Sorry for making you guys wait so long! I know I kinda dropped off the face of the earth for a few weeks, and I apologize. At first I was just being lazy, but then I actually couldn't write for a while, but I'm back now! So don't go anywhere!

Chapter 16

The sense of falling was what woke Brennan from her deep slumber. She opened her eyes as her body lurched upright, clutching her blanket tightly in her fists. The room was dim, too dark for her liking. She leaned to her left, turning the knob on the lamp quickly, making the room bright with light. She stared at the window, noticing the orange glow that came from outside, indicating dawn was on its way. Brennan looked at the bedside clock, she usually got up for work at this time. She wanted to go, but she knew she shouldn't.

She swung her legs out to the side of the bed, placing her feet flat along the surface of the hardwood floor. She stood up, ignoring the dull pain that appeared in her back, and looked around the room.

She was in Booth's bedroom. And even though she knew it was fairly toasty in his room, she felt chilly as she walked towards the mirror. She looked at her reflection, her hair was still somewhat darker than she remembered, and her eyes had not regained their full blue shine. She gave herself a disapproving look, then went back and sat on the bed, her back resting against the head board.

Booth had offered her to sleep in his bead last night, he knew she would appreciate it. And boy, she did. She hadn't slept so well ever since she had been attacked, and it felt good to be well rested. She was stilll tired, but for some reason, she didn't feel like sleeping. She had too much on her mind. She looked to her right, but only to see bare sheets.

Booth was on the couch, where he should be.

Brennan ran their kiss over and over again in her mind. She knew Booth cared for her, but she was almost one hundred percent sure he didn't have feelings fr her. And she had none for him either. It had just been a mix of emotions and hormones that had caused their kiss, nothing more.

Or at least that's what she told herself.

But she couldn't help but admit that she had enjoyed it. It had been just like what she remembered about Booth's kisses, sweet. Yet she had hated it at the same time. She was unsure of how to feel about it, on one hand she loved it, on the other, it scared her. Booth usually wasn't the type to rush those things, he was more of an 'I want to make it count' man, doing everything for a reason.

Last night, after she had stopped crying, Brennan had called Angela, telling her she wasn't up for a night out. But in reality, she just didn't want Angela to figure out what had happened. Her and Booth had kind of avoided the subject of the kiss, making it one of those elephants in the room. They pretty much didn't talk the whole night, until Booth offered up his bed to her. Brennan was grateful for his offer, and she went straight to bed.

She wished she could just, go back and stop it from happening. It shouldn't have happened, and now she was afraid to go outside his bedroom, in fear of confronting the conversation she was trying to avoid.

She placed her hand over her mouth as the feeling of nausea crept up her throat. This must have been the morning sickness that she had heard so much about. She didn't feel quite like throwing up, but it was enough to make her uneasy. She stood up, feeling dizzy, and walked towards the door or the bedroom. She slowly turned the knob, hoping not to make too much noise.

Once the door was open, she was surprised to see Booth sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, watching the morning news.

"Hey Bones, how'd ya sleep?" He said, looking up from the TV.

Brennan opened her mouth to respond, but was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea. She quickly walked towards the hallway which led to the bathroom, ignoring Booth. Once she got there, she grabbed the door frame, and held onto it, leaning against it for support. She felt a hand cup her shoulder, holding her steady.

"You alright?" She heard Booth say from behind her.

Brennan nodded, closing her eyes as she regained control. "Yeah... I think I'm okay," She said, using her hands to push herself from the door frame.

"Want some water or something?"

"Yes," Brennan said, frustrated with herself. She sighed as Booth led her to the kitchen, his hand placed on the small of her back. She usually wasn't so crabby, she disliked pregnancy. It caused many emotional inconsistencies. She hated not being able to control her feelings, and the bloated belly she was getting, along with the nausea. Was it wrong that she hated the feeling so much?

She still remembered her horrific dream, where she was like her mother. The one who had abandoned her own child.

She knew she would never be able to do that.

But she wished she had the guts to.

She sat down on Booth's couch, rubbing her eyes with her hands as he got her a glass of water. She thanked him quietly when he handed it to her, taking a small sip before he sat down next to her.

"Maybe you should stay home today," She heard Booth mumble from her side.

"I was planning to, actually," She said, sipping the water.

Brennan just sat on the couch as Booth explained how he really needed to go to work, and couldn't take anymore days off to be with her. She just nodded, and said her goodbyes as he stepped out the door.

Brennan went through with her regular morning routine, showering, brushing her teeth and getting dressed. She made herself breakfast, or actually just ate a granola bar.

As she was looking out of the apartment's window, she debated whether or not to actually head into work. If she did, she would probably just end up wanting to come back.

But she had made her mind up, she stepped outside, locking the door behind her, and heading down to the street. She hailed a cab, and got a ride to her apartment. Although she felt uneasy being there alone, the daytime seemed like the best time to go if she was going to. Once she got there, she found her car, and hopped inside. She put the keys in the ignition, and began to drive. She had to admit, she had missed her car. It felt very familiar, and comforting.

It felt nice to be out on her own, although Booth would probably throw a fit if he knew she was unsupervised. She did feel slightly unsafe without him by her side, but it was also refreshing.

She could feel her hands trembling as she gripped the steering wheel, she knew this was not the time to be nervous, but she couldn't help herself. Since when did Temperance Brennan get nervous about anything? Never, that's when.

She slowly pulled into the parking lot, and found a parking spot. She looked out her window, but she wasn't looking at the inside of the Jeffersonian parking garage. She was looking at an abortion clinic.

She turned the car off, and slowly pulled the keys out of the ignition. Was she stalling? No. Yes. No?

She knew that there was nothing to worry about, that woman across the world did it everyday, and nothing happened to them. But it wasn't herself she was worried about. She just couldn't get the image of her parent out of her head. She had hated them for years because of what they had done. How could she do the same thing to her child?

She rested her head against the steering wheel, and let her tears fall into her lap.

How had she ended up like her mother?

I know it was short, but it's better than nothing right?