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This chapter is dedicated to Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson because they passed on too soon. May they rest in peace.
Chapter Eight
Temperance pressured the wound on her leg, trying to keep the blood from pouring out. Booth looked at her anxiously.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again.
"I'm fine, its Jezebel I'm worried about, it could be some sort of personality disorder," Brennan said simply.
"Bones, you can't make a diagnosis, you're seventeen," Seeley said, laughing, "You don't have any training."
"Maybe she has ASPD, Anti-Social Personality Disorder," Temperance suggested.
"Bones, you need to stay out of this, ok? Don't approach her; promise me you'll back off." Bones winced and shrugged.
"I don't know, Seeley, I want to help."
"Bones. Promise me."
"Ok, fine, I promise, I won't approach her," Temperance agreed. The pair pulled up at the apartment building.
"Peter is home, his car is here," Seeley observed. Temperance got out of the car first, and headed into the apartment, slightly limping. Marissa greeted her enthusiastically.
"Hi, Marissa, what are you doing here?" Temperance asked, looking around at the luggage.
"I'm moving in with Peter," she said, smiling ear to ear. Brennan smiled back; going to the kitchen to find a bandage for her leg.
"I'm happy for you two. Are you getting married?" Temperance asked innocently. Marissa tucked a dark curl behind her ear.
"No," the woman admitted, putting her bags in Peter's room.
"Are you going to?" Brennan persisted.
"Maybe, I want to get married and have kids and all that. I'm in love with Peter, but I want to wait until Peter gets a steady job and grows up a little, you know? We're in our early twenties," Marissa said, confiding in Brennan.
"Yeah, that makes sense." Marissa noticed Temperance's leg.
"Oh my gosh, what happened? Are you okay?" The sympathetic woman looked worriedly at Brennan.
"I just cut myself by accident, nothing to be concerned about. Here comes Seeley," Temperance said, changing the subject as the sturdy young man came through the door.
"Hey, Bones, did you fix up your cut?" Booth asked, undoing his tie. Brennan nodded and headed into Booth's bedroom.
"Goodnight, tell Peter goodnight too, when you see him," Temperance told them, and shut the door.
"When are you going to tell her?" Marissa asked Booth. He sighed and sat down on the couch, ruffling his hair.
"I can't tell her, Mar. She trusts me and everything, I don't want to lose the bond between us," he admitted.
"You can't just put it off, Seeley, you have to tell her soon or I will."
"Ok, I'll take her out to lunch tomorrow and then I'll tell her," he agreed, satisfying the family-oriented Marissa. Peter came through the front door, carrying boxes from Marissa's apartment. He kissed Marissa on the cheek and set her things down.
"Hey kid, how was the prom?" Peter asked. Seeley shrugged.
"It was good, Tempe already went to bed." Peter nodded and said goodnight. The lights dimmed, and Seeley was by himself on the living room couch, his hand over his face, confused. But another strange feeling controlled him.
He was terrified.
TBC…what is Seeley going to tell Bones? Review and guess! Sorry for the late update!