Another update? A gee wiz! Anyways, I'm hoping ya'll enjoy it thus far, even if it is sad. As always, I don't own Bones! Reviews are nice, but again, I love you guys for just reading!

"Sweetie…" Angela whispered when she walked in. When she saw the bundle in her friends arms, she resisted the urge to cry and run away, but instead gripped Jacks hand tighter. Jack smiled sadly at Brennan and tugged at Angela to try and reassure her.

"Hey, Dr. B." he stated sadly, and Angela fallowed him, her eyes filled with tears.

"Bren…I'm…I'm so sorry, sweetie," she whimpered. Looking up at them, Brennan attempted a smile but then just looked down.

"He looks just like Booth, doesn't he?" Hodgins tried, although his eyes too were filling with tears. Brennan smiled slightly and nodded, brushing her hand across his forehead every so often, trying to get the empty feeling away from her chest.

"Zachariah Jackson…" she whispered. "That's…That would have been his name,"

Hodgins eyes softened as he shook his head, and Angela held in a deep sob.

"Zach and Jack…Good combo, Dr. B. Troublemaker," he tried, and while he could see her eyes filling with tears, the soft sound of something that resembled a chuckle made his heart lighten a little. "Can I touch him?" he asked. Brennan looked up and held him out. Jack took the bundle in his arms and tried talking.

"Hey, buddy…Names Jack. You would have called me Uncle Jack, probably, just like your little sister…You know, you and Michael could have caused one hell of a scene." He whispered. When he felt his heart wrench painfully, however, he started to hand him back to Brennan, who looked hopefully up at Ange.

She shook her head.

"I'm sorry…I…I can't…" Ange managed to pipe out, before she turned around and started to walk out. Brennan looked up at Hodgins and an apology started on her lips, but he shook his head.

"Hey, it's alright…" he started before the tears ran more freely down her own face and she tried to wipe them away. Hodgins pulled a chair up and brushed away her tears, not unlike she had done for him when they'd been trapped in that damn car. Looking into her eyes, he saw the depths of pain that she'd been holding from everyone, and he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"It's illogical…"

"No, it's not," he cut her off. "You just lost a part of yourself. You're allowed to feel that. Every mother mourns her own," he stated.

They stayed silent. Inside of Brennan's mind, she was saying his name like a mantra. Jack, he was thinking about how unfair all of it was, but more than that. He was thinking about how sick it was that all of this had to happen to his family. Because, really, she was his family. A sister in law, really. A sister.

"You can tell Zach, if you want. You can tell him about…About the name…"

While he knew what she meant, that she meant that he could tell Zach Uriah Addy about Zachariah's name, he got up and looked at the child's face.

"Well, buddy, you were named for one hell of a scientist, and one hell of a good friend. And he would have loved you. So, so much. Just like we all would have. Just like we all do," he said, and then looked at Brennan, who was about to explain her statement.

"I know, Dr. B. But he deserves to know. He deserves to know about his Uncle Zach,"

She didn't go against this one. When Angela finally came back in, Jack started to get up.

"I'm just going to call home and make sure that Michaels okay with the sitter, okay? And maybe see about Christine going to see her best friend," he stated before kissing his wife and smiling sadly at Brennan.

Angela slowly made her way to her best friend, but kept her eyes trained on Brennan's face.

"You don't have to stay, Ange…It's okay," she tried to reassure her, but Angela shook her head.

"I can just…I can see what he'd have looked like, you know? I can see it," she whispered. "And I don't want to know,"

What he'd have looked like, what he'd have become. These things, too, Brennan could see. They comforted her, however.

"He'd have been handsome," Brennan stated, trying to let her know that she, too, could see these things. "And maybe he would have played an instrument, or played football. Or maybe he would have been a scholar. And maybe…And maybe…"

The thought was broken off as a wave of sobs came through her. Angela, not shocked and not thinking about it, climbed onto the bed, cot really, and wrapped her arms around her friends neck, coaxing her to lay her head into her shoulder.

"We make our lives out of chaos, love and hope," Angela stated, like she'd once said to Brennan in the desert. Brennan nodded into her shoulder and Angela closed her eyes, holding onto her friend tightly, not wanting to let go. Wanting to protect the fragile girl that she had met years ago.

When she'd finally calmed down, Angela didn't leave her. Something in her gut told her that was the wrong thing to do, and she was proven correct when Brennan shook her head.

"Please, don't leave me…No one else would understand,"

While the sadness, the pain that tugged at her heart was almost unbearable, she knew that if she left Brennan like this, she may not recover. She may not ever trust her again. Angela shook her head.

"Never…Do you want Booth?" she offered, because although she was there, she wasn't sure if she could do everything right, not like Booth could. Booth could repair her, or perhaps he could attempt it. Angela could simply comfort.

Bren shook her head and sighed.

"We had a fight…" she mumbled. "We had a fight…Maybe me being so upset…Maybe that's why…"

Angela cut her off and shook her head.

"No. It was an accident. Okay? None of this is your fault or his fault. And we can mourn, but we don't blame. Okay, sweetie? Okay?" she hoped to reassure. Brennan nodded.

There was no movement for a while, until finally Brennan moved her hand over to her friends abdomen. For a moment, Angela tensed and shook her head, not wanting to upset Brennan more, but when she felt her friend relax in her arms, she said nothing.

"You're a great mom, Angela…For Michael and for your next little one…"

Ange reached out and laid her hand on Brennan' shoulder.

"You're a great mom too, Brennan. Don't forget that. To Christine and Parker, you're a great mom. You still have them," she tried to reassure. Nodding slowly, Brennan looked at the child and then leaned back, once more the calm and rational Brennan they'd all known.

Angela's eyes traced to the boy's face, and for a moment she almost looked away, until she found that it almost calmed her for a moment. The boy's face was peaceful, and maybe that's what reassured her. He'd been innocent to the evils of the world. Perhaps that was the one good thing they could pull from it. The last thing he'd have felt was the safety of his mother.

"He loves you," she said simply, looking up. "He loved you so much."

"Baby's are incapable of love…It's an attachment formed by-"

"He loved you, Bren. He really did,"

Silence again.

"I just…I feel incomplete," she whimpered. Missing. A part of her was missing. Angela nodded sympathetically.

"I know," she tried. "I know…"

It's like I can't even breathe, sweetie, I can't even take a breath…

Oh, how she knew…