Sorry if I offended anyone with the whole catholic/christian mix up. To be quite honest I wasn't really paying attention when I wrote it because I was more focused on the plot.

Sorry again!!

R&R please!


Brennan woke up the next morning, laughing to herself. The dream that she had had the night before was absolutely ridiculous. She wasn't the kind of person who believed in dream interpretations. It all seemed so far fetched in reality. Why would your mind use symbolism to tell you what is wrong subconsciously? It was hard enough to interpret metaphor and symbolism fully conscious, much less when you are in a sleeping state.

She sighed and rolled over, seeing the beer bottle firmly placed on the book next to her and the cut she dreamt of on her arm nowhere to be found. She threw back the covers and placed her feet firmly on the ground. Looking out the window, she stretched her limbs out before exiting her room, accidentally knocking the trash bag off of her dresser.

Brennan took a shower and got dressed and made herself something to eat. Strangely enough, the dream from the previous night felt like it wasn't a dream at all. She had heard about a phenomena known as lucid dreaming that only happened during uninterrupted R.E.M. cycles, although she had never experienced it before. It was quite an interesting experience.

Deciding that she didn't want to spend the day in her house, she quickly emailed all of her chapters to her editor and set out into D.C. She was contemplating going to the diner, but that hadn't worked in occupying her time yesterday. She had left Booth's house early yesterday and she had really wanted to watch Parker open his present from her. She had bought him an IPOD because he had been begging Booth for one for some time.

This was one of the reasons that she hated the holiday season so much. The Jeffersonian was closed for the holidays and Cam had insisted that she not work for the next five days. In past years, Temperance would continue her work alone in the Jeffersonian on remains from Modular Skeletal Storage, putting herself ahead of her work for the weeks to come.

She didn't mind being alone in the Jeffersonian, in fact, she rather preferred working that way. The noise that traveled the halls of the Jeffersonian became dull during the holiday season and it was calming to work in such a serene environment. It was relaxing and peaceful and time seemed to move much more quickly when she was alone, seeing as how she had no time indicators to keep her on track or force her into a routine pattern. It was just her and the remains in the lab and she couldn't think of anything better.

She had tried to go to the Jeffersonian the day before, but found herself to be locked out of the building. Cam had most likely had maintenance change the locks for the holiday season to make sure that she stayed out of the lab and she found it to be quite disheartening and disappointing that she would have to find something else to do.

Shivering in the cold, Brennan looked both ways before running across the street to the diner. It was the only thing that she could think of doing other than going to the lab or her apartment. The bells above the door jingled as she stepped inside and brushed some snow off of her shoulders.

"Sweetie!" she heard a voice call from the other end of the diner. Looking up, she saw Angela sitting at a table by herself with a book in hand. Brennan smiled and made her way over to the table, "What are you doing here?" Angela asked as Brennan sat down at the table.

"I didn't have anything better to do." She said simply, miming to the waitress that she wanted some coffee.

"I just can't believe that you aren't in the lab." Angela said, wide eyed and marking her place in her book.

"Cam changed the locks. I can't get in." she shrugged.

Angela sat back in her seat with a sly smile, "Good for her. You deserve some time off and you won't ever give it to yourself."

"I don't need time off, Angela." Brennan moaned, taking the scarf off of her neck and tossing it onto the chair next to her, "I need to remain active."

Angela sighed, "So, what are you going to do for Christmas?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

The waitress brought over Brennan's coffee and set down a salad in front of her as well, "Thank you." Brennan said, smiling at the waitress. She turned back to her friend before answering, "I'm going to visit my dad." She lied. She knew that if she told Angela the truth that she would hear the same argument that she heard from Booth the night before and in all honesty, she just wasn't up for another argument.

"That's so great." Angela said, sipping on a glass of water, "I'm glad that you two are reconnecting so well." Brennan nodded her head slowly, not offering up any further information. She knew that if she started talking too much about the holiday that Angela would know that she was lying about spending time with her father, "So… Anything else new?" Angela asked.

Brennan pursed her lips and shrugged, "No, not really."

"Have you seen Booth?" she asked.

Brennan looked at Angela curiously, "Why? Have you talked to him recently?"

"No." Angela replied, "I was just curious. How did Parker like his Christmas present?" she asked.

Brennan sighed, "I actually don't know. I gave Booth the presents before I left his house last night and Parker wasn't there."

Angela nodded, "Well, he's going to love it. You're giving him the coolest present he'll get this Christmas.

Brennan's eyes went wide, "What?" she exclaimed, "I can't top Booth's presents Angela! Booth should give him the best present!"

Angela started laughing and her friends overreaction, "Sweetie, it's fine. I bet Booth has something just as cool to give him."

"You think so?" Brennan asked, calming down.

Angela smiled reassuringly, "Yeah, I think so." Angela stopped to look at her best friend, "What is wrong, sweetie?" she asked.

Brennan looked at her curiously, "What do you mean? Nothing is wrong."

"You look tired and you're kind of… out of it today." Angela replied.

Brennan leaned forward in her chair and took a sip of her coffee, "Out of what?"

"You don't seem yourself." Angela explained, rolling her eyes at her friend's ability to be literal.

Brennan shook her head, "I'm sorry. I had a strange dream last night."

"Ooh." Angela said scooting further down on her seat, "Was it a sex dream?" Angela said looking excited.

Brennan laughed, "No, Angela. My father was in it."

"Oh." Angela said, moving back in her chair, "So, what was it about?"

"It was very strange. He came to my apartment and told me that my life was headed in a bad direction and that if I didn't change it now, I would be doomed. He had these magical powers, it was very strange." She said, brushing it off as nonsense.

"That's interesting." She said casually.

Brennan's eyebrow quirked, "Actually. It isn't interesting, Angela. It was a dream."

"Dreams are your subconscious mind telling you things that you need to know."

"Are you suggesting that my subconscious mind is psychic and knows where my life is headed before I do?" Brennan asked.

"All I'm saying is that human's only use ten percent of their minds. Who knows what the other ninety percent is capable of, Bren? It's like, our appendix used to be an integral part of the human body, but now it's just left over and no longer needed for our survival. Maybe the ninety percent of our brains that we don't use is capable of something that we aren't ready to experience yet consciously. Perhaps, however we are evolved enough to use some small part of it when our conscious mind is turned off." Angela said.

Brennan shook her head and rolled her eyes, "That is conjecture that isn't based on any relevant data, Angela. Just because humans only use ten percent of their brain doesn't mean that the other ninety percent has some sort of underlying supernatural ability."

Angela groaned and leaned back in her chair, "Obviously, the only thing that is going to come out of this conversation is a headache. But, sweetie, maybe you should think about the way you are living your life a little."

"There is nothing wrong with the way I'm living my life Angela." Brennan protested.

"Sweetie," Angela said, reaching her hand across the table and gently covering Brennan's, "You're right. There isn't anything wrong with the life you have now, but you have the potential to be so happy and you're intentionally avoiding it. You need to live a little. For your sake."