I started writing this one with my friend, but then she gave up so I carried on. Enjoy!

Brennan walked into the doctor's office, dreading what he was going to tell her. Calm down, everything will be fine she thought to herself. She gazed around the room as he read the file on his desk. She studied the expression on his face, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"So, what's wrong with me?" she asked bluntly. He smiled and sighed, looking at her with what seemed like sympathetic eyes. But his next sentence said otherwise.

"Dr. Brennan, I'm delighted to tell you that you're going to be a mother," he replied gently. Her eyes widened at this comment and when she tried to tell him it must've been a mistake, she found she couldn't speak. She was too overwhelmed.

"By the look on your face, I'm guessing it wasn't planned," he added. She still couldn't speak, so instead she ran, slamming the door behind her. She managed to make it to the parking lot before anyone could stop her. She struggled to find her keys and upon their retrieval, she wrenched the door open, with slightly more force than necessary. She sped off to the only place she could think of, work. Swinging into the car park, she almost caught Booth's SUV. But that was the least of her worries at the moment. She entered the lab, tears falling freely from her bloodshot eyes. She'd prayed Angela wouldn't see her, but no such luck.

"Oh my God, sweetie, happened?" the artist asked as she flung her arms round her. Brennan pulled away and started to jog towards her office, but somehow found herself in Booth's arms.

"That was quite an entrance," he murmured into her hair.

Brennan had somewhat calmed down by now. That was until Booth had started to pester her again. He hadn't asked before what was wrong, but now his persistence was annoying. After a brief argument, he stormed out of the room, his partner following closely behind him.

"I'm pregnant," she said quietly, so that only Booth could hear. He didn't stop walking though.

"I'm sure I'll be a great uncle," he yelled over his shoulder. Of course she had slept with his brother, but he had no right to be angry about it. That was after the partners had broken up.

"Don't shout, okay? And no you're not an uncle," she shot back, "you're a father." At these words he stopped and she almost walked into him. He spun round to look at her, but she couldn't read the expression on his face. He placed his trembling hand on her stomach. She moved it down her stomach slightly and smiled.

"Wrong place," she laughed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

"I can't believe it. I'm a father again," he whispered. It sounded more like he was telling himself now.

"You'll have to take me back to the doctor's, because I kind of ran of when he told me," she sobbed. This time she wasn't crying because she was upset or shocked, just happy that he was close to her.

"I didn't see you as the kind of person who chose flight rather than fight," he laughed, releasing her from his embrace.

"Must be the hormones," she said, picking her jacket up off the floor.

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