Disclaimer: I own nothing of Bones. This chapter will be a departure for me. It may have hints to Season 5

Chapter 28 Love Thy Name is Booth

She was huddled in the corner of her shower scrubbing her skin with the hottest water and strongest soap she had been able to find. In point of fact she was using laundry detergent mixed with bleach. She knew the damage it would do to her skin, but also knew if she used any of her normal soaps or the laundry detergent the fragrance alone would be her undoing the next time she smelled it. As she scrubbed trying to eliminate his smell from her skin she wondered for what must be the hundredth time how she could have let it get this far? How could she have been so totally clueless. Why had she let her guard down. Just because he was in the FBI didn't mean he was incapable of rape. For that is what it had felt like to her. He had said no one would believe her if she turned him in. He would simply say they had been dating for awhile, had had sex after a date then a fight afterward and she was angry. "And don't think Booth will support you either Temperance. The FBI stick together, he knows where his bread is buttered" he had said as he left her battered on her kitchen floor.

Later that night she woke screaming blankets knotted around her making her feel trapped again. She reached for her phone to call Booth only to return it to the bed side table. If she called him at this late hour he would know something was wrong and would badger her until he got it out of her ruining is career in the process. He had Parker to think of, she had Parker to think of, Booth needed his job. She would deal with this on her own. In the deep of the night she pulled out her building blocks and built another invisible wall around her. One to keep her hurt in and the world out.

By Monday she was able to cope with the outside again. She took a few hits when Booth asked her how her date had gone but she was able to convenience him it had been fine. They had no cases for the next three weeks so she was able to dodge him and it helped some, until the third Monday when she woke to violent nausea and vomiting. By fourth Wednesday when the early morning vomiting had not abated she gave in to the inevitable and went to her OB/GYN taking the rest of the day off when her pregnancy was confirmed.

She spent another hour in the shower scrubbing her skin and trying for forget when she heard Booth at her bathroom door.

"Bones, BONES are you ok?"

She took a few calming breaths trying hard not to let him hear the tears in her voice. "Booth I'm fine what are you doing here?"

With that her bathroom door exploded inward with the force of him opening it and he opened the shower door to see her huddled in a corner with the scrub brush in her hand and her skin scrubbed raw. Not caring that he was getting wet he stepped in and picked her up. He became frantic when he realize the amount of weight she had lost saw and the haunted look in her eyes. Grabbing a heated towel he bundled her up and took her into her bedroom to find a robe, get her warm and find out just what the hell was going on.

In a few minutes she had walked out to the living room. He brought her some hot tea, finding her sitting on the edge of the sofa looking at him liked a hunted animal. "Booth" she asked in a soft voice "what are you doing here?"

"When I heard you didn't come back after your Doctor appointment I thought something might be wrong. I called several times and you didn't pick up. When I got here I pounded so long and hard on your door the neighbors asked what I needed. I knew you were home so I used my key. When I asked if you were ok you didn't act like yourself, which you obviously aren't. So want to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong" she said looking into her tea.

"Not buying it Bones want to try again?"

She looked up at him and said "I said nothing is wrong why won't you believe me?"

He sat down next to her and said "Bones if nothing had been wrong you would have ripped me a new ass hole for coming into your house uninvited. Then you would have shoved my old one down my throat for bursting into your bathroom and hauling you out. So give it up what's wrong."

Suddenly the all the stress and hormones kicked in at once and she ran for the bathroom to vomit again, Booth hot on her heels. Sitting on the cool floor leaning against the cooler porcelain with him still holding her hair she finally told him "I'm pregnant."

Those two words crushed him like nothing else ever could have. She was pregnant and he was not the father. Then his protector instincts took over and he sat down beside her. Does the father know yet?" he asked the words turning his stomach to acid.

"No" she said weakly "and he never will if I can prevent it."

He was shocked he had known at one time she had wanted a baby and wanted to raise it on her own but he thought she had gotten over that callous need. "Bones just because you and the Father don't get along doesn't mean he doesn't have the right to know. Maybe he wants to be a father to this baby." His words must have brought back some of her fight because her next ones shocked him to his core.

"The animal who is the provider of the genetic material for my baby will NEVER know it came from him. Do you hear me Booth NEVER!" Standing up on shaky legs she struggled to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

Shocked he followed her and sitting next to her rolled her over so he could rub her back hoping to relieve some of her stress. "Bones that sound like a little more than a bad date. I think you had better tell me what happened."

The stress, her emotions and the need for comfort took over and she told him about the date rape leaving out the detail of the "date's" name. He tried numerous time to get her to tell him but when she threatened to send him home he gave in and let her keep her secret. That night she slept wrapped in his arms without dreams for the first time since the rape.

When she woke at first she panicked Booth was gone, then she heard him whistling in the kitchen and her curiosity got the better of her. As she rounded the corner she found him just finishing a tray.

Turning around at the sound of her bare feet he said "Good morning Mommy I just wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast. Here is some weak herbal tea and some soda crackers." He looked at her smile "believe me it worked wonders for Rebecca, come here, sit and eat. The idea is to eat them before you get out of bed." Feeling it was not fair to drink coffee in front of her when she could have any plus not knowing if the smell might put her off he returned to where he had been in the kitchen. "I thought today we might make some plans. You know what to tell people and when."

