A/N It's short, I know but the next one is longer:-)

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

Pregnant.

The word kept repeating in her head over and over again until she wanted to scream.

Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.

They say if you repeat a random word as often as possible it looses its meaning and starts to sound ridiculous after some time.

It was a beautiful late summer afternoon when Temperance Brennan discovered that they were right.

She was supposed to be happy, right? She should be happy for her friend.

So why did she feel the ice creeping back into her heart, the ice that had over the last years slowly started to melt while working here.

She watched through the glass walls of her office as Angela embraced her husband who had a stupid grin on his face at least that was how Booth would describe it. Hodgins bent down and whispered something in Angela's ear making her giggle and Brennan could see the joy in both her friends which only made her feel even guiltier for feeling that horrible dredge in the pit of her stomach.

The feeling didn't pass even when the happy couple long since had disappeared from her view she still sat almost frozen at her desk, lost in memories she would have preferred to never revisit again.

While Brennan was lost in her past Angela stood in front of her newest piece of art. After telling her best friend the happy news she and Hodgins had a brief chat and then they'd gone to finish the rest of the day. And somehow she had ended up painting this 'thing'.

She was never one to underestimate her own work, she new she had talent but the result of her working rush this afternoon puzzled her.

While it radiated a certain intensity it felt wrong somehow. It should reflect the happiness she was feeling in bright cheerful colours.

Instead it was…sad.

Yeah, that was exactly how she would describe it, sad.

And she couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with Brennan's reaction to her news that afternoon.

The artist had gone to her friend's office in a quiet moment to announce her pregnancy almost giddy with the hormones and caught the anthropologist deep in thought over a report.

"Brennan, can I talk to you for a moment?" she'd asked grinning.

"Sure Angela." Her friend had looked up then and smiled at her. Apprehensively Angela had stepped into the room and closed the door while nervously wringing her hands. She hadn't been sure how to start the conversation if she was honest. Even though she knew that Brennan herself didn't want children she was sure her friend would be happy for her so she'd just blurted it out.

"I'm pregnant."

Brennan just stared at her and blinked once her face showing confusion.

"I'm sorry, did you just say you where pregnant?"

Angela had just nodded and held her breath. Needless to say she had been rather surprised when her friend stood up, rushed over to her and embraced her in an almost bone crushing hug. After a moment of surprise she'd hugged her friend back and she could have sworn she heard a suppressed sniffle when her friend whispered to her that she was happy for her. After she'd left Brennan's office again she couldn't shake the feeling that something about the whole scene had been slightly off.

So maybe the depressing colours in front of her didn't reflect her own feelings but her friend's.

Over the next few days Brennan's behaviour grew even more puzzling. One moment she was the woman they all knew and loved the next moment she was cold and distant.

Angela had told Booth the happy news the same day she'd told Brennan and he too had caught her in a bone-crushing hug but unless Brennan's this one was filled with the apparent joy the agent felt.

It was Booth who first noticed that Brennan seemed to be uncomfortable in Angela's vicinity and he first noticed the strange her behaviour put on her relationship with everyone else and especially Jack Hodgins.

Booth knew Brennan didn't want children and sometimes questioned the rightness of bringing children in a world like this but he'd thought she could put aside her opinion and at least be happy for her friend.

And then he noticed the changes in his partner's appearance. She'd become thinner over the last few days and paler if that was even possible. The evening they'd gone to Wong Foo's to catch dinner she'd barely even touched hers and Sid had thrown him a concerned look when she wasn't watching.

So today, approximately four days after Angela had announced her pregnancy to her friends and colleagues, Booth found himself leaving work early. He'd planned the next hours meticulously figuring the best way to approach his partner was to treat this the same way he would plan a battle strategy with the exception that Brennan's defences where much stronger than those most enemy's had ever thrown his way.

A quick visit at Angela and Hodgins to ask if they knew anything useful had only brought a few well wishes and Angela's plead to find out what was wrong with their friend.

Now he was standing in front of her door balancing Chinese takeout he'd gotten for free after he'd told Sid about his intentions for the evening and waited for his partner to open the door and let him in.

The sight that greeted him when the door finally opened was certainly not the one he'd expected.

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