A/N: Sorry if this is not good, the idea popped in my head and I just decided to write. In my fic, they got together after the whole Judas on a pole thing. They have been together for a year. Sully is not here (not yet) and Epps haven't escaped. Sorry for errors, I still don't have a beta!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

The sky was still clear as she stepped out of the balcony and into her living room. This is it, she thought, this is the last that I can take. The room was illuminated only by the pale light of the burning candles, and with a light blow she put them out, leaving a thin smoke as evidence of the once burning fire. Taking the plates off of the table, she crossed the kitchen and deposited them on the sink even though she knew they were clean.

Sighing, she crossed the hall into her bedroom, rapidly taking off the silk red dress she was wearing. Putting on her pajamas she walked back to the living room and sat on the couch, covering herself with a blanket as she adjusted her back on the cushions to start reading her book.

The keys were dangling on his fingers as he crossed the parking floor, going strait to the elevators. When he stepped out of it, Booth already had the right key between his fingers to open the door to their apartment. Turning the door knob carefully not to disturb the room, he entered the dark apartment, locking the door behind him. Leaving his keys in a bowl next to the door he walked towards the kitchen. When he came next to the couch the sight in front of him stopped his on his track.

There she was, fast asleep with her open book hanging on her hands. Taking the book away he observed her chest rise and fall as her eyes danced behind her eyelids. Turning to walk to the kitchen only then he noticed the set table, the melted candles and the long neck vase holding two red roses.

"Shit," he whispered, realizing she fell asleep waiting for him to come home. Noticing the dirty pans, he then realized she cooked for him. "Double shit". Trying his best not to disturb the sleeping doctor he miscalculated the distance of the table, loudly banging his foot in the leg causing the doctor to stir and open her eyes.

"Hi," he said softly while rubbing his foot to ease the pulsating pain.

"What time is it?" she asked, slightly disoriented.

"A little after two," he answered, knowing she was upset with him. But she would forgive him, she always did.

"Where were you?" she questioned, her tone firm and calm.

"Working, you know that." He said.

"How would I know that? I haven't seen or talked to you in a week, you come home late, you're always in a meeting, your cell phone is always dead," she said as she kicked the blanket, sitting herself straight on the couch.

"You know I have been busy," he said, trying to justify himself from her accusations.

"You're not the only one with a job, Seeley. I have one too, you know?" she was louder now, not caring that her neighbors could probably hear her now.

"I know that, Bones, but I…" he was interrupted by her standing up, her blue eyes burning with rage.

"Don't call me Bones! And I'm tired of your excuses!" she screamed. Hearing her yell not to be called Bones forced him to full awareness. She wasn't just pissed; she was reaching a breaking point.

"Come on, Temperance. I'll make it up to you," he pleeded.

"You always say that, but you never do. You just disappoint me again! I'm not one of those sticky girlfriends, but I'm tired!" he noticed the glistening tears growing in her eyes and hated himself for putting her through so much pain.

"I'm sorry," he said in a whisper, and he meant it. But this time, it wasn't enough.

"I've forgiven too much. And at some point, you stopped trying. You used to call me everyday, send me text messages, leave flowers with bagels in my office desk and bring me hot chocolate in the end of an exhausting day. Now…" she was tired, he could see that, "Now you just don't care! I mean, do you even know what today is?" He scanned his brain, desperately trying to find the wanted information. But it was blank. He had nothing. "I thought so".

"I …" he had no excuse.

"Today is our one year anniversary." He didn't know that and was surprised that she knew, and shocked that she cared. "I never really cared about those things, and you know that. But after we got together I got Angela to teach me the important things that I could never forget, like dates, favorite movies, bands, family names. I made an effort to remember everything just to see that you don't care!"

"I do care," he said.

"No, you don't! You say it, but you don't show it anymore!" she was yelling, felling the weigh of her words slipping from her shoulders. There was so many things caught in her throat, and now she was just letting it out. "Do you even know how stupid I felt memorizing dates like the first date, the first kiss, the first time you told me you love me? I never cared about those things, but you used to! I did everything I could to be a good girlfriend, but you took everything for granted."

"Come on Tempe, I promise to make an effort," he said as he stepped closer to her. She held up one hand, motioning him to stop where he was.

"Don't touch me; you don't get to excuse yourself again! You don't get to say that everything will be okay! Nothing is okay, it hasn't been okay for a long time," she took a deep breath, fully aware of the tears gathering in her eyes, "I can't do this anymore, Seeley. I can't," her voice was a whisper, her sadness bare for him to see.

"We can work this out, I know we can," his voice was pleading as he realized what she was saying. He couldn't loose her, not like this, not ever. "You can't give up on us!"

"I did everything I could! I got off work earlier to be with you, you weren't home. I rented your favorites movies on the weekend, you went to work," she could see him trying to work an excuse in his head, but she was not finished, "Do you know what I did today? I went shopping for a new dress with Angela. You know how much I hate to go shopping, but I did it because I thought the occasion deserved my full commitment. I found a dress you would like and then I went to the grocery store to buy the things I needed to make your favorite dish".

"I'm a jerk, okay? I know that, but please, just give me a chance to prove that I can make this relationship work." He seemed so sincere that she almost believed him. But she heard this song before.

