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Brennan rushed into the Medico-legal lab in a tizzy. The only think on her mind was finding out the truth about what had happened to her marriage in the past six months. She hastily made her way to Angela's office and burst through the doors to find a sight that she never expected; Angela sitting at her desk holding a two year old on her lap.
Hearing someone enter her office, Angela turned around and her face lit up when she saw who it was, "Hey sweetie. Sorry about bringing Michael in today, but I figured with you out sick and Cam on vacation no one would really mind."
Michael enthusiastically waved at her, "Hi Auntempie." He giggled.
Brennan smiled at him and back at Angela, "Don't worry about it. It's fine."
"So," Angela said plopping her son down on the carpet and turning to her, "What is going on? I thought you were sick today." She asked.
"Booth didn't tell you?" she asked.
Angela laughed, "Tell me what?"
"I have amnesia. I don't remember the last five years of my life."
Angela's eyes widened and her hand slapped over her mouth in shock, "Oh my God. Did you see a doctor?" she asked.
Temperance nodded, "Yes. I went this morning and had an MRI and CT done this afternoon and the only thing they can come up with is that I had an emotional crisis. There isn't anything wrong physically." She said, squatting down to intercept the wobbling toddler.
Angela placed a hand over her heart and sighed, "Oh, thank God."
"God has nothing to do with it, Ange." She quickly retorted, bouncing the child on her hip. She looked up at Angela, "I need to talk to you in private."
Angela quickly nodded and walked towards her door, "Jack!" she yelled.
The curly haired scientist jogged up to the door, "Hey, what's up?" he asked, then spotting Brennan, "Hey Doctor B. I thought you were…" he started.
"Not the time, Jack. Emergency girl talk." She said, briskly taking Michael out of Brennan's arms and handing him over to his father.
"Ohhhh…" he said enthusiastically, "Is it juicy?" he asked.
Angela smiled and shut the door in his face, "Bye!"
Angela turned around to see a confused expression on Brennan's face, "You two got back together?" she asked.
Angela tilted her head in confusion and then her eyes widened in recognition, "Oh right, five years. Yeah. We got back together shortly after you and Booth started dating, and Michael is our son and you and Booth's godson."
"Oh." Brennan said, "I agreed to that?" she asked.
"Most enthusiastically, might I add." Angela replied, then steering Brennan to the couch to sit, "So, what is going on?"
Brennan took a deep breath and then met Angela's eyes, "I found divorce papers on my desk. I had signed them and Booth hadn't."
Angela's face fell, "No!" she whined, placing her head in her hands, "I told you not to draw up those papers, Bren!"
"That's not why I'm here, Angela. What I need to know is why I did it. Booth gave me a reason, but I don't think that that is all to the story." She said.
"Well, what did Booth tell you?" she asked.
"Essentially that I had post partum depression after Abby was born, then was treated and became overly possessive of her and distancing myself from him. Then apparently I approached him about the divorce and he refused to give it to me, asking if I would give it another chance to make things right." Brennan sighed, "I don't think that that is all to the story. I know I have a tendency to close myself off, but this whole scenario just isn't rational. Booth always gets through to me. I even let him back in after he faked his own death, leaving me abandoned and alone for two weeks. I just don't understand why this time I chose not to let him in." she explained.
Angela sighed, "You're right. It isn't the whole story." She said, defeated.
"Go on." Brennan coaxed.
Angela sighed again and looked at her friend before looking away, "You… you told me that you thought he was cheating on you. You had overheard a conversation that he had on the phone with someone and…"
Brennan groaned, "Oh no." she whispered and held her head in her hands, "It makes sense."
Angela popped up immediately in her seat, "No it doesn't, Bren."
Brennan looked up at her, "Yes it does. He was relieved when I couldn't remember anything this morning, Ange. He excluded this information from the story that he told me."
Angela scoffed, "He excluded the information Bren, because you never talked to him about it. You never asked him if it was true! You did what you always do, Brennan; fix the problem yourself so that no one can see you in pain. You wallow in self pity but you never give anyone the chance to explain themselves because you won't accept what they have to say because as always, you are right and they are wrong. For someone who is so factually based in the work place, Bren; I gotta tell you, you need to learn how not to jump to conclusions when it comes to your own life.
"Booth could never cheat on you. I bet he would vomit before his belt buckle even came undone. That man values your life more than his own life and no matter how hard he tries you refuse to accept him." Angela exclaimed, realizing that Brennan was in a total state of shock from her words. Angela closed her eyes for a moment and then placed her hand on Brennan's leg, "The day of your wedding, you asked me to go to him with the gift that you had bought him specifically for the day of your wedding. When I got there all the men were getting ready and Booth asked them if he could have a moment alone with me. I starting giving him this joke-y spiel about not hurting you; joke-y because I knew he would never hurt you. When I gave him the gift that you got for him, he opened the box and... he started bawling. It turns out they were his great grandfather's cufflinks; the same cufflinks that his great grandfather wore on the day of his wedding, and his grandfather and his own father. His dad told him that they were lost in storage somewhere and he didn't have the time to dig them out, but what it really was was that his father didn't care enough to drag himself away from the bar to find them for his son. You took two days off work, telling everyone that you were going on a short trip to Michigan to instead drive to Philly and drag his father home to find them.
"Booth… he told me that the only way that his father would relinquish those cufflinks to him would be to marry a girl whom his father believed was appropriate. Apparently his father didn't think that you were, but at the end of those two days, you drove back to D.C. with those cufflinks in your pocket. He told me that he didn't deserve you; that you were too good for him. He said he had done so many horrible things in his life that he couldn't see why God was blessing him with the perfect woman; and he vowed to God that he would never hurt you and prayed that he would never be a disappointment to you. And then, after we had both dried our tears," Angela said, chuckling through the tears that were streaming down her face again, "He gave me a present to bring back to you." She said, removing the wedding ring from Brennan's finger and taking the band off of it. She flipped the wedding band and swiped a finger over the engraving, then handing it back to her. The engraving read 'It's just you and me; family.'
Brennan looked at the engraving and played with the band in her fingers, "You're right, Angela. You're right about everything." She said, rubbing the moisture from her cheeks away. She exhaled loudly and took back her wedding ring from Angela and joining the band and the ring back together, slipping it on her finger again.
She stood up and gathered her jacket and purse and Angela stood as well, "I hope I wasn't too hard on you, sweetie." Angela said quietly, "I just love you guys so damn much that I can't bear the thought of you two splitting up for no good reason."
Brennan cleared her throat and shrugged on her coat, "I'll be honest, Ange. You were kind of harsh, but I'm not sure that I don't deserve it; at least a little bit. Rationally speaking, you have me pegged. I know that you're right about me and I… I just hope that I can fix it. I hope that I can change so that this never happens again."
Angela walked over to her friend who was standing at the door and pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry for being harsh. I love you sweetie and that big lug of yours."
Both women laughed and released the hug, "Thanks for your… insight. Bye." She said, before exiting the door.
Angela opened the door again, "Bye!" she said, before making her way over to her husband and her child.