Chapter Two
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Booth awoke opening his eyes; he didn't know where he was until he looked around and remembered everything. With a low groan he sat up, Brennan had been right; the sofa wasn't so comfy sleeping at, at least not in a half sitting position.
Suddenly Booth realized something must have woken him. He got up on his feet and tiptoed up to Brennan's room. Careful to not wake her up he slid the door open, he just wanted to see if she was alright.
Brennan wasn't sleeping. Booth could tell by the muffled sobs coming from her. She had her face buried in her pillow, and he could see her body tremble as she cried.
Booth didn't know what to do, should he go to her, or maybe she wanted to be alone, maybe she needed some privacy? As he stood there, listening to her, his heart ached for her. Booth couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't stand seeing her like this without at least trying to help her.
Silently he walked into the darkened room. The bed moved slightly as he sat down on its edge. "It's me," he whispered.
He could see Brennan stiffen, she tried desperately to stop crying but it only made it worse.
"Hey Sweetie," Booth regretted his choice of words. That was what Angela had called her. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
Brennan rolled over, sitting up leaning on her elbow. She looked up at Booth with tears flowing freely from her eyes.
"Don't apologize," she whispered
"Yes, it was stupid; I shouldn't have said that… I…uh…" Booth cut himself off, not knowing what to say anymore.
"I can't believe she's gone, Booth what am I gonna do without Ange? It's not rational, she should have…" Brennan's voice trailed off. She buried her face in her hands. "What am I going to do?" Brennan sobbed out, starting to cry again. She hated herself for being so emotional and weak in Booth's presence, but she just couldn't help it.
"I don't know, I'm so sorry Tempe," Booth said with sympathy. "Hey, come here," he pulled her into his arms, cradling her to his chest. He wasn't sure Brennan would let him hold her, but to his surprise she didn't do anything to pull away. Instead she wrapped her arms around him, crying into his shirt.
Booth didn't say anything; he just held her and let her cry. There was nothing to say that could take away her pain, all he could do now was to be there for her, letting her know she wasn't alone.
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The first rays of sunshine slipped through the curtains of the bedroom. Booth's eyes fluttered opened. First he didn't know where he was but almost immediately everything came back to him. He was sitting in the bed, leaning against the head board. His back ached from the odd position he had been sleeping in. Tiredly, Booth looked down at Brennan who was still asleep with her head in his lap. Booth smiled sadly. If this had been under any other circumstances he would have been happy, but right now, his heart ached for her.
Brennan woke up with a start. She sat up; her whole body trembled as she turned to look at Booth. First she seemed surprised, then for a brief moment anger flashed through her eyes, soon her face got that confused look again as she kept staring at Booth.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
Booth was confused. "I uh…" he cut himself off as he saw the tears that were rolling down Brennan's face. " Hey, I'm so sorry Bones…" he whispered.
Brennan looked at him as if she didn't understand a thing. That's when she realized she was crying. She quickly wiped her eyes. "I'm okay… it's nothing…" she said still confused. "It was just a bad dream…you never answered my question Booth, what are you doing here this early, and in my bed?"
"Bones… yesterday… uh… don't you remember yesterday?"
Brennan stared at him. She had never been able to read people, but the pain in Booth's eyes was clear. And he was looking at her that way, as if he felt sorry for her. Brennan shook her head.
"I was at work, just like any other day, there's nothing special about yesterday. Why would it be Booth? You should leave; I need to get ready for work. I'm late already, Angela must be worried."
Booth wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. What was he supposed to say? He couldn't even move.
"Booth? Why are you looking at me like that? You're scaring me…"
Booth just shook his head, his eyes all watery from unshed tears.
"Oh no…" Brennan gasped. "No…"
Booth nodded and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"It wasn't a bad dream… it was real," Brennan stated painfully.
Booth made a second nod. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
Brennan shook her head, looking down at her lap. She had tried to deny it, she had even thought it had been just a nightmare and when she woke up things were back to normal. But things would never be normal again. Angela was dead.
"I have to go," Brennan got out of bed and ran to the bathroom before Booth could stop her.
Booth didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. But suddenly he heard the bathroom door open and he quickly got up on his feet and stopped her in the living room. Brennan's eyes were swollen and red rimmed from crying.
"Bones…" he started, but Brennan just pushed him away and ran towards the door.
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.TBC.