"You know what is funny, Seeley? That is exactly what you said when you forgot our weekend getaway," she realized then that there was nothing left to say, "Don't think I don't love you, you know damn well I do, against everything I believe in. I just can't do this anymore. I can't have a relationship with you without you here."

"Please, don't do this. We can work this out," he started to fell the pressure, the despair of being helpless to stop the end of his relationship. He took a step closer to her, intending on hugging her, but she feared that if he touched her, she would melt. So she guarded herself, taking a step back.

"I can't do this anymore. I love you, and I know you love me, but maybe it's just not enough," she said it quietly, and this time he was sure he heard her tears. Turning her back to him she grabbed her purse on the coffee table. "I'll stay at Angela's or in a hotel until you find yourself another place. When you finish packing your things, let me know," and with that she was out the door, closing it behind her.

Booth stood there for a long time, the last events replaying is his head. He couldn't believe it. She was gone, and it was without a doubt his fault. Blinking fast his eyes wandered around the apartment; their apartment. The anger was boiling inside of him. He wasn't mad at her, he was mad at himself. How could it be that he didn't realize this was happening before? Felling the rage curse through his body, his fist slammed in the wall, his knuckles bruising.

He would do as she said. He would pack his things and leave their apartment, but he would never leave her life. As once he promised, the end of the relationship wouldn't drive him away. And in the back of his mind, a little part of him still hoped that everything wasn't lost. That he didn't completly loose her yet.

Across town Angela was preparing herself to join Hodgins in bed for some deserved sleep. Putting on her pajamas, she pulled back the covers and watched while the scientist mumbled something in his sleep. She smiled, intending on having a good night of sleep in his arms. When she was about to lay her head on the pillow a knock on her front door startled her. Getting up to answer that she noticed that Hodgins woke up.

"Who's knocking at this time?" he asked as he watched his girlfriend put on her robe.

"I don't know, I just hope it's not Brennan with a new case," she said as she walked to her door. When she pulled it open she was surprised to see her best friend standing there in her pajamas. "Brennan?"

"Hi, Ange, I'm sorry for the hour, it's just…" she kept her eyes on the ground, trying her best to hide her red puffy eyes, "I didn't know where else to go," and she lifted her head and Angela saw the tears and exhaustion in her friend's face.

"Honey, come in," Angela said as she pulled Brennan into the apartment. When her friend was sat on the couch she saw her boyfriend come into the living room. Motioning for him to leave he nodded in understanding. "Brennan, what happened? I thought you and Booth were going to celebrate your anniversary today".

She didn't answer. She couldn't voice the fact that her relationship was over. Once those words left her mouth, there was no coming back. It would make it real. Slowly Angela approached her friend, entwining her fingers together. That simple motion showed Brennan that Angela was there for as long as she needed her to be. Felling everything overwhelm her, she finally broke down in her tears.

"It's over Ange," she cried when her friend hugged her, stroking her back, trying to calm her down.

"I don't understand, Bren," and indeed she didn't.

"It's over with me and Booth. We broke up".

And she broke apart, piece by piece in front of Angela. She racked her friend in her desperate cries, trying to sooth her until she felt Brennan drift to sleep. Laying her on the couch she picked a blanket in the hall closet and covered the sleeping woman. Kissing her forehead Angela left the living room, going to her bedroom where she found her boyfriend wide awake.

"What happened?" he asked when he noticed the soft tears in her eyes.

"They broke up, Jack. Brennan and Booth broke up". She still couldn't believe it. She knew things were hard with then, but she expected that everything would work out, like it always did.

"How is Brennan holding up?" he asked remembering the look on her face when he saw her.

"She's not. I'm not sure how much she can take," she laid herself on the bed as did Hodgins, and she laid her head on the crook of his neck.

"I guess only time will tell," he said as they both drifted to sleep. And the woman sleeping in their living room knew no rest in the nightmares she had all night.

It took him a week to pack everything he owned and to find a place to stay. A new apartment was rented, and it all began to feel real.

Sunday morning she received a text message from Booth, telling her that everything was out of the way. So she bid Angela goodbye, thanked her for the support and left to her now lonely apartment.

When she opened the door the impact was immediate. His CDs, DVDs, his sports magazines. They were all gone. But she knew the biggest impact would be the bedroom. His clothes were gone, the funny stripped socks, the colorful ties. And the bathroom sink now had more space without his perfumes, his after-shave and his razors.

Feeling the depression creep itself into her heart she just let it go. Watching as the tears of the rain began to fall outside she sat by the window, hugging her knees as she rested her head on it, her eyes unfocused. She shed no tears, she didn't have any. Her eyes were dry, and now her concrete walls took their time rebuilding themselves. She would be herself again, in time she knew she would.

But she also made a vow not to be the ice queen she was before Booth. She would be careful, but she would eventually be happy again. That was a promise she had every intention to keep.

Before you call me crazy, I just want to justify myself and my fic. I always read how Brennan would do everything wrong in a relationship with Booth, but I think he's just as damaged as she is in a way. In the show they always show Brennan reading books and asking Angela's advices on everything just to improve her working relationship with Booth, so I think she would dedicate herself to be a good girlfriend. I'm just showing a possibility, because Booth is not perfect too, and I think we all take things for granted at one point of our lives. Sorry if I offended anyone. Please review and tell me what you think!!! Next chapter by the weekend.