A/N: Hey y'all…lol I really don't have a southern accent, I just like to pretend I do… So I went to the Josh Groban concert Friday, and boy was it amazing…wow. You can say that you think he's boring or too opera-y for you, but you can't deny that he has one hell of a voice. He gives me a chill when he sings, I love him. Not to mention he's hilarious, making Monty Python jokes and pixy sticks… Anywho, he kind of inspired me to get my butt in gear, so I wrote this story, not to mention made about 4 music videos… This is a little different, I hope it's not too OOC for Brennan, I really believe that she has a silly side in her, it just takes the right person to get it out.

Mr. Funnybones

"I guess I am the only one sticking to the promise we made in college." Surmised Dr. Temperance Brennan sadly. She was sitting in the cozy bedroom of the small apartment she and Emily had shared when they attended NorthWestern. Brennan couldn't believe that it still looked exactly the same as it had when she left.

"I know, I know… and I am sorry, I'm in love what else can I say?" Emily smiled a dreamy look coming to her face when she thought of her husband-to-be. She turned to face her good friend, pulling her leg under her and clutching the flower-shaped pillow to her belly as she did so. "Someday it will happen to you too." She nudged her friend causing her to fall back on the soft pink bedspread. She took the place beside her and stared up at the stars she and Tempe had put there in their 3rd year. Tempe had insisted that they make constellations with them even though Emily had planned on just throwing them up there. She chuckled softly at the memory, Tempe was so meticulous but she loved her.

"Love isn't rational, and it's not for me…" Brennan stated coldly in the monotone voice she reserved for examining bones. When she first met Emily they had clicked instantly, both trying to escape horrible pasts. Emily had lost both her parents and her little sister in a devastating car crash, they were heading home from a benefit, she was just 13. Emily had the flu; she had been forced to stay home with the housekeeper Diane, and she has blamed herself ever since. There was difference between her and Brennan though, her parents were rich, and they had made sure she was always taken care of. "I am happy for you though." She reassured Emily, taking her hand. Lying on the bed with her, Brennan was reminded of their college days. "How is the play going?" She asked suddenly.

"Fantastic. It should be opening right on time." Emily smiled. She sat up drawing her legs under her in Indian style. Her long dark hair was up in a bun; she was wearing long Tinker Bell pajama pants and a lavender camisole over her lithe frame. Her best feature was her eyes, large, dark brown, and inquiring. "Look at us." She laughed. "You, a world renowned forensic anthropologist and me, starring as Christine in Phantom of the Opera."

"We both got what we always wanted." Tempe sat up mimicking her friend. Emily had gone to the NorthWestern School of Music and had always dreamed of starring in a Broadway musical.

"And yet here we are, sitting on a bright pink bedspread of our tiny college dorm room eating Spaghetti O's." Emily giggled, gesturing to the two empty bowls sitting on the nightstand. Brennan looked around the room her eyes falling on the life-size model of a human skeleton next to her bed. In a fit of laughter one night, Emily had dutifully named him Mr. Funnybones and that had been his name ever since.

"I can't believe you kept him." She said gesturing toward the skeleton. She looked around the rest of the room. "I can't believe you kept any of this."

"For a long time this represented the best chapter of my life, why would I change anything?" Emily said turning serious, but as soon as it had gone her smile reappeared. "Anyway I haven't been spending much time here lately." She wiggled her eyebrows and Brennan let out a small laugh. "I just couldn't bring myself to get rid of it… Besides it's a nice place to stay when you come to visit, however often that occurs." She jested jabbing Brennan playfully in the ribs.

"You know I'm busy, I have work and you know how important my work is to me." Brennan explained.

"Yes I do, but I also know how important your work is to everyone else." She took her friends hand. "Tempe you give people justice, you put killers away. I know its not easy for you…" she started staring Brennan right in the eye.

"What… no, I love my job." Brennan assured her.

"I know you do, but I also know that it takes its toll on you. Tempe, don't think for a moment that I don't see right through that mask you wear. I was there when you first began constructing it, remember?" she didn't wait for an answer. "I just want you to know, that I think what you do is very brave and I am proud of you." she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"I don't do it alone you know." Brennan said quietly, she moved so she was sitting next to her friend.

"Ah, yes… The mysterious partner." She linked arms with Brennan. "You still haven't told me much about him, which means there is much to tell." Emily stated.

"No there's nothing, Booth and I we're partners, we work together." Brennan stated matter-of-factly.

"Alright, I play along… Will I get to meet this Booth?" she asked.

"Eventually, maybe." Brennan shrugged.

