"Angela I am perfectly fine."
"How can you be, Booth came back with a girlfriend."
"He moved on, that is all."
"And that doesn't bother you."
Brennan could feel the ache in her chest. "Should it?"
"Are you really going to tell me you have absolutely no feelings for that man?"
"Angela he is with someone else, which is logical for a man like Booth."
"And it doesn't bother you even a little bit."
Brennan looked down at the floor, "I just want Booth to be happy and she seems to make him happy."
Angela knew she wasn't going to get Brennan to fight for Booth, even though him being with someone else was killing her. So all she could do was help her be distracted. "Okay, well don't you have a handsome doctor picking you up this evening for dinner?"
"Yes, I do. I need to get ready"
"Sweetie, I have seen what you picked out and I went shopping at lunch. The good doctor will not be able to take his eyes off you when I am done."
"Angela, I am perfectly capable of dressing myself."
"Not tonight, tonight you will look irresistible after I am finished with you."
"Fine, I will let you play dress up just this once." Angela smiled at her and started to pull out her implements.
Angela pulled Brennan's hair back from her face and let it fall in loose curls down the nape of her neck. She gave her a smoky eyes that made her blue eyes pop. Then Angela pulled out the last implement she had, a blue form fitting off the shoulder dress that traced the curves of Brennan's body to just below the knee.
"Sweetie, you are going to take that man's breath away." Brennan only wished it was a different man.
"Thank you Angela, you didn't have to do all this."
"I know I didn't, but you deserve some happiness since … you just deserve some happiness."
A light rap on the door startled both women. Angela smiled big when she looked past Brennan at the very tall, very handsome Dr. Jonathan Weaver. "Well hello there Dr. Weaver." Jonathan was 6'4", wide shoulders, slender waist, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, and a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.
"Angela nice to see you and … Temperance you … are" his eyes wandered up and down her body "absolutely stunning."
Brennan blushed slightly, "Thank you Jonathan, but the credit goes to Angela, she picked out this dress."
"Angela I do thank you, you have marvelous taste."
Angela smiled, "It is easy when you have a model such as Bren."
Jonathan grinned at Angela and then turned his attention back to Brennan, "Temperance our reservations are at 7, if you are ready, we probably should be going."
Brennan hugged Angela and grabbed her wrap and evening bag and left her office with her arm through Dr. Weavers.
Angela was finishing packing up her stuff when Booth came flying through the door. "Hey Bo …. Angela, where's Bones?"
"Oh God, Booth you scared me. She isn't here."
"I can see that, where is she?"
"On a date" Angela said matter of fact, not noticing the color draining from Booth's face.
"A date? With who?"
"Yes a date, I am assuming you have been on a few with Hannah and he is a Trauma surgeon at Washington Hospital Center."
"Oh … How long …"
Angela turned and saw the look on his face. "Don't mess this up for her. You moved on, you turned her away when she finally came around. She deserves to try to find some happiness, you did."
"Ange …"
"No Booth, I don't want to hear it. You always told her there is always one you love the most. For most that might be true, for Brennan there is only one … you love … period. When she finally admitted it, you turned her away. She will never love again, you broke her. The least you can do is not take away the small happiness she can grasp onto from time to time." Booth hung his head and nodded then turned and left her office.
As Jonathan and Brennan sat quietly enjoying their meal it was Jonathan that broke the silence. "Temperance, I just want to thank you for everything you have done. You make going through this divorce much easier." He chuckled a little, "And you keep the match makers from trying to fix me up with every intern that walks in the building."
"Jonathan no thanks necessary, as we have talked about before you are helping me through a similar difficult time. And you are keeping well meaning prying friends at bay."
"Temperance, lets do something fun tonight." She furrowed her brow. "Wait, hear me out. We go out to dinner so we don't have to eat alone and so we don't have to face our empty homes alone for to long at any time. So I was thinking, lets go dancing, I know I am not ready to go home to that void where I sleep."
She studied him for a moment, "Jonathan, I don't want you to get the wrong impression. We are friends; there can never be more if that is where you were thinking this would go."
"Temperance, while I can honestly say I love you. I love you as a friend, more like a sister and I am not asking anything of you but to come and have some fun with your pseudo brother."
"I don't know."
"Temperance, he broke your heart and I know you will probably never let anyone in again, so let's grab what happiness we can with each other. It is safe and I think we both deserve it after everything we have been through."
She gave him a tight smile and nodded, "You're right I am willing to give this a try."
Jonathan and Brennan headed for a newer club that had been open only a few months. It played a mixture of rock and country. Jonathan had enquired with friends and had gotten favorable reviews. And it was one place they probably would not run into his ex wife or Booth. As they entered the club the atmosphere was the typical club feel. Couples paired off, single girls stashed in one area of the bar while the boys were in the others trying to get up the courage to ask the girls to dance.
They had arrived on Karaoke night; Jonathan's goal was to get enough alcohol into Brennan to get her to sing. He just wanted to see her smile a genuine happy smile. She had become one of his closest friends and they had mostly seen each other at their worst, now it was time to mend and move on.