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Well, new chapter! I can't believe it is Chapter 6. I know it is a bit short, but I wanted to give Brennan and Angela a chapter of their own. Enjoy!

This is dedicated to my bestest cyber-buddy Dani, who turns 18 on Friday. Happy Birthday Dani!

Previously:

In her hospital bed, after her "squints" had left, Brennan sat bolt upright. Her memory had returned. Along with the pain.

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Brennan could tell by the lack of light coming in her window that it was late. Her body ached for sleep, for reprieve from the exhaustion that consumed her battered muscles and bones.

But she was waiting for Booth.

After remembering their argument, and what she told him about her past, she needs to explain. She doesn't want Booth thinking she was a slut, a foster child who slept with any passing stranger and then destroyed her mistakes.

It hadn't been her mistake.

So she was waiting, certain that Booth would come and say good night. She could understand why he had those views of abortion, being a devout Catholic and a father. But she was angry and hurt that he had had that view of her. She thought he trusted her.

She looked up hopefully as the door opened quietly. Her heart sank again as Angela slipped through.

"Sweetie, why are you still awake? Are you in pain? Because I can get a nurse." Angela had moved to her bedside and taken her hand.

"No, I'm fine. I was just…thinking." Brennan paused. "Has Booth left?"

Angela nodded. "He went to get some sleep, honey. He said he'd be back in the morning." Seeing the look on her friend's face she added, "I had to practically force him out the door. He wants to talk to you. Tell you something."

"What?"

"No, I can't tell you yet. If he backs out of it, I said I would let you know, But I have to give him a chance."

"Is it about our fight? And the fact he thinks I'm a murderer?" Brennan is surprised to feel tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh, sweetie. He doesn't think you're a murderer." Angela sat on the side of the bed.

"He does, Ange. I told him about my abortion and he said I had killed a baby." Brennan felt a sob rise in her throat, fought it, and forced it back down. She must be dignified. "He thinks I'm a murderer. A child-killer."

The sob rose again, and she couldn't hold it back. Another, and another followed it, until she was sitting up in bed, Angela's arms around her, sobbing like a heartbroken seventeen-year-old.

Angela looked down at her best friend. She had never seen her cry this much. Had never seen her this unguarded and vulnerable. Temperance Brennan was never vulnerable. It changed the way she looked. All of her hard edges and self-confidence had vanished, to be replaced with raw pain.

Tears running down her own face, Angela softly rubbed comforting circles on Brennan's back and waited for the tears to abate.

Brennan finally sank into a deep sleep, the tracks of her tears still shining on her face. Angela silently went into the corridor and pulled out her mobile phone.

"Booth."

"Booth! You stupid, insensitive grunt!"

"Angela? What one earth…." His voice sounded groggy with sleep.

"Her memory is back."

"What! But I didn't get to –"

"Uh-huh. You really hurt her Booth. She thinks you think she's a murderer."

"But I don't!"

Angela's tears started running again. "Yeah, you better not, because right now she's still that teenager who needed help, and had only one solution."

"Are you crying, Ange?"

"Damn right I am! I just spent the last 45 minutes holding my best friend while she sobbed her heart out. That usually pulls on the heartstrings a bit. But you need a heart for that, I guess."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Don't you dare! She was exhausted, and only just fell asleep. She needs to heal, Booth."

"Ok, I'll be there first thing in the morning."

"That's good, because if you aren't I'm fetching you and dragging you here by the ear." Booth winced at the tone in her voice. "And God help you if you don't fix her, Booth. I have learnt some martial arts moves from Bren, and I won't hesitate to kick your arse for her." She hung up.

Angela sighed, her job done for now. She re-entered the room, assured herself Brennan was still asleep, and settled herself in the armchair next to the bed. If she couldn't sleep, Atleast she would be comfortable.

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Probably only one more chapter and an epilogue to go.