A/N: Okay, thank you for your reviews. I love hearing from you, especially since all of you have different opinions on what should happen in the story. It's very interesting, I'm reading each and everyone of them and they give me ideas for the story. They make me think about things I hadn't really thought of while working on the plan for this story. So if you have a comment on the story (constructive comment, I should say, since it's to help me write this story), feel free to share it. I don't mind if you disagree on the direction this story is taking. I want to hear about it! So don't be shy.

Another thing, I'm really happy no one guessed the song I will be using. It's a very touching song I heard maybe a month ago. It's by a singer called Kellie Coffey. The song is called "I Would Die For That". You can find it on her new album which had come out a couple of weeks ago, on her MySpace page and on YouTube (very touching video there, I might add). Now, without further ado, Chapter 5!

Disclaimer: I do not own the song used in this chapter (but I think all of you knew that already!)

Saved by the bell. One line into the song and she was forced to pause it. A knock at her door interrupted her. The door opened to reveal an excited Cam, announcing that the tox screen results had came in and that they might have found a cause of death for young Evelyne Courteau. The news hit her like a bolt of lightening and propelled her to her feet, the song instantly forgotten. But as the technicians later left one by one and that silence settled back into the lab, Temperance was left once again alone with her thoughts. The melody, the deep voice, the piano, the words, the first line... Everything came back to her. Setting her notes on her desk, she turned to her screen. Windows Media Player was still on, as though waiting for her to unpause it. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her mouse and clicked on the button.

The gentle piano filled her ears and her heart began to beat faster. Leaning back against her chair, she closed her eyes.

Jenny was my best friend
Went away one summer
Came back with a secret
She just couldn't keep
A child inside her
Was just too much for her
So she cried herself to sleep

She tried to block the feelings that were quickly rushing through her. She shivered in spite of herself. The words were just too appropriate. Two babies, two miscarriages. She thought of what her best friend had told her about her doctor's appointment. There was something about her uterus, about not being able to hold in a child. It seemed as though a child was too much for her, too much for her body.

And she made a decision
Some find hard to accept

It probably wasn't what the singer was talking about but she couldn't help thinking about how her own interpretation of the lyrics worked as well. She tried to imagine herself in Angela's shoes, accepting to see another woman carry her own child while she couldn't. But, as hard as she tried, she just couldn't picture it. Why surrogacy over adoption? Sure, there was the whole "half-Hodgins, half-her" idea but was there more to it? It hardly seemed like a valid argument. What about adoption? Had she really thought it through before deciding to go for surrogacy? Had it been a hard decision to make? Why ask her to carry her child? Didn't Hodgins have a sister? Why not ask her?

Too young to know that one day
She might live to regret

Was Angela regretting her decision now? What was she doing at the moment? They had barely spoken at all today. Was she really angry with her? She couldn't see why. It wasn't like she had intended to hurt her friend. She couldn't couldn't do what she had asked her to do. Her friendship for Angela had nothing to do with it.

But I would die for that
Just to have one chance
To hold in my hands
All that she had
I would die
For that

The lights were off, the room was quiet except for the sound of traffic coming in from the open window. A soft wind blew in the curtains, making them sway. And The moon, already present, casted an eerie ray into the room and adding to the coldness of the room. Somewhere from inside the house, she could hear Hodgins rummaging through something. A drawer? A cabinet? She couldn't tell.

And I've been given so much
A husband that I love
So why do I feel incomplete?

Angela sighed and curled on her side. Her eyes stared, unfocused, at the movement of the curtains on the wall, her mind miles away from her home in Washington, away from her reality. She felt numb but maybe it was a good thing. At least, she couldn't feel the pain of having her dream shattered into thousands of pieces... once again. She had been sure. How could she have been so foolish?

With every test and checkup
Told not to give up
He wonders if it's him
And I wonder if it's me

She had gone home early, unable to stand the glances casted by her colleagues. Even Booth had sensed that something had been wrong. She had heard him ask Cam if something was going on between her and Brennan. Of course, Cam had stayed neutral, saying that it wasn't up to her to reveal anything. But then the pathologist had gotten the results from her tox screen and had gone to fetch Brennan in her office. Awkwardness had filled the examination area as the two best friends had found themselves face-to-face. As Temperance's blue eyes met Angela's brown ones, painful words had echoed in the artist's ears.