"Booth this isn't your problem, you don't have to help me. I can take care of myself."

"Look Bones I know you can, I just don't want you to have to. You're going to need help. Can we just do this like we do everything else together as partners?"

She thought about his offer for a moment "Booth you do know that is we do as you suggest that no matter what we tell people they are going to think you are the father?"

"Does that bother you."

"Of course not Booth you are a wonderful father and any child would be lucky to have you, but this is different. This child was conceived by rape and at some point you might find out who it is and I would demand that you do NOTHING about it. Do you understand me NOTHING."

"Bones you said it was a date rape is it someone I know? Don't look at me like that I already promised you I wouldn't ask the name I just need to know if I know this person and will he put either you or our child at risk?"

His words caused her to take a sharp, deep intake of breath and fresh tears to form in her eyes. He already thought of this child, one they had both only knew had existed less than 24 hours ago, as his, as theirs. This man who she had loved longer than she cared to admit and thought she had lost forever was willing to protect her and her unborn child as if it were his own, no as his own. This man who was strong, steady and dependable, good and decent had shown her once again what it meant to be loved. She looked at his face and she knew he had been right. He had always known and had been waiting for her reality to catch up to her. They had both moved on, moved on to each other. She stood and walked over to him, picking up his hand she turned it over and kissed his palm.

She led him into the living room and they sat down. "Booth I am going to tell you the story once. I will not tell you the man's name, not because I want to hide it from you, but because knowing it could bring harm to you and that I will not do. I went out with a man I trusted, yes it is someone you have an acquaintance with but not anyone we are likely to see socially. We had gone on several dates when he brought me home that night and started to kiss me. At first it was fine then I began to feel uncomfortable about it. I was trying to get over you and let both of us move on and I guess I let things get a little out of hand. When I tried to stop it things got mean and nasty. You know the rest. I know you will say that a rape is never the fault of the one raped and to normally it is true. But I should have been paying more attention and not let it get so far out of hand I should have stopped it. However what has been done is done and we are left with the situation at hand."

He was watching her as she told her story and hated to see how she had let it diminish her. How she seemed to shrink in upon herself. "Bones you can say you are partially at fault all you want but it still remains no means no and he should have stopped when you said no. To be blunt I don't care if he was at the point of coming. If you said no he should have stopped." He pulled her into a hug and asked her the question he want to answer to the most. "Bones you know I want this little one to have the very best. I don't think starting out in life knowing your alive because you father raped your mother is necessarily a good way. Will you at least think about what asked. Your right no matter what we say everyone is going to think it is our baby anyway, why not let them."

She looked at him and knew he was making an honest offer but could she do that to him. Could she saddle him with a burden, no matter how much she love it, was hers to carry? "Can you do that Booth? Could you look at another man's child, knowing the only reason it was here was I had been raped and love it as much as you love Parker? Because I won't accept less for my child."

He turned her face to his and gently kissed her soft lips. "Bones I know your logical mind will have trouble with this but trust me all I will ever see in our child is you. Besides I believe children are more nurture than nature. I love you and I will love your child."

She reached for another kiss and deepened it. Soon she was laying next to him head to toe, with the couch at her back feeling very loved and protected. "Ouch" she said with a little jump "that buckle is hard and cold" and she reached between them and started to remove it.

"Bones are you sure about this?"

She smiled for the first time in weeks "Oh Booth I am very sure, I think the pregnancy hormones that make a woman need intercourse as much as air have kick in at just the right time."

"Oh Baby you have such a way with words" he said as he picked her up and carried her off to bed for the week-end.

Epilog 6 months later

It had taken Booth six months but he had accomplished quite a lot. He and Bones had become inseparable from that very first week-end. He had been right, they had become a couple so close to when she had gotten pregnant no one even questioned that he was not her father. Yes, they had decided that Christina Joy Brennan-Booth was a good name for their baby girl, one even Parker approved of. Bones had even decided she wanted to be a traditional mother and be married before their daughter was born. The wedding was tomorrow and Booth had just one thing left to do today and he would be a happy man.

He had watched the love of his life as she interfaced with their acquaintances for awhile after they got together and paid particular attention to those she was uncomfortable around. He had paid visits to all but one and found they had either never dated her or when they had dated it had been at the wrong time. Now he had one person left. This had to be him. Because when it was confirmed it him would know why she had steadfastly refused to tell him who it was and why.

He walked in to the man in question's office and shut the door. He looked up from his desk "Can I help you Agent Booth?"

"That depends, what happened the last time you had a date with Dr. Brennan?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business. Now kindly leave."

Booth sat down "Please don't make me ask you again what happened the last time you had a date with Dr, Brennan?" Booth growled out.

"Why what did that bitch say? Did she tell you I raped her? She trying to tell you that brat of her is mine. Well it aint, could be anyone's. Well anyone but yours I guess" he smirked.

With that Booth had his answers. He walked around the desk and grabbed him by the neck "no as a matter of fact she never said anything. She has protected you all along. But it stops here. If you ever bother my wife, if I ever hear you say anything in the least bit negative I will come back and finish this do you hear me?" With that he punched him once and slammed him back into the chair. At the door he turned back "Oh and Hacker that baby girl Bones and I are having is ours all ours." He smiled a very satisfied smile as he walked away.

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Like I said a little different but I hope you liked it.

Nyre