So, thanks to my writing assignments at school, I was totally blocked for a while. But somehow, that got me my longest chapter so far, so, kind of an excuse for the lack of updates. I know, that makes so much sense.

"Zack" she measured her words and her tone carefully. Zack wasn't good with people, but he wasn't dumb. She knew how messy things could get if he discovered anything. Well, actually, she had no idea of what would happen. But she knew it would be bad, and that was enough.

"What is this?"

"Remember when you interviewed me for the internship job? I told you how much I liked the concept of wormholes. And after you hired those students to help us with the work, I got more free time, and I started to work on this machine. It doesn't really have a name, but I was trying to create a wormhole." Even though Brennan knew he made it, she couldn't help but laugh at the way he said it, like it was as simple as writing an essay.

"Zack, we're years away from that kind of technology, how could you think you'd make it?" Secretly, she was thinking 'Well, he DID do it'.

"Remember when I went away to the war?" Zack lowered his voice "Well, I didn't go to war. The government sort of hired me to help in a project they called "Brand New World", although we usually referred to it as the 'Sci-Fi Project'."

"Sci-Fi Project?"
"Yeah. You see, the things we were trying to reach there were so advanced that people think of them as science fiction. Telekinesis, mind readers, among other things. I was working on the Time Travel Section."

What Zack was telling her was unbelievable. Yet, it made perfect sense. She still had some doubts, but they faded when he said:
"The project began here at the Jeffersonian, actually. It was in the hands of the Army." his face was acquiring a very weird expression. Whatever he said, Brennan could tell it wasn't good. He went through some bad thinks there, things that haunted him.

"The whole story of this place... it's a lie. The cover-up they made up was huge. Is not named after Thomas Jefferson like everybody thinks, and is not even old. It was built in the 40's, and they named it after some guy, who made a huge break through. It was a fairly amazing coincidence his name was Jeff." Those last words were like a punch in her stomach. 'WHAT?'

"Jeff? As in Jeff Narosian?"

"Yes." If he was surprised she knew that name, he didn't let it show. He just continued "Is funny, really. His name is like an anagram to Jeffersonian. See, you take his first name, Jeff, the inicial of his middle name, Edmund" he took a pen and a piece of paper and wrote 'Jeff E. Narosian' on it. "And his last name, if you arrange it like this..." he showed her how the letters were the same "See? Jeffersonian." he chuckled "It's very amusing."

"You do realize there's an A left, right?"

"Of course. My colleagues said it stands for 'Army'. The soldiers thought of the project as a weapon. They referred to it as the Jeffersonian Army, or Jeffersonian A., since they couldn't let people know what was happening. And that's how they built the reputation of the place."

That was too much. Later, she would search for something on that direction. Nothing concrete, but the stories about 'Jeffersonian A.' were too many to ignore.

"Huh, so..." she hoped her voice was coming out normal. It wasn't. "What was this place?"
"The beginning of the Brand New Word. The first experiments were performed here. They moved around 1958, when there was a huge security break and Narosian made the project move elsewhere. That elsewhere, as I learned later, became famous for too many lights in the sky, that people believed to be UFO's. There was no such thing in Area 51, I guarantee."

1958. They were the security break.

The mention of Area 51 was too much for her. Even she knew the stories about that place, even though she never believed it. But it was time to take that story to someone else.

"Zack, I have to go."
"Wait. I talked too much, and I didn't even told you what I really wanted to."

"Make it quick, then."

He paused. He was fidgeting, which was odd. He never did that, although you'd think someone like him would do it a lot.

"Zack!"

"Okay. I think it worked."

"What do you mean?" She asked, her eyes growing wild. His next words came out in a rapid flux, unstoppable.

"I told you I was working on the Time Travel Section, and our main gold there was wormholes. I didn't get much more then they already had, so they sent me back. But the only reason I didn't get anything was because they wanted me to do some things that... I couldn't. I wanted to go in a different direction, but they wouldn't let me. I knew I was right, so I began working on it when I got back. I used the information I got there, and I built this. Last week, well. It worked. It created a wormhole." now he was looking like a lost little kid "What do I do? This is huge. But I don't really have any proof, and I wasn't even suppose to tell anyone about it..."

