Hey guys, I AM CONTINUING I know it's been a long time since I updated but that's because my computer broke and I have been using my iphone for the past two months! I AM SOOO SORRY! Here's a new chapter if I have any readers left:

"BOOTH!" He heard the screams and they sent him running up the stairs, two at a time. He couldn't help it. He knew at that moment she needed him desperately.

"Bones, Bones, I'm here." He said lightly shaking her awake. She was currently half asleep in his bed having been jolted awake by the horrendous nightmare that had over taken her yet again. She sobbed harder into his chest.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. He nodded, kissing her forehead. She drifted back into sleep again allowing him to go back downstairs.

Daisy, Wendell, Vincent, Fisher, Clark, Hodgins, and Angela were all sitting around his table talking with him.

"What are we going to do?" Angela asked, her hand in Hodgins' but eyes on the roof above her where Booth's bedroom lay.

"You can't separate us!" Daisy insisted. Fisher looked down at these words, if it was even possible to look sadder for him he did. Wendell just closed his eyes slowly, allowing the pain of that idea to sear through him. It was Clark who spoke.

"It might be what needs to be done." He said gravely. Vincent nodded but everyone knew he was trying to figure out a way out of this situation. Vincent always knew the answer to things, he knew so much information it seemed impossible that he wouldn't know a way out this terrible predicament.

"I can't let Bones keep getting hurt, it's killing me." Booth said quietly. Hodgins nodded in understanding that spoke volumes. When a man can't protect the women that they love he gets a little crazy. The curly haired man kissed his dark haired girlfriend lightly on her temple and she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Wendell was perhaps the most attached to Brennan, having latched onto her after the incident that happened at his home. Either way the fear was tormenting him.

The orphans stared at the three older teens in an envy they could only imagine. These three didn't need worry about this, they had their whole lives ahead of them. Angela; who could pursue an impractical career of painting because she had a loving family backing her. Hodgins; who need not work because his family had more money than the entire royal family. Booth; broad shouldered, attractive, with a successful military career in front of him. Then there was them. All scraggly and skinny in clothing that was too large or too worn. They were about to shut down.

"We need her." Daisy said, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. The sadness was overwhelming as a knock rattled all of them out of their depressing thought reveries.

"I'll get it," Angela offered getting up from the table gracefully.

"Hey, Ange," The husky voice greeted. "Is Seeley there?"

"Now really isn't the time, Camille." Booth said as he approached the doorway. He wasn't in the mood to see her, not now.

"Woah, what's going on?" She asked sensing the tension.

"Nothing, just not now."

"Now hold on, don't push me out. Talk to me." She said pushing her way into their sitting room. She rubbed his arm tenderly, a gesture that had no romance that it once had. Here was a friendship built on love. "Tell me." Booth closed his eyes.

"It's Bones." He whispered. Camille looked over at the foster children all crowded around his table. She smiled slightly.

"The only kid on the block who isn't here is my baby brother," She teased and noticed Daisy's eyes light up at the mention of Camille's adopted brother.

"I can't tell you what's going on. It would be the ultimate betrayal of her trust," Booth started. Cam gave a little chuckle and shook her head.

"The beautiful bone girl also doesn't like me very much does she?"

"No." Hodgins said, causing Angela to smack him, but he was smiling. Cam was sharp and Hodgins appreciated that.

"Seems like I'll have to work on that. Where is she, Seel?" Cam queried.

"Upstairs, sleeping. She's had a ... long day." He said chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Ange, Hodg, how about you and me take these kids and Lance out for some pizza?" Cam offered. Angela and Hodgins nodded immediately and stood from the table. The gaggle of youngsters however looked horrified at the idea.

"We don't accept charity." Wendell said, raising his chin, the hint of pride in his voice quite clear.

"It's not charity Wendell, it's friends treating their other friends for dinner." Cam clarified. Fisher was the first to stand. Him being the oldest besides Brennan, they followed him as a lost duck follows their mother. Before they walked out Cam put her hand on Booth's shoulder, "I wanna help. Let me help." She said, and they all piled into the cars they could squeeze into. Leaving Booth to go back to the girl who had been plaguing his thoughts.

He stood in the doorway watching her sleep before he climbed into bed next to her. She snuggled slightly into his chest.

"Who was downstairs?" She asked sleepily.

"Your siblings, Hodgins, and Angela." He told her brushing the hair out her face.

"You know I have a brother," she said.

"Yes, four of them." Booth teased. However, Brennan shook her head.

"No, a biological brother, Russ." She started, he was unbearably still. "He was nineteen when our parents left. He tried to take care of me, he really did, but he was so young. He couldn't take on that responsibility too." It seemed she was clearing this up for herself more than telling him.

"Do you forgive him?"

"I think I do." She whispered. "But I'm so angry at him! He left me! If it weren't for him I wouldn't be in this god forsaken home getting the shit beat out of me by a man who is the farthest thing from a father in the world. I hate him so much but I love him. I do. He's my brother. That asshole who left me is my brother. And I can't help thinking, if he hadn't left..." She hesitated.

"If he hadn't left...?"

"Well, if Russ never left, I wouldn't have met you."