My self-esteeme must be the lowest possible, or maybe I'm too perfeccionist (is this the right spelling?), because lately I don't like anything I write. And I feel like Brennan is a bit OOC in this.

Anyway. Bones is not mine.

That was a problem. Obvious. Narosian eventually suggested that, maybe they could make it work using one of the phones they had there. But the problem is that the phones were in a room in the other side of the building. Before there was any other argument, Booth slipped his cellphone inside Angela's jacket and pulled Narosian to the side, away from everyone.

"Do you think it could work?" Booth asked. Narosian wondered for a moment before answering.

"Theoretically, yes. Those devices you claim to be phones they're so new to me..." Booth made a face to that "I don't feel safe enough to work on something about it, but since your friend says that she was using an actual phone, I don't see why it wouldn't work."

"Okay." He wasn't convinced at all, but it was the only chance they had "Can you get me to the phones?"

"You're giving Ms. Montenegro your phone?"

"Kind of did already." That was the moment they realized they weren't alone. Brennan couldn't help herself.

"Booth..."

"Look, Bones, don't go there, okay? I'm the one that should do this, you know it." For his surprise, she just nodded and said

"I'm going with you then." He remembered what she said about Narosian; she didn't trust him,a dn gave him enough reasons not to. But again, only chance.

Narosian was trying to convince the guards to take a little break. They were very close now. Brennan couldn't bear the silence anymore, so she started talking

"Booth... are you sure about this?"

"No."

"Then why?" He laughed with no humor

"C'mon Bones, it's obvious... I have to do this."

"But what about Hank, Parker?" She found the soft spot. He was trying not to think about that now. It was something to worry about later if it didn't work. But he did need to do something.

"Bones... if it doesn't work, try to explain Parker, 'kay? Not about the wormhole and stuff, but..." he didn't finish, but she understood

"Sure." She held his gaze. It could be the last one. She tried to push that aside.

Narosian was back all of the sudden, and had urgency in his voice.

"Let's go, it's almost time." The broke the look, and without saying anything moved forward.

The room had nothing but some old-fashion telephones. Booth couldn't help to cheer up a bit. He really liked those. There were some beautiful ones there. Narosian touched his shoulder and he turned.

"I'll go outside, try to stop if someone tries to walk in. Good luck, man." He offered his hand and Booth shook it. He turned to Brennan "Ma'am." He offered his hand to her as well. She hesitated a bit, but she shook it.

"Goodbye, Ms. Brennan."

"Is 'Doctor'." she said without even changing her expression. He smiled a bit and went outside.

"How long, Bones?"

"Just a few minutes." After 15 seconds of silence, Booth opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped when he noticed the phone right beside Brennan. It was the same one Hannah got him-although he knew that Brennan was the one that suggested it. If not the exactly the same, it was very similar. That coincidence nearly broke him.

"Booth?"

"Is just like when I was on my way to Afghanistan, you know? I kept thinking... there was a chance I was never going back. That I was gonna leave everything behind forever. Parker, pops, you, the guys from the Jeffersonian... and here am I again!" he laughed in that humorless way again.

Brennan had no idea of what to do. She just moved closer to him and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

Right after, the phone rang. It was that one. Making no comment of what just happened, he answered it.

"Hello?" No one was on the other side of the line. But the other phones were gone. The only one left was the one Booth had in his hands. It wasn't even connected.

Brennan opened the door carefully. They weren't in 1958 anymore, but there was no way to know the year. It was dark, so after seeing that no one was in the hallway, she called Booth and they both went outside.

They made their way back to the offices. The building was still the Jeffersonian, but now it was just empty. Brennan concluded that they were somewhere after the 90's, since computers were quite ordinary in the rooms they passed. 'Maybe we got it right.'

Before they could enter the platform, Cam, Hodgins and Angela were with them.

"The machine is still there." was the first thing Cam said.

"Hi, is good to see you made it too." Booth said playfully. Neither he or Brennan tried to talk all the way over there, and he was glad to hear someone's voice. Angela hugged him.

