I know it's been a while, but I got sick and the block was huge. It took me forever to get this one done, but since it's also my biggest so far, I feel like I have a good reason.

Now, how many disclaimers does one need? Well, here's mine. I don't own Bones.

Very few people would know how to answer that question in that situation. Brennan wasn't even in the group of people who knew how to give condolences.

"N... no. I... I was..."

"Okay, Bones, why don't you just, huh, change? If you don't wanna talk about it, hey, my lips are sealed." Booth tried to keep a light tone, but she could see he would press her later. "No one will know. And you," he turned to Zack all of the sudden, like he just realized he was there "You will also keep your mouth shut, 'kay?"

"Okay." Zack had the confused face again. After he left the room, Booth turned to Brennan

"Bones? What's the deal?"

She never felt so helpless in her life. She was facing the unknown. Actually, it was worse than the unknown. She knew what was going on. Somehow, she was jumping from time to time. What she didn't know, however, was the bit that worried her. Brennan had no idea what to do. She didn't know what was making that happen, how that was possible, and the worst, what was going to happen to their own time. They were changing the past. What if computers were never invented because of that little trip? How many things would be different when they got back? If they got back.

"I..." She searched her mind for something, and luckily found one; about a week before this, Booth told her a silly story of the time he was in college.

"Okay Bones, so, I was there, right? All my tests were over, I had a good feeling about my grades, I wanted to have some fun."

They were in the dinner. It was lunch time. However, they seemed to be talking more than eating. Not that it was bad. It felt nice. Sure, the food was getting cold, but none of them thought of that as a major problem.

"So you crashed the party?"

"That's right. I crashed a frat party. Cliché, huh? Anyway, I met this girl, she was in one of my classes. We talked a bit and went for a walk."

"Oh, is 'walk' an euphemism for coitus?" Booth gave her a very weird look

"No. It's not an euphemism, 'walk' is 'walk'."

"Well, for what I heard about those 'frat parties', they usually involve a lot of sexual activity."

"But I wasn't a frat guy! I just crashed their party!"

"For me, it indicates that you wanted to be one of the 'frat guys'."

"I didn't, they just had free booze. Can we move forward?"

"Sure."

"We went for a walk, and passed some creeps dressed like Romans. One of them kind of threw up on her clothes"

"That's why you have a picture of a girl dressed like a Roman on your floor?"

"I don't have it on my floor, Bones, I told'ya, it fell of a book. I stucked it between the pages."

"Why would you do that?"

"We kind of dated later. It was a private joke."

Brennan knew it was a long shot, and she wasn't sure she could make up enough details to make her story sound logical, but she had to give it a try.

"I, huh, spilled some... something on my clothes and I... had to change it... but I didn't have any spare clothes so... I put this outfit on and was on my way to call someone to pick something for me at my house." The clumsy explanation made Booth smile

"That's why you're acting so weird! No need to be embarrassed, Bones, it can happen. You know what, just put my coat on," He took his gray trench coat and handed it to her "And I'll drive you there, huh?"

"Why do I need to put your coat on?"

"You've got to be joking. Hey, if you wanna walk around the lab in that costume, be my guest."

She decided to stop arguing with him. Another complication appeared in her mind; herself. What would happen if she met herself? It wouldn't be pretty.

But after she crossed the door and raised her head to talk to Booth, he was gone. Everything was gone, really. And boxes were around. She opened one. Military outfits. Was she back to 58? Looked that way. She opened a few more boxes. More of the same outfit she was wearing. Yeah, she was back. But what the hell happened with her in there?

Brennan didn't know what to do, but something made her look inside the room where the Vault would be.

And there it was. The Vault was still there. She could see Booth puzzled, like he didn't know where she'd gone. Mostly because he didn't.

'It's a wormhole!' In a normal situation, that would never be a valid theory for her. Wormholes? But it was the only thing that would fit. A shortcut in space-time. Not that any physicist would think of them as simple as walking through a door, but there it was. A wormhole. And perhaps things would begin to seem more clear to her.

Booth was beginning to realize that the Narosian dude wasn't so bad. Sure, after he was on your side, it was very easy to like him. All the way to Cam's office, they talked. And if things weren't the way they were, Booth would happily have him as a friend. But of course, things were not normal.

Cam was in the platform, looking at the machine. Booth was worried at first, she was too exposed, anyone standing where he was could easily see her. But a few moments later and some steps ahead, he was glad to see she wasn't that exposed. Hodgins appeared out of nowhere, clumsily holding a gun.