"I just got the most amazing idea. You should bring him to the wedding!" Emily exclaimed, suddenly excited she jumped up from her seat.

"No, no, no, just wait a minute." Brennan commanded. "I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, some tool from the FBI who you just started dating and is mysteriously going to be out of town the day of the wedding." Emily raised her eyebrows. "Also you said he was your partners friend, so I don't think he'd mind if you took 'Booth'" she said the last word with air quotes.

"I can't… Booth and me at your wedding, together… no" she said tilting her chin hoping to look defiant.

"Come on Tempe. I mean how would it look, my number one bridesmaid showing up at the wedding without a date?" Emily joked. She had come up with that title for Tempe because she didn't want a maid of honor. It just wouldn't be right, as close of a friend as Tempe was, she couldn't just picture anyone other than her sister having that title. A tear almost came to her eye, when she thought of how she and Amber would stay up until the middle of the night planning their weddings, picking out color schemes. In those fantasies Amber had always been the maid of honor. After the accident Emily had to rebuild herself, alone from bottom to top. She learned not to trust people and it was then she had decided she would never get married. Now, here she is getting married tomorrow and she wished that somehow Amber would be there with her next week. "Just consider it okay?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Alright I'll ask him, but that doesn't guarantee he will say yes." Brennan conceded and Emily jumped up and down.

"If he doesn't, then you're not asking him right." Emily said with an eyebrow raise.

"Emily!" Brennan yelled scooping a pillow from the bed and tossing it at her, Emily just laughed and threw it back. Brennan ducked and it flew right into Mr. Funnybones. Temperance found herself laughing like she hadn't in years. Emily had a way of bring out that side of her. "You still never told me why you kept him."

"EMILY WOULD NEVER GET RID OF ME!!!" Emily bellowed in the deep rumbly voice she used to use when she made Mr. Funnybones talk.

"Emily stop, you know I hate that." She said trying to stifle her laughter.

"HEY LADY, WHAT DO YOU CALL A STUPID SKELETON?" Emily continued, Brennan decided to play along.

"I don't know what?"

"A BONE HEAD, GET IT, A BONE HEAD." By this time Emily had made her way to stand right next to the skeleton, she opened and closed the jaw as she made it laugh. "THAT ONE KILLS ME." She said as she lifted the skeleton's hand to its face. It began to laugh again "KILLS ME, HE HE HO HO, I'M ALREADY DEAD!" by this time both Brennan and Emily were practically rolling on the floor.

-BB-

An hour later, Brennan found herself lying on the twin bed in the room that used to be hers. She fingered the soft plain white sheets and the navy blue comforter. She glanced over at Emily, who was completely zonked out. The furry comforter of her bed in a ball, revealing the rainbow tie-dye sheets she was strewn across. She heard a slight moan and rustling, and slowly Emily rose and massaged her eyes.

"Tempe, are you up?" she called quietly.

"Yeah." She answered, sitting up and pulling the sheets tight around her.

"I realized that in all the catching up, we forgot completely about Josh and my impending marriage." She said grabbing her black rimmed glasses off the table by her bed. She took out her contacts before she fell asleep.

Brennan sighed; she had purposefully avoided the subject. "What about it?" She said nonchalantly.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked immediately regretting it. "Save me the speech about marriage being an archaic institution and not natural, please?" Emily added.

"Honestly?" Brennan asked uncertainly.

"Absolutely, no secrets." Emily defined.

"Well I am a little confused, I mean all this time I thought we had the same views… and then you go and get engaged. What happened to all those talks we had in college, about men just being recreational and our need for independence?" Brennan voiced the concerns she had been hiding all night.

"I don't know, Tempe, honestly I didn't plan this… it just kind of happened. I mean when I first got involved with Josh I just thought it was going to be… well you know Josh." Emily said referring to her fiancée; he had been an old friend that they had met in their first year. He was a notorious player and known for seeing many different women.

"Yes I do." Brennan laughed her expression quickly morphing to confusion. "But that just makes it all the more confusing."

"I know, I am not really even sure myself." Emily took a breath to prepare herself for the long story. "Well, I hadn't seen him since we graduated, and then one day we bumped into each other at an audition. That was about a year ago. We had a steamy fling at his place downtown, but he had an audition in Memphis the next morning so when I woke up alone I wasn't surprised. I gathered up my things and walked out the door, just as I was leaving his building; he called me on his cell phone. He told me that he just couldn't stop thinking about me and that I should go home and pack my stuff there was a train ticket waiting for me at the station." Emily paused. "I thought about it for about a millisecond and then ran home to pack."