"Glad to see you made it!"

"Yeah, having you stuck in 1958, not cool." Hodgins said, uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, but didn't know what. He never knew what to say in these situations.

"Yeah, well, it didn't happen. Does anybody knows what time is it?" Everyone checked their watches for the first time since the whole mess began. None of them was working.

"I don't need a watch to know that it's late, and that everyone thinks we're missing." Brennan said

"I thought that too, but why is this place empty? Forget about us missing, there are no guards, no scientists staying through the night... this place is never quite!" When Angela finished, they realized she was right. It was all too quite.

They moved to Brennan's office. The first thing she did was turning on the computer, which made the others give her some very funny looks.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She inquired.

"Well, it's odd... I mean, look at what we've been through, and you just turn on the computer!" Booth said, like that explained everything, but for Brennan, that didn't have any logic.

"You're not suggesting that we just go out, are you?" Now it was Booth's time to be confused, but Cam and Hodgins began to show some signals of understanding.

"The Butterfly Effect." Cam said in a whisper.

"In a normal situation, I'd ask if you were talking about the movie, but I have a feeling you're not... although... you don't really think it happened to us, right?" Angela joined the squints club for good, Booth thought. Now he was the only one without a clue of what was going on.

"Butterfly effect, I know what that is. 'Butterfly wings can cause hurricanes' and stuff, right?"

"That's a very good allegory of it, actually. Our trip to the past could've changed so many things, in so many ways... and whatever it was that we did, we'll never know." Brennan's voice was surprisingly weak "But we will know what those actions did."

"We're in an alternative time line." Cam tried to explain "In our own time line, some things happened in 1958 that made the world that we know today. It can be very little things, like breaking a vase, or something huge, like destroying a atomic bomb ready to go against a communist country. But when we went back, we changed things. And those changes created another time line, in which the world is a different place. Again, huge stuff, little stuff... things changed."

"And we need to be careful." Hodgins completed "You never know what the government will do with time travelers like us. I mean, they can't just have someone going back in time and messing up with the present, right? We might get killed or something!" Clearly, Hodgins was back to his paranoid form.

"As much as I don't want to agree with the freak here, he's got a point. We can't tell a soul about this." Booth remarked

"Of course not." Brennan replied "And since you all agree that we can't let anyone know about this, I'll go back to my original plan. I want to see if there's anything too different." The computer was completely on now. She sat down and accessed the internet.

"Well, look at the first thing that changed. Apple and Windows are one thing here." Hodgins said with a hint of irony in his tone.

"Google looks different too." Cam pointed when the site's home-page appeared.

"Okay... why don't we all shut up for a moment?" Booth suggested. Everyone agreed.

Brennan and Booth were alone in his car. Pocking around the net didn't get them much. Aside some differences in the technology area, things were quite the same. But according to Cam, that wasn't very good.

"That could mean that the biggest effects were on things connected to our lives; we are in the center of the mess, after all." So, everyone just decided to go home and try to figure out what was different. Booth offered Brennan a ride, and there they were.

The silence was almost unbearable. Since the kiss she gave him, they didn't talk much. It was getting more awkward every second. After 15 more minutes, Booth decided he needed to say something. What came of his mouth wasn't what he planned, though.

"Okay, Bones, what's going on?"

"What?"

"We're barely looking at each other! Look, if you want to ignore... that, fine, we've done it before. We can do it again." In the second the words came out, he saw the hurt on her face.

"I don't want to do that." she said quietly "What I said that day..." she didn't need to say it, they both knew what she meant "I did regret saying no to you that day. That's why I kissed you." They stayed in silence for a moment, and then she continued "It was weird. Everything seemed so normal... there were plenty of times when I thought you'd never come back, but those times, things were happening, it was tense... but that... nothing was wrong."

"Nothing was wrong...? Bones, we were in 1958. That's very wrong." She actually smiled at his stupid comment.

"You know what I mean. I just, if it didn't work, it would be too late, and that was the only thing..." Brennan didn't finished it. She just stared at the car window. He drove.

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