"Keep it to yourself." Brennan said, in a harsher tone she intended "Don't mention it to anyone."

"Is there something wrong, Doctor Brennan?" he didn't miss the change in her voice. And he clearly saw that those things were getting to her.

"Sorry, I... I didn't get much sleep this week." she lied, and not very well. With that, she nearly fled from the room.

Sure, it wasn't really a lie; sleep seemed to run away from her like she had the plague. She stayed most of last night thinking of her mother's case (or lack of it). She ad no idea, but it would be some of the things she'd figure out later. Her dad was still in jail, this time for the bank assaults. His penalty was very big, he still had 15 years ahead of him, no chance of parole. Her mom was a justice fugitive, she was on the run for a long time. She even had the OTAN after her (it wasn't without surprise that she found out the Interpol and the OTAN were pretty much the same thing). But she was alive. And in touch with her. In her closet there was a box filled with letters from her. She couldn't risk using computers or telephones, so letters were the best way to communicate.

Once she heard Sweets saying how personality was shaped by our experiences. She never closed up, because their parents were always there (as much as they could anyway). She didn't accidentally found the remain of her mother, because she was still alive. For some reason, she was crazy about movies. She wasn't the same person at all. And she couldn't hide the fact that someone else entirely different was there.

Without noticing, she opened the door to Angela's office. She was lying on the couch, but tried to get up as soon as she saw her friend's face.

"Bren? Are you all right? Did something happen...?"

"Not really... I... I need to talk. To everyone, can you get Hodgins and Cam in my office? I'll have Booth here in 15 minutes."
"Sweetie. What happened?"

Brennan paused, looking defeated. Angela knew that look. That was the time to push a little harder.

"We're gonna meet everyone, you'll spill out whatever you discovered, and then we're talking about the other things in your mind, okay? No discussion." Brennan smiled. A weak, tired smile, but still. It was better than nothing.

"Go call Booth."

"So, basically, Zack did this?" It was hard for Booth to believe. He knew the kid was smart, but a time machine?

"I don't know." Brennan answered. "Those things he told me about that Brand New World Project, it sounds a little too surreal. If I didn't know better..."

"I knew the government was up to something." So far, that was the only insight Hodgins could provide.

"But how? If Zack built it, how did Narosian get it?" Cam questioned "And why us? And..." she let out a heavy sight "We've got too many questions. We're not getting anywhere."

"Do we have any chance of making thinks go back to normal?" Angela inquired.

That was the question everyone was avoiding but everyone wanted an answer for. Is not that this new life wasn't good. It had good sides and bad sides, like every life they could possibly hope for. But it wasn't theirs.

"I don't think so." Cam answered in a low tone "The Butterfly Effect is too subtle to try to control it. Besides, this is new territory... for all I know, we could be talking about multiple universes."
"What now?" That was it. He was gonna have to give up any chance on trying to follow their theories.

"Instead of just changing our time-line, maybe we created a new universe. You see, so..."

"Okay, stop there." Booth interrupted "I'm fairly sure that you could explain those stuff for me some time, when I'm relaxed, focused and not worried. But right now? I wanna know if something bad will come out of this."

"What do you mean?" Hodgins said. The first thing without the words 'government' or 'conspiracy' in a while.

"For what I got from Back To The Future, changing our lives like that have consequences. And we proved it right. But I can't believe that those changes won't be bigger. I mean, just some random facts in our lives?"

"You're right, you know." Brennan had this thoughtful look in her eyes "It took humanity centuries to find a way to create wormholes, and there must be a consequence for that. Is like the atomic bomb; there's a big price to pay."
The conversation didn't go for much longer after it. When they parted ways, Angela said:
"Hey, don't forget I'll be at your place tonight. I can't drink, but I still have room for tons of ice-cream."
"It's impossible for one to have a stomach big enough for that amount of..." Angela gave her an amused look "Oh. Sure."