"Just like that?" Brennan asked.

"Well you know me, spur of the moment, a true actress." She laughed. "Things kind of took off from there. Then two months ago I found out I was pregnant." The shocked look on her friend's face told her that she had forgot to mention that little detail. "Oh, did I forget to mention it."

"You're… you're pregnant." Brennan stammered, married and pregnant, those are the two things she and Emily had always said would never happen to them. "I don't understand I thought you didn't want children, and what about the play?" Brennan asked bewildered, she must have looked like a deer in headlights because Emily chuckled a little and then became serious.

"I didn't want children, we most definitely didn't plan this. You know my views on abortion so I had no other choice but to keep it. And the play, my director is being very kind about it, its only a three moth long run and I won't be showing very much then." Emily told her as she carefully lifted herself off the bed with the grace of a dancer. She perched herself on the edge of Brennan's bed. Brennan wanted to say something supportive but she couldn't think of anything that wouldn't be a lie, Emily had set the rules, no secrets. Instead of waiting for a reply Emily continued. "When I told Josh, I expected him to leave me, and I would have to raise our child alone. So you can imagine it came as a huge surprise when he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, right then and there."

"What did you say?" Brennan asked deciding facts were better than opinions. Emily motioned for her to move over, she did, and Emily took the place on the bed beside her.

"I was so confused, Tempe what would you do?" Emily sighed.

"I don't know, I've never been in that situation." Brennan said honestly, causing Emily to chuckle.

"Well, I of course freaked out. I had a little rant, yelling about how I never wanted this, pacing around the apartment. When I was finished I looked to where he was standing expecting him to be gone. He was still standing there, Tempe, can you imagine, he even had a small half-smile half-smirk on his face." Brennan couldn't help it when her thoughts traveled to Booth, and how sometimes he found enjoyment when she was yelling at him. "You know what he told me… He said 'Emily I love you and I want to marry you, I know things won't be easy, they might even be hard at times. But I promise, we'll get through them, you and me… together.' And you know the crazy part?" she asked turning her head and propping herself up on one elbow so she could look at Brennan. "I believed him." She smiled answering her own question.

"That's illogical, with the divorce rate being what it is, and the number of children put up for adoption…" Brennan stopped herself. "He can't promise something like that, there is no way of knowing things are going to work out for the better."

"Tempe sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith." Emily let out, desperately trying to get her friend to understand.

"A leap of faith?" Questioned Brennan, Emily had never been a religious person; it was another thing they had in common.

"No, you know I don't believe in that, it's just an expression…" At her friends confused look Emily continued. "I just meant trusting someone with everything. Do you know what that feels like Tempe? To trust someone with every fiber of your being, to trust them with your life?" Emily mused, images of Josh running through her mind, what she didn't know was that at that moment Brennan was thinking of Booth. All the times he's saved her or just been there for her, did she trust him? Yes. With her life? Yes.

"Yes" she murmured quietly.

"I let that go for now, because I'm tired, but expect vigorous…" Emily attempted to stifle a yawn. "Questioning in the morning." Suddenly the thought of going back to her own bed made her body weak with tiredness. "Do you mind I sleep here?" she asked already taking off her glasses and setting them on the nightstand.

"Of course not." Brennan said making room, the bed was tiny but they'd done it before. They lay there in silence and just as Emily was about to fall asleep, Brennan said. "Emily, I'll admit this is hard for me, I am trying to be supportive but I just don't know what to say."

"Well, that's a start." Emily yawned. "You're a good friend, Tempe" Emily felt the restlessness that came from sleeping to long on one side so she flipped over, her back to her friend.

"So are you Emily." Brennan said before she lay her head back on the pillow, sleep crept upon her like a lion upon its prey. Soon it had completely devoured her and she slept like a rock.

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A/N: Well guys what did you think, eh? To be honest I am torn, split right down the middle, at a crossroads so to speak, part of me being pulled in one direction and the other part yanked in another, I feel as though I am on a river that branches two ways, like Pocahontas … I think you get the picture, what exactly is causing me this distress? Good question, well when I had started this piece I had all intentions of making it very very angsty. Hard to believe from this first chapter right? It's true though I was, and I had the story all planned out. This chapter kind of had a life of it's own and now I am kind of leaning towards a less angsty and a bit fluffier piece… I don't know.

So that's why I am asking you, dear reader, to tell me what YOU think. Please tell me; don't leave me to make the decision on my own, in fact I believe I am incapable of doing so.

PS. If you like Emily's character, I wouldn't go with the super angsty version, just a warning.

Katie