Sorry for the wait..i was on vacation sort of...but anyways here it is...and i have to warn you it is angsty the end...you didnt think B/B would get off that easy didja :)...

Brennan usually wouldn't do this sort of thing. She wasn't one to ask for help. It was easier if she just pretended like she could handle everything on her own. Most of the time she could. Most of the time she had no problem pushing away feeling of fear and uncertainty, but right now she felt like there was no where to run from herself. No where to hide.

This seemed so much bigger then her…It felt like this was either going to be her life, or it wasn't. She hated herself for getting this far in without even having a second thought in her head.

I am in way over my head.

It had seemed so easy to just fall back into love with Booth. To forgive him so easily. Was that really smart? Was it the right thing to do?

That was why she was now leaning against the wall outside a certain eclectic artist's office, trying to summon the courage to admit she needed help.

It had only hit her how fast things had gone back when she woke up in his arm's, remembering that she had told him she loved him the previous night. That seemed so…wrong wasn't the word. Because she did love him, more than she cared to admit. It seemed like she wasn't thinking clearly. No that wasn't it. That made it sound like she didn't love him.

I do love him He loves me. Why can't I just let it be that simple?

She was scared. That was what the problem was. She bit her lip, dreading the word. It was fear of being in a relationship, of giving herself so much to another person. Fear of needing Booth. Fear of having him leave again.

When he had left, the abandonment issues that she had so desperately tried to push behind her, to keep in the past, came roaring full-throttle back at her without even a moments warning.

She was scared, and when she was scared it was easy just to close up and push him away. But she didn't want to push him away. It wasn't just about her anymore. It wasn't just about them. They had Chloe and Sam to think about.

That's why before she took the leap of faith to tell the twins about Booth, she decided she needed the advice of her best friend who usually helped her out. She hoped Angela would have something to say. She needed that.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the office, where Angela was working on a sketch at her desk. Her face brightened when she saw her friend standing nervously in the doorway.

"Hi Ange."

"Hey sweetie, what's going on?"

Angela stood to give her friend a hug, her long dark hair brushing against her shoulders as Brennan hugged her back in surprise.

Angela's like me. But with emotions. She knows things. I wish I knew those kinds of things.

Brennan sat down in the chair across from Angela, admiring the bouquet of thick perfectly pink roses perched in a vase on Angela's desk.

Angela smiled, seeing her friend eye them curiously.

"Pretty aren't they? Hodgins brought them for me this morning." Brennan smiled, seeing Angela's obvious contentment in her relationship. She envied her friend.

"I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing Ange."

The artist could see the nervousness in her friends face, and wondered what was going on. Things with Booth seemed pretty good, so she contemplated what it could possibly be.

"Right thing in what?"

Brennan bit her lip, looking up at Angela, trying to find a way to explain.

"With Booth. I mean I don't know if this is what I'm supposed to do. Are we supposed to be together, because I feel like I'm being stupid. I'm letting him in, and rationally I should be evaluating the situation for possible risks and problems, but I'm not Ange…I'm not, and I'm afraid I might be letting him get too close."

Angela wanted to hug her friend tightly for trusting her so much. Brennan wasn't an easy women to get to open up, and the fact that she had willingly come to Angela for help was a huge step.

"Bren…It's normal to have apprehensions in a relationship, especially you and Booth. You give complicated a whole new meaning. In the dictionary there would be a picture of you two next to the word. I think its good sweetie, that you're not thinking so much…"

Angela could see her friend thinking deeply. "No. That's just the thing Angela. I'm not thinking. I'm afraid that I'm going to be so deeply in the relationship, without even thinking about it first, and then Booth is just going to up and decide that it's over."

Angela opened her mouth to speak, but Brennan stopped her knowing exactly what Angela was going to say.

"And don't say he would never leave me. He has. What the he11 am I supposed to do if he does it again?"

Angela shook her head, looking Brennan straight in the eye. "He wouldn't."

"How do you know that? I told him I need time to trust him again, but if I don't figure out soon Ange, he's going to think I'm trying to push him away."

It made Angela upset seeing Brennan so clearly distraught. So overwhelmed with the thought of loosing Booth again. Booth hardly knew the number he had done on her last time, and she would personally beat him to a pulp if he hurt her best friend again.

"He knows you sweetie. He knows you need the time."

"Are you sure?"

Brennan wanted to trust Angela's words, but part of her was not believing it. She wanted to believe it. She wanted everything to be ok.

Angela nodded. "Yes."

There was silence as Brennan contemplated Angela's logic, her fingers tracing the edges of the rose petals lightly.

"You haven't told them yet, about Booth."

Brennan shook her head, looking away from Angela. "Sweetie I know what you're thinking. That if you tell them, everything is just going to be set in concrete. But it doesn't have to be."

