Finally she spills! I hope you like this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

Somehow, in slight fuzz of pain, he made it down to the garage, relieved to see that in her moment of panic she hadn't taken her car. She couldn't have gone far, especially not in the drizzle. He jumped into his car, having a vague idea of where she would have gone to get away from everyone. He drove around for a while, in the hope of cutting her off and finding her before she reached where she wanted to be.

No luck.

'Damn it.' He didn't know who he was swearing at, Brennan or him. It was all his fault though, he shouldn't have looked at that file, he shouldn't have wanted to stick his nose into her business. It was her business. He mentally berated himself as he pulled up to the curb and jumped from the car, flexing his bruised toes in his shoes before locking his door and beginning his… mission. A sudden idea struck him, and he reached for his cell, flicking quickly through his phonebook and dialing her number.

Ring…

Ring…

'What do you want, Booth?' She answered tiredly, her voice muffled as though she'd been crying. Which, Booth cursed himself for not thinking sooner, she probably had.

'I'm sorry Bones, really… I am.' He told her, unable to express what he wanted over the phone.

'No, I am. There's something I should have told you. A long time ago… something you need to know about me.'

'You're not engaged are you?'

'What? No. What made you say that?'

'Sorry… look. Where are you?' Booth asked her, and then saw her. She had her head in her hands, sitting on the steps by the reflecting pool, staring into the deep water. 'Forget that.' He folded his phone down and walked towards her, cautious not to startle her, he knew how much that could hurt. She turned her head when he was close, a tired, sad smile on her lips.

'I saw you in the water.' He placed a hand gingerly on her shoulder.

'I'm sorry.' He told her gently, sitting down beside her and placed his arm around her shoulder and squeezing softly.

'No. Booth please… let me tell you something that I should have told you a long time ago… before Sweets drew that conclusion and I got too scared of my past. Before everything caught up on me. I should have told you!'

'Told me what? Bones, you don't have to tell me everything about you.'

'No, Booth. Please. Please listen to me.'

'All right. I'm listening.' She looked at him for a moment, as if assessing his reaction before he knew what it was going to be.

'I was in care, as you know. As everyone knows. And it was bad… they locked me in a trunk for breaking a dish. But that? That was… that was nothing.'

'I wouldn't call it nothing.' Booth told her, leaning back on his hands. It was autumn, the sky darkening earlier, the wind whipping up slightly, chilling the tears on Brennan's cheeks.

'Well I would. Booth, you know Sweets has scars on his back?'

'I remember, Bones. What are you getting at?'

'Well… so do I.'

'I know, metaphorically speaking.' He observed her profile.

'No Booth. Not metaphorical, not imaginary.'

'I don't get it.' She let out a mirthless laugh.

'You don't get it…' It was dark now, and she lifted the back of her shirt, knowing he could hardly see. 'Put your hand… here.' He placed his fingers on the raised ridges, and this time, unlike Sweets, she didn't flinch or pull away. His touch was different. Less clinical, more gentle and caring, if a touch can be.

'Jesus Bones. They're bad, I have scars but none… none this bad.'

'I know.'

'What happened to you?' He kept his hand on the upper scar, tracing the twisted flesh as it curved slightly downwards towards her kidneys.

'Which one?' He pressed down slightly on the top one.

'This one.' The worst one.

'Okay…' She took in a deep breath, and Booth could feel her trembling underneath his fingers. 'I lost my virginity at sixteen.'

'But when Cam asked a good time for young people to lose their virginity you said twenty one, the age you engaged in a sexual relationship.' Then Booth recalled the file. He felt sick.

'My foster father molested me. I got pregnant.'

'What happened Bones?'

'Ten weeks or so in… I miscarried. No one had known about the baby apart from me.' Booth stroked her scar gently.

'It doesn't explain why you have the scar.' She looked at her hands.

'I was crying, covered in blood, I didn't know what was happening to me. I screamed and cried and begged. He came in and yelled at me for being such a baby, for being so loud. And I was still crying, it hurt… it hurt so bad. And then he cut me, slashed across my back and told me that next time it would be worse. How could it possibly have been worse.' She was crying without realizing it, her shoulders shaking.

'Oh my God Bones… I'm so… so sorry.'

'No… no I have to tell you about the other one.' He moved his hand down and touched the other one, nearly a complete rectangle.

'Okay.' Booth told her, still trailing his fingers over the puckered tissue.

'My best friend and I were sixteen, before I miscarried, before I even got pregnant… she had cancer. And one of the things she wanted to do before she died wanted to go to a carnival with me. And we… we got airbrush tattoos on our lower backs of our names, just as a memento for a while.'

'And then what?'

'And I got home… after Sarah had been readmitted to hospital with respiratory failure… and he saw. He thought it was real. But I tried… God only knows I tried.'

'Tried what?'

'Tried to explain it was a fake. He didn't listen and he cut it off… he cut it off my back.' Her voice had gone dull and expressionless, her eyes filled with tears. 'And then Sarah died, the next day. She said I shouldn't be too sad because she would be watching me. She died with my name on her back.' She leaned her head against Booth's shoulder and tried to stop crying.

'Bones I'm so sorry… I wish I could have been there for you.'

'I wish I trusted you more to have told you before this.'

'You told Sweets before me didn't you.'

'I needed someone who knows what it was like.'

'I know… I know.' Brennan sighed and let felt Booth stroke her scars as if they were beautiful, special. He kissed the top of her head.

'Bones, I'm sorry this happened to you. You're such a beautiful, wonderful person who doesn't deserve this.' She felt her eyes well up again.

'Thank you.' I love you.

There will be a continuation of this story when I finish another chapter of some other story. There will also be a B&B kiss at some point in this story! Enjoy.

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