DISCLAIMER: I do not own "BONES" or any of the characters from it. However, I wish I owned Seeley Booth (or David Boreanaz)… either would do! LOL!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi everyone! This is my 1st "Bones" fan fic, but my 2nd fan fic. There's one IMPORTANT thing you should know about this story. When someone is thinking or talking to themselves in their head, it will be written in ITALICS. For example, "Probably the darkness," is in italics so, Bones is thinking it, not saying it outloud.If someone is talking outloud, then it will be written normal, without being italicized.

Hope you ENJOY!

SUMMARY: After discovering Zach is Gormagon's apprentice, Temperance "Bones" Brennan is devastated. Booth and "Bones" go out to a local bar to drown their sorrows. Bones wakes up before Booth. When Booth wakes up he's alone and has no idea he ever slept with Brennan. With Bones knowing what happened and keeping it from Booth, what will this do to their partnership….not to mention friendship? Will they finally end up together? B/B, Hodgela.

CHAPTER 1

The air in the room was numbingly cold. Still in the state between sleep and awake, Temperance pulled the blankets closer to her body, snuggling deeper under the duvet. She could snuggle as far under the covers as possible, but she was still going to be freezing. In the end, that's what woke Temperance from the best night of sleep she'd had in a long time. As she struggled to open her eyes, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd slept so soundly. As one eye opened to the dark room, she realized that yes, she might have slept well, but now awake, she felt like shit. Tempe squeezed both eyes shut, trying not to concentrate on the nauseated feeling in her stomach and the funny metal taste in her parched mouth. Slowly opening both eyes, she brought her left hand to her head. "Hopefully this is as bad as my headache will get. On top of my stomach, I just can't handle a migraine," she thought.

Once both eyes were open, she finally noticed that it was practically pitch black in the bedroom. "That's weird. The sun usually comes through my window a small amount in the morning. It's never this dark," she thought. Wondering the time, she turned to her left towards the alarm clock on her nightstand. One problem. There was no alarm clock. Yes, there was a nightstand, but it looked different. "Probably the darkness, " she assumed. In place of where her alarm clock usually sat, was a framed photograph of a curly-haired, little boy. "He looks familiar," Tempe whispered to herself. As if someone had just shot out from a closet scaring her, she jumped straight up, the blankets pooling around her waist causing her to shiver. She knew that boy. It was Parker Booth, her partner's son! "What the hell is a picture of Booth's son doing on my nightstand? That's not rational!" she thought extremely confused. Contemplating the picture, she suddenly realized her teeth were chattering. "Why is it so cold in here? It feels like the air is set to 60 degrees. It should be at a comfortable 68 degrees," she softly said to herself as she began pushing the covers back. Walking across the carpeted floor she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to fight off the chilly air. Feeling only skin underneath her hands instead of her long sleeved fabric sleep shirt, her eyes widened. She looked down at her body discovering that she was completely naked. No bra, no panties. "Where are my clothes? I never sleep natural… well unless I've just had sexual intercourse with a man," her mind was racing. Walking across the room to adjust the temperature, she stubbed her toe as she tripped over something. As Temperance took a large step in an attempt to balance herself and keep from falling, her uninjured foot stepped on something cold, hard, and somewhat pokey sending her tumbling to the carpeted floor. "Ow! What the…?" she cried out crumpled on the ground, rubbing her feet. Tempe's heart stopped (or at least she felt like it did) when she heard a deep, male-sounding, voice groan. Not having any recollection of inviting a man to her home the previous night, she stayed out of sight on the floor until she heard his deep, even breaths, signaling he'd succumbed to sleep.

Kneeling on the floor, she poked her head up, straining to get a glimpse of the stranger in her bed. As the man's face came into view, her nausea increased. Not only was the man not a stranger, but she was also not in her bedroom. "Well, that explains some things," she whispered. She'd never been in this part of his house, so she took advantage and looked around from her spot on the floor. It was nicely decorated in a sort of modern style. It was then she noticed what exactly caused her to trip only moments before. "So, that's what it was!" she thought to herself as she stared at his shirt strewn a few feet away. She sighed irritatingly as she glared at his belt and belt buckle, realizing this is what brought her crashing to the floor.

Deciding it was best to get the hell out of there, she began slowly and quietly crawling around on the floor looking for her clothes. She'd been able to find everything… well almost everything. As Temperance continued scurrying around searching for her missing articled of clothing, her panties, she heard him begin to stir. Knowing she had to be out of there before he woke up and saw her, she forfeited her panty search. "If I couldn't find them, he mostly likely won't either. If he does, I'm sure he's a very sexual person, so hopefully he won't know whose panties they are. Either way, he won't know their mine since he's never seen them," she rationalized in her head as she slipped her socks and shoes on. "Won't he know they're yours because of last night?" her subconscious argued. "He might suspect, but I'll never claim them. It'll be fine!" she told herself.

Finally dressed (well, minus her underwear), she slowly stood up and eyed the room, searching for her purse. With it nowhere in sight, she thought, "The rational place it would be is the living room." Reaching the door that separated his bedroom from his living room, she turned around and glanced at him one last time. "How could I let this happen? Well, given your current physical state, I'm guessing you got extremely inebriated last night. That's no excuse to… to… to do THIS!" she argued with herself again. Her eyes were beginning to water with the thought that their partnership and friendship was now ruined. "Well there's no actual evidence that we had sex. Sure, both our clothes were scattered around the floor, but that could just mean that we participated in foreplay. Yes, that's definitely what happened. If we had had sex, I would remember! And if I don't remember, maybe he won't either." She thought, trying to calm herself down. Tempe left his room in search for the last item she needed in order to leave.

Temperance found it lying on the ground near his couch. Leaving, she opened his front door and stepped out, realizing that it was not morning, but the middle of the night. The moon still shone brightly in the sky. As she closed his door, she whispered, "Bye Booth" and began walking towards the street in search of cab wondering what Monday would bring.

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xo,

Laura