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"She's like a genius in her field, and you're what 17. Wait you're a Brennan, YOU TWO ARE RELATED?" his excitement could hardly be contained
"No" "Yes" Both of the Brennan's replied at the same time. And then turned to look at each other, Booth did the same.
"What?" questioned Alison
"Okay well, I think we should sit down now." Said Sweets.
Booth sat down on the couch and tried to avoid the awkwardness that was happening right before him. Truthfully he was curious about Alison life, and how Brennan was involved, but he was smart enough to know when to step back from the action.
"You realize we aren't biologically related right?"
'Well, apparently they aren't siblings and she isn't Bones daughter' thought Booth.
"That doesn't mean we aren't family. At least I thought we were 7 years ago." Stated a seemingly upset Temperance.
An apparently unwise Sweets interjected, "But it can't be a coincidence you have the same last name. So you are related."
For that he got an icy stare from both Alison and Bones. "She adopted me."
At hearing this Booth couldn't remain quiet. He shot up from the couch, "Bones." His voice cracked with confusion and despair, as if he was pleading her to stop for him. His face bared and expression of hurt and desperation. Temperance turned and locked eyes with him, giving him a silent apology, begging him to understand. It didn't work he broke the connection of their gaze and turned towards Sweets. "Excuse me." And with that he walked out of the office with a lost expression covering his face.
Cohen was sitting on the bench outside of the Hover building waiting to the others to finish their session. It gave him time to think about recent events. Alison and Temperance were his life for a long time, and he missed it. All of the good memories flooded back to him when he opened his door the other night. There she stood, soaked from the down pouring rain with a bouquet of dandelions in hand and a hung smile on her face. This was the girl he loved, standing at his door with flowers, in the same old sweatshirt. That moment was the moment that he felt his heart warm like never before, for the first time in awhile he felt like laughing.
They didn't meet at work; they met at school. She was younger then him but so much smarter. There weren't that many kids in their school, that's what you get for a going to on of the oldest and most prestigious prep schools in town. So when there was a new student everyone knew, even if they were in a different grade. She wasn't only beautiful and intelligent; she was witty, fun and spontaneous. They got to know each other that year and he slowly learned about her life. She wasn't your average prep school girl, she raised herself, lived in foster care from the age of 2, and was pulled out when she was 9. It was complicated, her life was hard, she had issues, but he didn't care. He fell in love with his best friend, and she did too. They dated for 2 years, until he had to move back to Langley. It started to fall apart then, because that is when everyone found out. She had immeasurable talents in psychology, and she was a human lie detector.
This is way he doesn't talk to his father anymore he got her into this. He recruited his girlfriend into the CIA. And his father tried to pass it off as a good thing, saying it was a way to keep them together. It wasn't something that Alison deserved. A twelve year old should be playing on the videogames or riding a bike, not studying high school and college level books. She's 17 and has 3 masters and could easily complete 4 doctorates soon. It wasn't right and it was his fault.
Temperance hurt from it too. Alis was like her sister. The only family she had, and he took her away from her. He cursed himself for their pain, and his father, and most of all he cursed Alison's damn sense of duty, and her extreme level of commitment. And after all of this, after 6 years of being together what did he do, he left her like everyone else did. He quit his family's world and went to college leaving Alison alone again.
Cohen was torn from his deep thought as he saw Booth rushing out of the building. He quickly stood up and jogged after the extremely frustrated agent. "Dude, wait up? What happened, you were supposed to be in there for like 20 more minutes."
Booth turn around and his expression eased. "Oh, yeah, I…I had to leave. It was just time for me to step out."
"Well what happened, they wont tell me if I ask, just help me out. Please…" he begged.
"I thought she trusted me, but apparently I'm not good enough to know about her daughter so I thought it was best I leave. Happy, can I go." He said with a confident yet subtly crushed.
"Oh man, this is my fault. She probably didn't tell you cause it was too painful for her to think about and go through again. But don't leave. Not like this. She needs you."
"What the hell are you talking about? Bones doesn't need anyone, she is perfectly fine by herself." He was fuming at this point, upset that he must continue this conversation, he wanted to go home, get drunk and catch watcher game was on.
"Alison left her, she was the only person she re-exposed herself to and she upped and left. Temperance is strong but this is one thing she could never handle, so when I say don't leave now, I mean don't leave now, turn around and get your ass back to that office. Make her understand that you wont leave her, have her see your worth the pain it takes to open up."
Booth studied him for a minute and then turned and ran towards the building, hoping he wasn't to late.
It's been forever since I updated this and my apologizes. Motivation isn't really common in my life lately. I hope you still like it. I've got plans for other stories or maybe a collection of oneshots. I'm still contemplating it. I guess time will only tell. For now this story is paused or holding as-is. I might continue it later with things more based on B/B. We'll see.