"Hey, there! Hodgins, it's me, Booth!" He lowered the gun, with a sight of relief.

"Oh, good. You know, I always thought that holding a gun would be totally cool, but turns out I was wrong. Is not cool. I don't even wanna think what would've happened if you weren't... well, you. Who's he?" Hodgins was now looking at Narosian, with a odd look at his face.

"Jeff Narosian. Now, wait a minute" because Hodgins opened his mouth "I know what I told you, but he knows. Apparently, that machine is the reason we got here, and he built it."

"I'd love to explain it to you, Mr Hodgins" Narosian began "But I think we should move. We're too close from the exit. Let's go to the platform." They advanced, and Hodgins called Cam's attention to them.

"Hey, where's Angela?" Booth asked when they were climbing the steps.

"She's in Cam's office. I told her to lay on the couch. Okay, what you have so far?" He said, turning to Cam.

"Who's that?" She echoed Hodgins, pointing at Narosian.

"Jeff Narosian, ma'am." She gently kissed her hand, which shocked her a bit.

"Huh... the guy who thought you were a communist?"

"No. The guy who built this damn thing and pretty much brought us here!" Booth was getting impatient. And where was Bones?

"Now, this is the basic about it." Narosian assumed a serious and grave face "It's a, let's say, a sketch of a machine, that would allow me to study wormholes. I built it, but I saw it would never work."

"Again, you were dead wrong about that. I mean, here we are! That's the thing that pulled us."

"If you keep interrupting me sir, I think it will take a while for me to cover all the subject you need to get the device working again." Narosian said, a bit upset by Booth's constant interruptions.

"But he has a point, you know. We are here, clearly it worked." Cam pointed out "Now, what do you think it could have been? What does it work with?"

"Solar eruptions. I need to work with exotic matter, and I found out that the recent solar eruptions class M were going to release some dark matter."

"But solar eruptions don't do that."

"Yeah, I know, but the radiation I caught with the sensors was made of antimatter. I have no idea why, but there wasn't any annihilation. They were protect by something, and they were coming toward the Solar System. I thought that, since it wasn't affecting any other matter on the way, it wouldn't do anything to the planet, so why not use it on my research?" While that explanation left Cam astonished, Booth just said "Okay, radiation, solar eruptions, device working, we're in 1958... got it. Can you make it work backwards?"

"If you're telling the truth, the laws of physics are..." Cam began.

"Destroyed. I know."

"Can you make it work backwards? So we can go back?" Booth asked in a slightly louder tone.

"Huh..." Narosian thought for a while "If I can figure out what happen, maybe. If not..." He left it in the air, but it was enough for the three to understand.

"So, why don't you and Cam work on that, huh? I'll check on Ange, and maybe you could go after Dr. B." Hodgins said, leaving the platform as fast as possible.

That rang a bell on Booth's head. He thought about the absence of Bones during the explanation, but now it was back on full force. Where was she? They split when the soldier appeared, she went to the Nursery-or at least pretended to-and so far, nothing. He came down the platform and wnet out to look for her.

It didn't took too long. Bones seemed to be moving to the same place he just left. But she was worried. Oh yes. She didn't even see him, and bumped with him despite his efforts to call her attention.

"Booth? What are you doing here?"

"Are you okay? You look worried, you didn't listen to me..."

"I... I think I know why we're here. Wormholes."

"Yeah, that's actually what Narosian said." Brennan put a questioning look on her face "The guy who arrested me, remember? He's the one that built the damn machine, and apparently, he's a squint. He said something about solar eruptions, radiation, antimatter and wormholes." Brennan opened her mouth to talk, now looking alarmed "I can't explain it to you, you better ask him, you two speak the same language. Let's go."

Without pushing him for answers, she let him lead the way. She was astonished by what happened. And a bit scared of what might happen to Booth. She interacted with him. An old him, but still. There was no way they could go back to their own time without messing up with things. It was already too late. They could go back, but it wouldn't be to where they left. But so far, she was just gald he was there. And that he didn't notice the coat she had on.

I don't have a good feeling about this chapter. It took me so long to write it that I think it's terrible, and I wish I could have talked less about the science part, but I left out as much as I could, mainly because I don't enjoy destroying the work of so many great scientists to suit them to the storya-and I'm a perfectionist-also, because it can get very boring. Oh, and the little flashback, a bit random, but it will make sense later. I hope.