"I'm sorry, Ange. I can't do it."

All I want is a family
Like everyone else I see
And I won't understand it
If it's not meant to be

Obviously, it wasn't mean to be. Temperance had said no.

Angela turned on her other side. Why had her best friend refused? Was she scared she was going to get attached? Did she see it as another abandonment? She had tried to ask her on the phone the previous night but the words had caught in her throat. Instead, tears had flowed from her eyes and she had begged her friend to reconsider. But Temperance had been firm. She wasn't going to change her mind. Deep down, Angela knew she would never. She could understand where her decision was coming from. They had barely spoken today. She just hadn't been able to face her. To see her was to acknowledge the fact that she wouldn't be getting what she wanted really badly.

She wondered if Temperance thought she mad at her. She hoped not. She wasn't. She was just grieving.

Cause I would die for that
Just to have one chance
To hold in my hands
All that they have
I would die for that

A flicker of guilt. Maybe changing her mind wouldn't be so bad. After all, she would be doing this for her close friends.

A red light seemed to have lighten up at the back of her mind.

"What about all the other reasons that made you refused?" Her mind seemed to be telling her. "You don't want children."

But it wouldn't involve raising the child once it was born. Angela and Hodgins would be the ones bringing it home afterwards. Not her.

"What about the other stuff? The biological ones? You would be carrying a baby. There would be no more going on the field with Booth, no more working on the lab, especially with all those toxic chemicals going through the lab."

Well there weren't so many of them. Maybe...

She felt something clutch at the pit of her stomach. What was that feeling she got every time she thought of saying yes? It was as though her body was trying to tell her something. Something she couldn't, or didn't want, to think of. Logically, it was impossible for her body to try to talk to her. Then what? What was that feeling?

And I want to know what it's like
To bring a dream to life

Could she say yes?

What I'd give up

The gut retching feeling intensified. Temperance squeezed her eyes tightly, hoping the sensation would soon pass.

Sometimes it's hard to conceive
When all that I've got
And all I've achieved

Hodgins' face flashed in her mind. He was smiling. Beside him, a little girl: brown hair, dark brown eyes. She looked just like them.

What I want most of all
Before my time is gone

A sinking feeling, a growing feeling of nausea. Angela's eyes snapped open. nauseating feeling intensified. She breathed heavily as tears welled up in her eyes. It was getting harder and harder to breathe and the room seemed to be closing in on her.

Is to hear the words

One tear... Two tears.

"I love you, Mom."

Before she knew it, tears poured from her eyes.

I would die
For that

Temperance's eyes shot open. Anxiety rushed through her veins, making it hard to breathe. The room seemed to be spinning around her and she could feel her hands shaking on her knees.

Just to have one chance
To hold in my hands
What so many have

She knew she'd regret her second decision for ever. She could feel it in her entire body.

Grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen, she began to write. Her usually neat handwriting seemed more like an eight-year-old's scribble. She didn't care. Angela deserved to know the reasons behind her decision.

And I wanna know
What it's like

The door to the bedroom creaked open. From where he stood, Hodgins could tell Angela was still sobbing. The dark form of her body shook in their big bed. The room was cold. His eyes settled on the opened window.

To bring a dream to life

The sound of his footsteps were muffled by the carpet. He made his way to the window.

How I would love
What some give up

He was about to shut it when his hands froze in mid-air. Something caught his attention. A movement, on the street. A woman, pushing a stroller. Too preoccupied by the painful thoughts of his own wishes, Hodgins didn't bother wondering what that woman was doing out after dark, pushing a stroller on a dark street.

I would die

His vision blurred. The woman and the stroller disappeared behind a glass of tears.

Closing the window, he rested his forehead against the cool glass and sighed loudly. He closed his eyes, trying desperately to block out the pain that was plaguing him.

"Damn you, Dr. Brennan." He thought.

I would die...

"For that."