Brennan looked at her hopefully. "It doesn't?"

Angela laughed lightly. "No it doesn't. If you want to wait to tell them, you can wait. If you want to tell Booth that you need to spend a little time apart, do it Bren."

"You think?"

"Yes sweetie…if Booth wants to be with you and you want to be with him, then things will work out. I promise."

Brennan smiled as she stood up, reassured by Angela's words. Maybe that's all she and Booth needed. A little time. "Thanks Ange."

Before Brennan could exit the office in a mad dash, Angela flung herself at her friend, almost knocking Brennan over in the process. Brennan could pretend like she didn't need to be hugged sometimes, but Angela knew she appreciated it.

"You'll be ok Brennan."

Brennan pulled back, smiling as she walked out the door. "I always am."

Angela nodded, as she meandered back to her desk to finish the sketch for Zach. Even if things got hard for her friend, she was right; she always in the end was ok. Especially if she had Booth to take care of her. That's all anyone needed.

Booth tried concentrating on the massive stack of paperwork, but his mind wasn't cooperating. Either was his stomach. All he could think about was he and Brennan, and Chloe and Sam, and Parker, and fulfilling his hunger. Funny combination.

He gave up chucking his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair, sighing. It was nearly 2 o'clock, that's why he was hungry. He contemplated calling Brennan for lunch, but he figured she had already eaten.

His mind was too full. Things seemed good with them. He grinned, thinking about the night before. He11 things seemed great. She had told him she loved him, something he knew didn't come easy to her.

But as much as things could seem perfect, he could tell they weren't. He knew Brennan, and he could tell that she was still apprehensive. Scared even of being with him. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she voiced this to him. He wanted things to be alright with them, but it wasn't going to be smooth sailing the whole way. He knew they hadn't even hit a real obstacle yet. Thank god.

Booth was about to try and start on the paperwork again, when he was saved by a gentle knocking. Looking up, he smiled when he saw Brennan standing slightly nervously in the doorway.

"Bones, hey."

He stood up, making his way across the office to her. He pulled her into the office, shutting the door and pressing her against the wall kissing her lightly on the lips away from the prying eyes of the agents that had curiously watched her walk through the bullpen.

She smiled at his enthusiasm. "Hi."

"What are you doing here? I was just thinking about you actually."

She smiled, and then bit her lip. He could tell that her visit wasn't purely to "visit" him.

"I wanted to talk to you."

He shrugged, nodding. "Is something wrong Babe?"

She shook her head, stepping back to create some distance between them. She couldn't think when their bodies, their lips were so close.

"No, nothings wrong. I mean not really. I just..." she paused. "I think we're going too fast."

He hadn't expected that. "Too fast?"

She looked down, jamming her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "Yes too fast. I don't think that I can do this."

Booth's face darkened, trying to figure out what she was saying. Before he could say anything she continued.

"I mean not like that Booth. I want to be with you, but I don't know if it's the right thing."

"Do you think you could spare me your god damn logic just this once Temperance?"

She recoiled slightly at his harsher tone, looking away from him. She could feel the hot stinging of tears and she quickly blinked them back. She didn't want to cry. Not now.

He wasn't taking this the right way. She didn't not want to be with him. She wanted this. She just needed space to think.

"Don't talk to me like that."

Booth's face softened, immediately feeling bad, seeing that he had visibly upset her. He didn't want that, but he didn't know what the hell she was doing.

"I don't understand what you're saying Bones."

"You left me Booth," She paused as their eyes met, "I was so…broken after that. And now I'm diving into this relationship like nothing has happened. I just think that we need to take some time, that I need to take some time to think about everything."

"How long?"

She shook her head, biting her lip as she looked at him. "I don't know."

Booth was angry. Not at her, but at himself. He had screwed everything up. He had screwed Brennan up, and now their relationship was going to pay for it. Rage with himself he hadn't felt since his days as a sniper filled his body, clouding his mind.

"Ok fine, go. Go take your space, or time or whatever the he11 it is. Call me when you've made up your mind."

The hot tears blurred her vision, and she wiped them away. Booth's eyes were dark, and she couldn't read him, but his cold words shook her. It sounded like he didn't care, and she knew he did. She didn't want to hurt him.

Her voice shook as she took a step towards him. "Booth I----,"

He took a step backward, distancing himself from her. "No Bones go. I understand. You need your time. Get out of here."

I didn't want it to happen like this. I'll I need is just a little time. Why is he acting like this.

"Fine." Brennan wiped away the tears furiously, turning quickly and walking quickly out of the office. She needed to get as far away as she could before she broke down into sobs. He didn't deserve to see her cry. Not now.

It felt like she'd been shot through the heart.

No wonder gun shot wounds take so long to heal.

It was angsty i know...reveiw please...buttonlove ;)