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"Why do I have divorce papers on my desk?" she asked.

"Oh crap." He said under his breath.

"Tell me why I wanted to divorce you, Booth." She demanded.

He exhaled loudly, "I'll be home in twenty minutes. Don't go anywhere until I get there." He said.

"Okay."

"Promise me, Bones." He said forcefully.

Brennan rolled her eyes, "I promise." She said reluctantly, "Besides I sent Julia home. I need to look after Abby."

"Okay. I'll be home soon."

She hung up the phone and placed it on the desk beside the file. She picked up the document and began reading it over. She had signed the papers and dated them two days ago and Booth's signature had yet to be filled in. The reason for the divorce was stated as 'irreconcilable differences' which was probably the most vague explanation that someone could come up with. Other than that, the document was full of legal jargon that although she could understand didn't make much sense.

She couldn't understand why she had wanted to divorce Booth especially since she was the one who had proposed in the first place. She knew how stubborn she was and when she had made the decision to marry him she had to have been absolutely sure that things would work out between them. Not only that, but knowing Booth's beliefs and morals would automatically insinuate that if their marriage didn't work out there was no escape clause. If she had decided to marry him, she would have had to know that she wouldn't be able to divorce him unless the circumstances were absolutely dire which in her mind would be abuse of some sort; which she knew very well Booth was incapable of when concerning the people he loved.

She could feel in the pit of her stomach that the reason for this divorce was troubling and felt innately that she didn't really want it, but then why would she have gone through the trouble if she didn't have a genuinely valid reason. She picked up the file and her phone off of her desk and made her way down to the kitchen, checking in on Abby before she descended the stairs.

She made herself a snack consisting of bread and jelly before sitting at the kitchen table still running through the possibilities in her mind. That was how Booth found her when he entered their home. He knew he should have told her before about this, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. This was the first day in a long stream of unhappiness that she was like her old self again. He had been planning on trying to make things better for her and he wanted to show her that it could still work despite her beliefs that their marriage was doomed, so when she woke up this morning and was unable to remember the last five years, he saw it as an opportunity to make things right; to show her how good things were between them. But it backfired on him, just as most things in his life do, and he know regarded it as a cruel joke that God was playing on him as a punishment for his actions in wartime.

He walked over to the table and sat down across from her, stealing a piece of bread from the bag and smearing jelly over it, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." He said softly before taking a bite.

Brennan exhaled and pushed the document away from her, "Why didn't you?" she asked.

"Things… haven't been very good for a while between us. I just… I hoped that you could see that it was okay, that we were okay and that maybe you would change your mind about divorcing me. When you woke up this morning, aside from being worried about your health, I felt happy in a way. I hoped that maybe we could start over."

"What happened?" she asked.

"It was after Abby was born. You were depressed. You didn't want to hold her or see her. I tried to force you to take care of her, but you refused. You thought you were an unfit mother because you couldn't stand to look at her. One day it dawned on me that you had post partum depression and I took you to the doctor. You were so angry with me, insisting that nothing was wrong; that it was just the kind of person you are and that there is nothing that can fix you. You told me that I should have known that you couldn't handle it and that getting married to me was a mistake." He said hanging his head. Temperance reached over and grabbed his hand comfortingly, "The doctor prescribed some medication and you got better but you still blamed me. You thought that I was the reason that you hated Abby in the first place and then after you were better and taking care of her, you became overly protective of her… you barely let me touch her. I think you were trying to make up for the things you had said about her. Things just kind of fell apart from there. I ended up sleeping on the couch every night because you refused to let me into our bedroom unless I needed to change or shower. I really… I don't know what was going on. All I wanted to do was be there for you and all you wanted to do was push me further away."

"The other day you confronted me with divorce papers saying that it wasn't working out and that you would appreciate the divorce to go as swiftly as possible and I respectfully declined to sign the papers. You mean too much to me to just give up on. I wasn't about to let you run away from me and quite honestly I knew that you didn't really want me to sign them. I saw a hint of relief behind the anger. I didn't care what it took, but I was going to make you fall in love with me again. I can't be happy with anyone else, Temperance."

Temperance wiped a tear away from his cheek, "I'm sorry." She said softly.

"So," he said smiling slightly and looking up at her again, "Does this mean no divorce?" he asked.

Temperance looked at the papers and then down at the table, "I don't think that would be a wise decision at this stage. For all I know, there may have been a valid reason behind it all and I… I need time to process all of this information. I can tell you that you were right about me not wanting to divorce you, because I can feel that emotion in what you would refer to as 'my gut', but I don't have all of the answers that I need to make an informed decision. For right now, no divorce, but I can't promise that I won't change my mind. Is that okay?" she asked.

Booth nodded. He had hoped that she would tear up the papers or jump into his lap and kiss him affectionately like she had in the parking lot earlier that day, but as always, she went the logical route. He smiled at her and stood up from the table, "It's fine." He said hoarsely, "I'm going to go and check on my princess." He said, leaving the table and Temperance in the kitchen.

Temperance leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She had no idea what she was going to do, but if anyone knew where her head was before she lost her memory; it was Angela. She jogged upstairs to inform Booth of what she was doing and set off for the lab for an attempt at girl talk.