Angela chuckled and left.

Right after it, the phone in her desk rang. She picked up.

"So, Bren. Miss me already?"' That line was shocking in so many ways. First of all, 'Bren'?

"Ha... Hannah?" she stuttered

"Of course! Who else? Sorry I didn't call sooner, after I called Seeley I tried to reach you, but right after I hung up, my boss called me again, with a huge headline... which later turned out to be nothing."

"Oh." That's all she managed to say. She didn't know how she felt about Hannah. She didn't know how she felt when Booth introduced her as his new girlfriend and had no idea how she felt about her now they were just friends. Hannah tried to befriend her, but it didn't work. Brennan did her best acting job ever. She faked all the way through; smiles, affection, hugs... considering her lack of knowledge when it came to human interaction, she did a fine job.

"Well, how are things holding up there?"

"I'm not holding anything." That earned a laugh.

"Funny. what's new there? Have you two told anyone?"

"What? Who told what to who?"

"Don't play dumb, Bren." There it was again. 'Don't call me Bren!', she thought angry, but didn't say it out loud.

"You and Seeley? Seriously, you know you'll have to tell them eventually. You can't just keep it a secret and tell them when you're in labor."

"Labor? Wha... you think I'm pregnant?" That came out a little higher and louder than she intended, but she had a reason. Hannah laughed again.

"I didn't actually mean that... you know what? Never mind. I'll be blunt: you have to tell people you're together." 'WHAT?' "I know playing them must be very fun and entertaining and everything, but you have to draw a line sometime."

Too much. Too damn much. Too fucking much.

"Hannah, I..." That didn't have any effect. Hannah just kept talking; it looked like she didn't have a good talk in a while.

"No arguing. When I'm back, we're having a movie night, and I'll talk some sense into your head. Better, I'll just call Angela and tell her, no doubt the whole lab will know everything in short time." she didn't mean that as an insult to Angela, but that's how Brennan saw it. The anger was rising up, and she wasn't sure she could keep it away from her voice.

"Hey? Are you there yet? I know it's a very hard topic for you, but you seem awfully quite."

"I'm just... I don't know. I guess I'm tired, I'm not thinking straight."

"Insomnia?" What was wrong with her? Every little thing Hannah said made her angry. That was wrong. It wasn't Hannah's fault. Especially in this universe.

"Yes." It was the truth, after all. Nightmares. Very nasty nightmares found their way into her head.

"Did I wake you up? Please tell me I didn't wake you up!" She sounded genuinely concerned.

"No... don't worry."

"Clearly you're not in a talky mood, so I'll just go. Oh, wait. Almost forgot. I saw that movie you wanted here. Did you buy it already? Tell me you didn't, because I need to get you a present and I'm out of ideas. Seems like you already have every possible movie in that shelf of yours."

"That's impossible. There are plenty of movies that..."

"Wow, you're awfully literal today. Just yes or no, then. Did you buy it?" Not knowing what to say, she gave what she was sure to be the worst answer.

"No, I didn't."

"Great. Open some space in your shelf, because it's about to gain another piece for you to be jealous of. Talk later?"

"Huh... okay." She hung up as quickly as possible.

There was a great deal of information on that talk. The thing about her shelf, just to mention one. But really, the only thing she could think of was the fact that she and Booth were a couple. And Hannah knew. And she seemed very eager to tell everyone about.

'Could it get any more complicated?'

Her eyes fell on her calendar. And she saw that yes, things could get more complicated. She had circled every Friday of the month and wrote 'Sweets-15:00'.

She and Booth still had to see Sweets. Why? It didn't matter much. But if someone could break them about this whole mess, that was Sweets.

However, she picked up the phone and called Booth to let him know.

While I was writing this, I realized Sweets was AWOL from this story, so I'll try my best to fix that in the next chapter (that won't take so long to show up). I really like him, he's a bit like Shakespeare's Fools; they tell the truth no one wants to face, and I wish the show would come back with Brennan and Booth's appointments, they were so funny :)