A/N thanks to Daisybelle and dr. tempe bones for the reviews and thanks to everybody who read and those who added the story to their alerts. Here is the next chapter and it's very sad. But it will get better:-) Now enjoy!

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

„Leukaemia?" she asked, not really believing her own voice at the moment. It couldn't be, could it? The Doctors sympathetic voice faded into the background and his face blurred before her eyes as she fought with the tears. Her little baby girl slept peacefully on the examination bed not at all disturbed by the terrible diagnose her paediatrician had just revealed.

It wasn't supposed to be like this or was it? Her daughter should be able to live a peaceful life without the impending threat of death and a horrible chemotherapy in her imminent future.

It had all happened so fast, one moment they were happily celebrating Emily's second birthday the next moment the little girl had been diagnosed with one of the probably worst deceases existing. Soon enough Emily was transferred to another doctor, an oncologist who was supposed to be one of the best and they started treatment immediately.

The next weeks and months Brennan and her daughter spent almost every minute with each other. She took a semester off and dedicated every waking hour to her little girl who grew sicker with every passing day and during that time old insecurities started to resurface.

People she loved left, either by choice or some horrible twist of fate. And every time she scolded herself for those thoughts because fate didn't exist, she'd always believed that she had to find her own way. There was no higher authority that decided whether people lived or died. And for the first time in her life, Temperance Brennan wished she could believe. Wished she could believe in a God that loved and held their lives in his hand. She wanted to believe that he wouldn't let her daughter die, that he had some grand plan she just couldn't recognize yet.

And sometimes she wished for someone she could put the blame upon. Because if there was a God, how could he let that happen?

How could he put an innocent child through something like this? But logic and science dictated her life and despite everything life threw at her she found her believes still as strong as ever so there was nobody to blame but science that now seemed to fail in saving her daughter's life.

One day, it had been an particular gruesome one for both of them, Brennan found herself in the hospital chapel staring at the pictures of the saints that had never really meant anything to her, frozen faces in stained glass.

In retrospective it would become one of those moments that make you change your life, you find everything around you slowing down to a point where time seems to stand still and suddenly you view your life with the accuracy of a hawk spotting his prey.

Your life under a magnifying glass.

She was alone.

It was such a simple realization and yet it was the most horrible thought that flew through her mind.

While she had various acquaintances and colleagues there was nobody to lean on, nobody who would listen when she needed to talk. Emily was the one needing her strength, her parents where gone and her brother might as well have been. Her grandfather had died about a year after her daughter's birth.

So essentially she was alone.

And suddenly that hurt. She had never really cared for other people since her parent's disappearance, the walls she had put up too high to overcome for most people. But now she found herself regretting never having made the effort to befriend other people because if she had she wouldn't be alone now.

But it was too late for those regrets by then, Emily needed her and she couldn't afford being sidetracked by her own insecurities so she repressed these thoughts and returned to her daughter's room.

Six months passed and Emily didn't get better. Her professor reminded her that soon enough she would have to decide whether to take off another semester or not but that decision was taken from her in a cold November night.

Emily died.

Later she would remember falling asleep in the chair next to the hospital bed, with a textbook about human anatomy threatening to fall to the ground. The light falling through the curtains woke her the next morning and despite the stiffness in her neck the first thing she noticed upon opening her eyes was the complete and utter silence in the room.

And then she knew.

It was over.

Her baby girl had died; quietly at night and in her sleep.

From that time on until after the memory service things seemed to pass in a haze. She could barely recall calling in the nurses and speaking to Emily's doctor. One of the nurses she had come to know fairly well over the months helped her arrange the funeral and she would be eternal grateful to the woman.

On the day the little girl was buried it had started to snow so the whole graveyard was encased in a frosted white blanket. The temperature had fallen the night before and now matched the icy feeling in Brennan's heart.

And standing there while the earth fell onto the small white coffin she wanted to scream.

She wanted to scream that her daughter wasn't supposed to lie in that cold grave. She wanted to tell them to stop because nobody should be buried so deep and then be forgotten over time but she stayed silent.

Because who would have listened?

Because now she truly was alone.

And the few walls that had slowly began to crumble since Emily's entrance in this world where up again and they where mightier than ever.

The wind whispered a gentle lullaby while more and more earth covered the shiny white surface.

And Temperance Brennan cried.

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