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Author's Note: I'm really sorry for not posting such a long time. I could give you a thousand causes but I will spare you this. Hopefully I haven't lost all my readers during my absence and your encouragement will keep me writing the next parts of this story.

The next season of Bones will help, too...

But now: Meet Booth and Bones in Chaper Eleven: Confrontation!

---Chapter Eleven: Confrontation---

Angela had thought it would be hard to drag Booth into Brennan's room. She'd been quite annoyed to hear that he had left the night before, that he had walked out on Brennan in some way. Thus she had worked herself into a no-nonsense state of mind and was determined to bring him into the hospital - By force if there was no other way. She'd even thought how she could beat him so he had to come visit a doctor.

And then it was very easy.

"Booth", he'd answered his mobile.

"Angela here. Booth, can you meet with me?"

"Has something happened to Brennan? Is she alright?" He sounded desperately and caring.

"That's why I want to talk with you."

"Where are you? I was planing to step by at the hospital during lunch break, but we can meet there if you want."

"The hospital sound good. In an hour, then?"

"Sure. See you." She was confused. No resistance? That meant no dragging him into Brennan's room at his tie. That's a pity.

It was barely one hour later when Booth set step into the hospital. His face was shaved clean, his clothes tidy but his eyes showed the long night he'd had.

Booth was en route to Brennan's room, but Angela had waited around the corner for this moment and slid into his path.

"Angela!" Surprise showed in his voice.

Their eyes met, neither too happy about the expression the other was showing. "First I have to talk to you."

"Waiting area or cafeteria?" With his decision to talk with Bones this morning, discussion with protective Angela was included. He could think of no need why he should upset his only possible ally.

"Cafeteria."

Seated and with cups of coffee in front of them, they watched each other.

"You ran." Angela stated dry, calm and to the point.

"You would have, too." Sometimes attack is the best way of defense.

"Surely not. She's my friend and if you care about your friends, you don't let them down."

His eyes narrowed. "You think I'm a bad friend? Perhaps I should phone Sully and you talk to him instead of me. He's the bad boy!"

"Ha!" Angela laughed, but there was no fun in her voice. "Well concluded, FBI hero. But you're wrong. And if you had talked instead of run, you'd know this."

Booth blinked. "Now you've lost me. You mean, Bones is pregnant, but Sully's not the father? Who is it then?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Brennan hadn't had time to calculate it, but she thinks it isn't Sully's."

Booth slid his chair back. "That's a story she should tell me herself."

Angela's expression was softer now. "Don't make it too hard for her, please?"

He nodded.

Up on the third floor Brennan was lost in her thoughts when the door opened. Brown eyes glanced around the corner and drank in the woman in the hospital bed. Carefully as not to disturb her, he came in and closed the door again.

"Hello Bones." Chary voice, not wanting to startle her.

But he did. Brennan winced, clearly being thrown out of her thoughts. Refocusing her eyes on the person at the door, she blinked a few times and then spoke. "Oh, it's you."

"May I come in?"

"Looks like you're already inside the room. But yes, you may."

Booth made his way to the chair next to her bed. His eyes studied her appearance, noticing the braid she couldn't have done alone. But even without those cosmetic touches she looked a lot better today than the last time he'd seen her.

"How do you feel?"

Opening her mouth to answer Brennan hesitated. How did she feel? Her hand was itching, but that was the only physical discomfort she could detect. Emotionally she was less steady.

"Fine, my hand is only itchy and sore. But I can move my fingertips now without hurting too much."

He smiled. "Sounds great. Angela told me you want to tell me something?"

She froze. Was that the deal she'd made with Ange? And how should she tell him? He already knew!

Booth didn't think about it. Distress was radiating from the woman before him and every nerve in his body screamed that he should comfort her. He took her good hand with both of his, caressing the palm with his thumb.

"Shh, it's okay. Take your time."

Brennan let her hand stay between his larger ones. Somehow his gesture relaxed her, gave her the feeling that she could tell him safely.

"Booth," deep breath. "I'mpregnantandIdon'tknowthefather."

"Shh, girl." His eyes searched for hers, holding her. "I'm here. And I won't run away again."

She tried again. "I. Am. Pregnant. There's a child growing inside me."

"Are you afraid? Because I would be."

Stunned she looked in his eyes. "You would be afraid? You, Booth?"

"Sure, that's a major change, it's only normal to be afraid."

"Thank you." Small voice. Once again her eyes started to swim in tears.

Booth handed her a few tissues and she dabbed them at her eyes. "Why have you not told me before?"

"Why did you ran?" She answered with a question of her own.

He sighed. "Well, imagine that nurse telling me 'go, cheer your wife up. She and the baby will be okay.' That's enough to make every man run."

"She did?" Brennan sat up straight. "How dare she!"

"'s okay now, I'm back. And why didn't you tell me yourself?"

"There was no chance. Tuesday I wasn't sure and yesterday you didn't visit me."

"Oh." He hadn't thought about this. She hadn't tried to keep this a secret but there had been no chance to tell him. He was a stupid guy, questioning her motives. "I'm sorry."

"'s okay."

He considered his next question. If they found the father, there would be another man in her life, one with a claim on her. But he had to help her, that's what friends are for or not? "Shall I help you find the father?"

"You would, Booth? But no, thanks. As soon as I have my medical files I'll have a chance to know."

"I don't think I want to know how you do this. But if you need help, I'm willing to give."

"Thank you." The smile on her face was enough for him to know not only why he'd come back but why he was willing to help her, too.

Booth had a few more questions nagging in his brain, but should he really disturb her more relaxed state with them? But there was no better time than now, was there?

"So what are you going to do?"

Confusion showed in her eyes. "With the situation." He hesitated a bit. "With the child. Are you going to..."

"Give it away? Get rid of it? Is that what you think I will do?" Her voice sounded sharp.

Booth had at least the decency to look ashamed. Avoiding her eyes, he nodded. "I was thinking along those lines, yes."

"How dare you!" She wasn't in the condition to slap him, but her voice and posture clearly showed that he should feel like being slapped.

"Hey, cool down! I was asking a question. And you have made it clear before that you don't want to have children."

"I could never put a child in the foster care system." Agitation hardened her voice. Her own experiences with the system had been bad enough and he should know it.

"You will have an abortion, then?"

"No."

Silence.

Booth was completely confused now. "But you told me and everyone else that you don't want to have children. And now you do want this one?"

Again there was a pause. Then Brennan spoke again. "That's the 'choice' part in 'pro-choice', you know?"

Silence settled in the room. Her hand was back between his larger ones and they both relaxed. Booth still had problems to understand their recent conversation but he was not willing to push her farther.

Finally it was Angela who broke the silence. Large smile plastered on her face, she came inside.

"Everything alright?"

Two heads moved to face her, both of them nodding.

"Great! Sweety, you look like you'll fall asleep any minute. Rest a bit and I'll bring him back tonight." She gestured at Booth to come with her.

Reluctantly their hands parted. Booth stood and ran his hand along her cheek. She was melting into his caress, closing her eyes. Carefully he kissed her brow, before murmuring a soft "Sleep well."

Somehow she would have liked to watch Angela's face, but to do this she would have to open her eyes. And opening them would mean to loose the feeling Booth's caress had given her. Brennan kept her eyes closed and drifted off to sleep, only wondering a little bit what that gesture had meant.

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