Sorry this chapter is a little later than I originally planned, I still got it up though! Enjoy!
*Warning! Drama occurs!*
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Booth had been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off since the moment his plane landed in Chicago. He still couldn't believe everyone had been lying to him.
On his way to the airport, he'd stopped by the Jeffersonian and had confronted Cam about it. He could still feel the blinding rage that had coursed through his body when she had admitted that, yes. She had indeed kept the secret of his own child from him.
He couldn't stop thinking about it the whole two hour flight from Chicago to D.C. Why would Brennan keep his child from him? She knows the pain that he went through with Rebecca, why would put him through that again?
He had used his ties with the FBI to get her address from a colleague of hers at Northwestern. The professor had claimed that Brennan had finished up her class about an hour ago, and was going out to dinner with her friends.
Booth simply thanked the man, and held onto the paper that held Brennan's address like it was pure gold. He didn't care how long he had to wait until he saw Brennan, he was going to see her tonight. He was going to get answers out of her, no matter how hard she tried to refuse him.
He had gotten a key to her apartment from Angela. It had taken almost an hour of persuasion and begging, but she had given it to him.
Once he'd finally arrived at the apartment building was when his rage began to subside, but only slightly. He was so upset with her, so frustrated. He just couldn't understand why.
He had been greeted by a doorman, who had given him a semi-suspicious look, but Booth shrugged it off easily. He took the elevator to the fourth floor, then down to the apartment Angela had specified. 47. His palms began to sweat as he put the key into the doorknob, he opened the door, calling Brennan's name as he did so.
He received no answer, and judging from the silence he heard inside, she wasn't home. He sat himself down on her couch, and waited. He didn't care how long he had to wait, he was going to talk to her.
When Brennan walked into her apartment, she immediately noticed that something was off. She put her keys into the bowl on the table next to her door, and hung her purse up on a coat hook.
She walked over to her couch, to see Booth laying there with his eyes closed. She turned around to walk to her bedroom, when he spoke.
"How could you do this to me?"
She turned around, noticing that his eyes were now open.
"Do what Booth?"
"You know exactly what I am talking about. That kid," he said, pointing to her stomach, "is mine. And you were going to keep my child away from me."
"You don't even know if this is your child."
"Bullshit. I know it is. I saw your interview. I remember that night Bones. Yeah, sure. It may have taken me a while to realize that it wasn't some perverted dream that I was having, but I remember."
"Your point being?"
"How could you do that to me Bones? How could you just leave without even talking to me about it?! For the past three months I've been thinking I'm a pervert because I have different snippets of the same sex dream with you almost every night. But now that I pieced together that it was real, and that it really happened...why didn't you stay? Why didn't we talk about it?!"
"Booth, if I had stayed in your apartment five more minutes Hannah would have walked in on the both of us sleeping naked in your bed! What happened that night doesn't matter." she stated simply.
"Of course it matters Bones! That night resulted in a child! A child that you were trying to keep away from me! That's kind of a big deal!" he exclaimed.
"No Booth, it isn't. You're a married man now. Married to a woman that isn't me. How do you think Hannah would react if she found out about this?! She's the only woman who should matter in your life Booth. You shouldn't even be here right now. What happened that night...it was promiscuous. It doesn't matter. I don't matter. That night didn't mean anything. We were both drunk and acting immaturely, and in the middle of it we made the mistake of having sex."
"Bones, you can argue all you want, but this is my kid..."
She cut him off, "Sure, this child may be your biologically, but what has you so sure that I'm going to give you any parental rights?! I could make so that you can't see this child Booth, and frankly, I think that would be the better decision for everyone involved in this situation."
"Bones, we both know that you wouldn't do that..."
"What makes you think I won't Booth? I can make it so that you can't see this child, I have that power Booth. I don't want to do that, but I think it is the best decision."
"How in any way is taking your child from their father a good decision Bones?! I know that I can find some anthropology jumbo to prove you wrong that and talks about how a child needs it's father."
"You are right about that Booth, however I disagree. In this current situation, I do not find it beneficiary for her to be around you."
"Her?" Booth whispered, his eyes becoming soft.
"Yes, her. I found out yesterday." Brennan said.
"Bones, there surely has to be a way that we can work this out..."
"But that's just it Booth! There is no way! Unless you leave Hannah, but honestly, I don't want that to happen. I don't want to have to carry around the burden that I broke up a happy marriage simply because of a mistake that the two of us made while under the influence of alcohol. It wouldn't be fair to Hannah, and it wouldn't be fair to you. You're happy with her, and we both know that the whole reason that you're here is out of obligation."
"Oh, so this is about Hannah and I now?! What about you and I?! This is our child! Not mine and Hannah's!"
"Yes, it is about you and Hannah, Booth! How do you think she is going to react if you tell her that you want to be involved with the child's life? She's going to argue against it. We both know she will. Then that will cause problems in your marriage because you're the family man, and eventually it will cause you two to separate. I don't want to be the cause of that Booth, I don't want to be known as the home wrecker. And personally, I don't want our child around Hannah because I don't like her."
"Bones, that won't happen, you won't be known as a home wrecker."
"Oh really? Well what do you think our child will think of me if you two have some sort of relationship and she calculates that she was born after you had gotten married to Hannah?"
"Bones, you can't think like that..."
"But I can't not think like that Booth. The last thing I need is for my daughter to think that I'm a whore who sleeps with taken men."
"Our daughter Bones. She's not just your's. And technically I wasn't taken that night."
"Booth, whether you want this to happen or not, she is going to be my daughter. She's going to have my last name, not yours. You're never going to see her because one, you're going to be living seven hundred miles away from her and two, we both know that Hannah isn't going to approve of this. So you need to just turn around, walk out, forget that this child and I exist, and carry on with your life."
"That's just the thing Bones. I can't walk away. This is my kid. If I can't be involved...Fuck it. I'm going to be involved in some way. This is our child, Bones. Our daughter. I have known you for almost seven years now, do you really think that I could just get up and walk out?! I...this is pointless. You're obviously not going to change your argument." he sighed, "What's it going to take? Am I really going to have to take you to court so I can get regular visitation rights with my own child?"
"Booth, you can try all you want. But I can tell you right now that the outcome of that custody battle would be that you still wouldn't be able to see her."
Booth was turning desperate at this point, "Please. Bones, just listen to me. What can I do that is going to let you, let me, see our daughter? I'll do anything, please..."
"Booth, it would be better for you if you just left. I won't be asking for any help from you to support her. You should just go home to Hannah and have a child with her if you want one so bad."
"Hannah doesn't want children." he stated matter-o-fact
"Knowing you Booth, you're going to change her mind. You changed mine didn't you?"
Booth sat down on her couch with a defeated sigh, not even noticing that he had stood up.
"I think it's time for you to leave Booth."
"Bones please..." he pleaded, his eyes getting teary.
"I'm serious Booth, I think it's time that you show yourself out."
He stood up again, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch angrily.
"This isn't over. I'll be back." he spat.
"Is that a threat?"
"No," he boiled, "it's a promise."
And with that, he left.
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