A/N: HA! Mmmm, do I spill the beans this time or next… read on and find out!

She didn't remember his leg until he stood from the table at the diner.

"Booth…" she questioned. "What happened to you? What happened to your-" she couldn't finish her sentence.

Booth looked down at his own leg, and winced as if it hurt.

"I don't want to talk about it here," he said looking around the diner full of customers. "Do you wanna go somewhere else and…?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

She felt Parker grab hold of her hand and smiled, as he gripped his dad's hand, and the three of them walked out together. For a moment she was struck with an odd feeling of comfort, as if she could get used to the idea of being a part of something… with someone else… no longer alone. And as quickly as the thought crossed her mind, it scared her. She pulled her grasp from Parker, and looked at the boys with regret.

"I forgot I have to be somewhere… sorry," she muttered. She bolted from the diner, as she might have towards a crime scene that needed an Anthropologist in a hurry. She was running away from fear, she knew that without a shadow of a doubt, and rationally she was being stupid, Angela would have told her that, but she couldn't- wouldn't stay and find out what her emotions were leading to.

She was far too stubborn for that.

A few hours later, Brennan was playing with Jasper, the figurine pig that Booth had given her many moons ago. She was remembering the day, the hour, the minute, the look… irrational? She was being irrational and crazy, and she knew it. She knew it as well as she knew that science was real. And yet, she didn't stop looking at Jasper, she didn't stop thinking that Booth had been there when she needed him, when a crisis hit home, he had been the first one on scene, to comfort her, to watch over her.

Where had she been when he had been hurt?

On some dig in the Maluku Islands, that's where, and she wasn't proud of that fact, as she might have been previously.

A knock on the door startled her. She rose from her position on the couch, and wondered over, she peeked through the window hole in the top centre of the door, to find it was Booth. Her heart rate increased, as she turned the handle and opened the door.

"Hi Bones," he smiled cautiously.

"Hello…" she responded. She tucked Jasper firmly into the palm of her hand, hidden from view of his eyes. She didn't want him to know she had been reminiscing on old moments of their friendship; it was far too usual behavior for Brennan. She was a factual person. She understood science and bones, but she didn't understand emotions. Not the way that he did.

She looked up to see his face.

"What are you doing here, Booth?" she got straight to the point, eager to get rid of him and return to her own thoughts and memories.

"You left in a hurry," he observed. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Yes, Booth, I'm satisfactory."

Booth frowned. "You didn't want to hear how I…" he looked down at his leg, gesturing with the cane at his prosthetic leg. She winced.

"I'm busy right now," she flat out lied.

"Bones…" he sounded as if he didn't believe her.

"I have some cold cases I'm working on, and-"

He shook his head. "No you don't," he denied.

"I do," she insisted.

"NO you don't!"

"Booth, I-"

"Even a year doesn't change the fact that I know you Bones, I know you when you lie to me, I see it, I feel it… what's going on?" he demanded.

Brennan looked out into the hallway. "Where's parker?"

"I left him with Angela for a while. I didn't know what was wrong with you, or if it might have been… if you needed to talk or…"

"I don't need to talk," she said. "Go get Parker, Booth and go home. Spend some time with your son!"

"I wanna talk to you, Parker is fine with-"

"I don't want to converse with you, Booth!" she snapped. She was angry. She felt angry. An emotion, she didn't feel too often, and with it came a flood of guilt and regret. Both of which she felt she deserved, based on her absence from Afghanistan when he had needed her.

"Bones," he sighed titling his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

She sighed heavily, and in that moment, the flood of anger vanished.

"Do you wanna come in?" she offered widening the door.

"Yeah," he nodded with a weak smile. He stepped inside.

She went to couch, and flopped down pulling the mink blanket around her shoulders.

He sat down beside her, closer than necessary. "What-"

"I wanna know what happened to you, Booth. Will you tell me now?"

Booth went silent. "Are you going to run away again?"

Brennan shook her head, her eyes not leaving his face.

He took a deep breath.

HAHAHA sucker… better luck next time. ;) Okay, so I changed my mind, I'm a woman I can do that! Anyways… I kinda like this storyline right now, but I will tell you who SHE is… eventually.

But you will never know either storyline, if you don't click that review button and tell me you want more… how will I know if you don't… :) Evil is me… my name is EVIL… that's that what you shall call me!