Angela asked. Blood rushed to Tempe's cheeks and reluctantly she answered, "The kitchen floor."

Angela sat still for a moment, with her mouth agape until she said one word that made Tempe blush even more, "DIRTY!"

"Ange," Tempe retorted.

"Fine. I'm letting it go for now," she said stressing the word now.

"So you and Hodgins…" Tempe prompted suddenly feeling a lot better.

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Hodgins?" she asked again.

"I know I said he was well weird…"

"If I remember correctly you said he was "the slimy bug guy"," Tempe corrected.

"Yes, but he is really sweet. Today he was showing me how to examine grit and a bunch of other stuff in the lab, and then he kissed me...and I kissed him and then you know…one thing led to other next thing I know we were in bed in the Egyptian vault," she rambled.

"So I take it you fled before he woke up," she asked.

"Well after well you know," she motioned with her hands, "He said 'Ange I want to take you to dinner'. Well after that I freaked out and I told him it didn't mean anything because we barely know each other. I said it was just two adult satisfying their biological urges and then…"

"You used my biological urges line?" Tempe asked amused. She had never seen Angela so nervous, confused about a guy.

"Well I didn't know what to say. He admitted that he liked me and wanted to take me to dinner. Dinner is big. I mean really big. It's the invite that means I want you to be my girlfriend…omg I'm crazy aren't I," she finished was pacing nervously in front of Tempe.

"You like him," she simply stated.

"What No!" she answered rather quickly, "Well…Yeah I do, but he is still bug guy."

"Ange I fail to see why you're frustrated over having sex with Hogdins. You've slept with other guys you liked from the Jeffersonian and didn't act like a loved stuck teen."

"You don't get it. I mean sex with the other guys is just sex. But with Hodgins it's 'sex'," she said.

"You're not making any sense," Tempe responded.

"What I mean is, once in a while, every once in a while two people meet and there is that spark. And yes Tempe, he is the slimy bug guy that's all I saw at first but, we made love, and I became one with him. I can't remember the last time I felt that."

"Ange, it is scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space."

"Ditch the logic Bren. What mater is that we try and when we do it right we get…"

"Close," she finished.

"Yeah," she answered surprised, "Did you feel that with Booth?"

"Yeah, and I blew it. I told him it was a mistake and I was going to marry William, next thing I know he left without saying goodbye."

"I'm sorry," Ange comforted her friend.

"You know I could have coped with him leaving without saying anything, but," she stopped and took a deep breath, "He left me keys to his Camaro, and a note."

"What did it say?"

Tempe didn't answer she walked to her luggage and opened the outside pocked of duffel bag and grabbed the note Booth had left for her. Temperance handed the note to Ange.

"Today was just one of those days where everything I did reminded me of you and every song I heard somehow related to you. I hate days like today, because they remind me of the one thing I don't have. I'm Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real. Mad because I don't know how you feel. Upset because we can't make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won't take my hand. Aggravated because you don't understand. Disappointed because we can't be together, but still I'll love you forever."

-Seeley

"Wow," was all Angela could come up with.

"That's why I need to leave. I need to clear my mind and come back to start on a fresh slate. Dr. Goodman gave me two months off. I'm planning…"

"I'm coming with you," Ange said.

"What? You can't Ange I don't want this to jeopardize with you job."

"Sweetie, I've got Goodman wrapped around my finger, need I remind you he and my dad are best friends."

"Yeah forgot about that part."

Angela pulled out her cell phone and called Dr. Goodman. To her request she was granted eight weeks of vacation.

"So where are we going to head off to," she asked her friend.

"Afghanistan?"

"Not that far sweetie. As much as I would love to gawk at Army Hotties I think I'll pass."

"How about Vermont?" she asked.

"Okay, but where will we live?" she asked.

"Michael and Booth bought a small cabin in the mountains. They took me there on my 21st birthday. They gave me a spare key incase I needed to get away from Washington. I haven't been up there in a while I think its about time I visit the mountains."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes. Lets got to Vermont. Maybe we can find hot skiers."

The best friends rushed to Angela apartment for clothes and headed down to Vermont.

5 weeks later.

"Tempe, you're sick. Throwing up four days in a row means you're sick," Ange said to her friend who was sitting on the bathroom floor.

"I'm fine Ange. I don't need to go to the hospital. It's just a stomach flu," she explained. Tempe knew that there a possibility that she was pregnant but she refused to acknowledge it.

"Bren, you said that three days ago. I'm worried about you. You've been throwing up in very morning, you're tired all of a sudden and you complain about your breast being sore…omg! Tempe when was the last time you had your period?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked defensively.

"Bren answer me!"

"I'm late…"

"How long," she asked.

"About two weeks."

"And it didn't occur to you that you might be carrying William's child. He nee…"

"It's Seeley's," she interrupted.

"From the love fest you had Booth's kitchen…wait when did you find out?"

"Last night," she said rubbing her stomach.

"What are you going to do about the baby?" she asked.

"Ugh...I don't know. The truth is I don't want it. I don't want the child," she closed the subject, and left the bathroom with a dumb struck Ange.

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