A/N: Did I really only post that much of the story? Sorry everyone! My brain got all muddled up between writing this stuff by hand and typing it up. And now look; I've managed to lose the silly notebook. Ah well, it's not like I have anything else to do with my time today.

"Sweets? What do you need that couldn't wait until our next appointment? And where's Bones? Why does she get to get out of this and not me?"

"Booth, I need your advice about Bones."

Booth quieted. "What's wrong, Sweets?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just wanted your advice … I'm not quite sure where to begin …" Sweets took a deep breath. "Really, I shouldn't even be talking to you about this."

"Spit it out, Sweets! What's so damn important?"

"Booth, can you list any … quirks … you'd say are particularly unique to Dr. Brennan?"

"Why? Damnit Sweets, now you're getting me all nervous."

"Just go with me here, please."

"No."

I kept chickening out when I tried to talk to Booth about Brennan. Probably at least part of the problem was that legally, I shouldn't talk to him about this sort of stuff, especially not without her in the room. But how to bring it up? Brennan can be quite intimidating at times, even to me. And really, what place did I have trying to talk to her about Aspergers'?

But, I'd been chickening out every time for over two years. Didn't she deserve to know, to have the choice?

I'd done my research over the past two years. I was pretty sure she did. She deserved to know.

Next time I saw her, I'd talk to Brennan.

A/N: good breaking point there. Brennan's more interesting; I'll do things from her POV next. Next update should be faster, since I've got some free time now.