Yay! Another chapter! However, those of you who were expecting a fluffy chapter are going to be disappointed. This is angst all the way, baby. Please review. :)

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Over My Head

Booth shut the door after Brennan entered. He turned and headed for the bedroom, intent on ridding himself of his uncomfortable shoes.

He did not notice Brennan following him until he had sat on the bed and begun to slip his left shoe off.

"Why did you say that?" Her voice was puzzled, with a hint of anger.

He sighed. They had interviewed a suspect earlier, and the creep had tried to make a move on Brennan. He had hauled the guy up by his collar and told him to quit it, in no uncertain terms.

"I said that because the guy was trying to hit on you, Bones. And I wasn't gonna let that happen."

"No, I didn't mean your defence of me, I meant the way you said it."

"How did I say it?" Booth just remembered wanting to pummel the guy.

"You said, 'If you go near her, I'll make you live to regret it for a very long time. No one goes near her. She's mine.' You said I was yours."

"You are mine, Bones."

"No, I'm not!" She put her hands on her hips indignantly.

"You're my girlfriend. Doesn't that make you mine?"

"No, it does not! I'm your girlfriend, but I'm not your possession."

"I didn't say you were my possession, Bones."

She nodded her head. "Yes, you did. You told that suspect not to touch me because I was yours. Implying that I belong to you."

"I didn't mean it like that, Bones. I was just trying to protect you from a probable killer!" He walked to the wardrobe and hung up his suit coat.

"I do not need to be protected, Booth."

He turned around, "Well, I must have imagined all those times I saved your arse, Bones. Kidnappings, death threats, creepy serial killers, gang hits. I surely must have been dreaming when I was running around rescuing you!"

She winced at the memories. "Well, wasn't it your fault I got kidnapped? You left me with Kenton. And I had the creepy serial killer underhand!" She shot him a puzzled look. "And I haven't had a gang order a hit on me."

Booth laughed, a mirthless chuckle that conveyed how very unfunny he found the situation. "Remember Ortiz? Well, he didn't take kindly to being decked by a woman. But once again, I saved you from certain death. With no gratitude, I might add."

"How can I be grateful when I don't even know you're being possessive of me?"

"I was not being possessive of you, Bones! It's called ensuring that you are not killed by crazy killers and gang members, for goodness' sake!"

She looked at him with a strange expression in her eyes. "That's exactly what my dad did, Booth. He killed and mutilated people to save me and my brother." Her voice broke. "I don't want you to turn into him."

She rushed out of the room, Booth hot on her heels. When she reached the hall, picked p her bag and headed for the door, Booth grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Where are you going, Bones?"

"I – I don't know. But I know I can't be here. I – please let me go, Booth."

He let her arm go, a tortured expression on his face. "If you're not back by tomorrow morning, I will turn over every rock on this continent to find you, Bones. Don't you doubt that for a second."

She did not answer. She closed the door behind her. She almost made it to her car before the tears started to flow down her cheeks. She closed the car door and let them run.

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Booth stared at the closed front door, willing her to walk back through it. After two minutes, he wrenched it open and looked to where her car had been parked. But there was nothing but an empty space.

He retreated back inside and paced the living room. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go after her; he didn't know where she was headed.

He didn't want to ring her. The memory of the previous year was suddenly fresh in his mind. No, he definitely was not going to ring her.

He sat on the very edge of the couch, poised to jump up if the phone rang, or if he heard her key in the door.

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She drove along the dark road, headlights illuminating the trees that flashed past. As a particularly large tree approached on her left side, she gasped.

In her mind, clear as day, was the day she had crashed. The day she had lost control because she had been so angry and upset with Booth.

A day like today.

Hyperventilating, she pulled over to the side of the road, gasping for breath. Why had she driven out here? There was nothing out here. Why hadn't she gone to Angela and Hodgin's? Because Angela would tell her to go talk it through with Booth.

Letting out deep choking sobs that contained pieces of her heart, she awkwardly climbed into the back seat and stretched full length along it, where she proceeded to cry herself to sleep.

TBC

Well. That tweaked my heart strings just writing it. It was so hard to come up with this chapter! And it's not done yet, the next one is a continuation of sorts, and will be up soon.

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