I am trying out a different type of story than I'm use to writing. I wanna see how well I can write angst, there are a lot of great stories on here that have it and my stories always lie on the more romantic/smutty side so I'm trying something new. If it sucks I can always go back to what I'm somewhat good at.

Warning: This is a Bones type story, there will be moments where it may be totally out of character and some that are very much in character. There will also be copious amounts of cursing (I am a sailor, it's kind of a second language). Not sure if there will be smut but knowing me there is a good chance, and I really have no idea where this story is going so if you read this and like it, HELP and give me ideas to keep it going!!

And I just listed some of the main things that would cause an emotional break down, it would take forever to list everything and how it affected her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my weird imagination.

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People can only hold in and deny so much emotion till one day something happens to bring everything up to the surface, and when that occurs, things are always said and done that you wish never were.

Temperance Brennan always thought she was good at 'compartmentalizing' things. When she was fifteen she dealt with her parent's disappearance and brother's abandonment, learning at an early age how to hide away the pain.

Through the years going from school to school, foster home to foster home she had little faith in people and trusted no one. When she graduated high school and went off to college she felt relieved, something steady and solid to build social and educational skills upon as an adult. She found out really fast that the social aspect of school was not in her best interest and focused more on the educational, which lead her straight into the arms of her shady professor Michael Stries.

Like all the other men in her life that followed Stries they betrayed her in one way or another. In his case he turned out to be a hypocritical bastard that went against everything she ever believed her beloved Anthropology to be and straight up lied in the court of law. After pretty much telling him to go fuck himself, she 'compartmentalized' and hide her feelings away, pretending everything was alright and she was fine.

Fine, stands for Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. That was her alright, especially when she trusted a supposed friend and FBI Agent that kidnapped her and was about to murder her and feed her to the dogs…literally. Case and point again in her life, don't trust anyone except yourself. That time she was moments away from being mutilated for trusting someone just because they had a badge and seemed ok.

Things aren't always what they seem…well no shit Sherlock! Try finding your mothers remains in limbo after being missed for almost seventeen years, then finding out that your parents weren't who they said they were. They were actually criminals that robbed banks, changed their names when the shit hit the fan, then drove off one day because they thought it was "protecting" them. Then on top of that, you solve your mother's murder, reunited with your long lost brother then hear a message from your supposedly dead father on your answering machine telling you to stop looking for him.

Bottle that deep down inside as well….

Let's see what's next on this emotional rollercoaster of life... Oh yeah, the gravedigger. How could I forget being buried in a small car with an injured friend with a limited amount of oxygen? But they were saved so the emotional turmoil that was awaiting her has yet again been pushed down till another day.

Another romantic involvement with a psycho that murdered his own brother and could hear a witch talking to him and telling him to do things! Can you say Crazy??

And let's not forget Mr. Epps shall we. After disgusting her by touching her with his "creepy serial killer hands" she decided to break his wrist. Only to be tormented months later…escaping prison, chopping off heads, cutting out hearts. Messing with her partner's son, almost killing a colleague. He did some real damage to her world; she wished her partner would have let her shoot him instead of him accidentally dropping Epps from her balcony.

After that came the romantic involvement with Agent Timothy Sullivan. It was meant to be just a leisurely fuck and good company. She really didn't want all the strings and things like he did but when she agreed to have an actual relationship he turns around and sails off in the misty morning not understanding that there are things in her life that she needs to remain sane and he just wasn't one of them.

Then oh joy…the father returns, impersonating a man of the church not telling her who he really is, then later tells her then runs away with her brother that she just reunited with.

A normal person would have asked for anti-depressants by now.

Father later returns turning himself in, but not before gutting and burning a few people on some poles first to 'protect' his family again. Then telling her that he wants to start over and try to be a good father to her, swearing to never leave again.

She let some of that emotion surface at his trial, when her partner said to "put the brain in neutral and put the heart into overdrive." She gave the jury a plausible story that gave them doubt of her father committing the murders (even though everyone knew he did). She just wanted her family back.

Which leads us to now, the two ultimate betrayals to our beloved Dr.'s life.

The first one started out as a night of fun after closing a case, she let her guard down and open herself up to have a little fun with her friends. She can still hear the shot ringing in her ears and see her partner fall to the ground at her feet. After being pronounced dead she tried her hardest to bury the pain away, to let it just die along with him. So she went home and cried then got up the next day and went right back to work as if nothing had happened.

She didn't want to go to the funeral; she had pushed all the painful feelings deep down and had 'compartmentalized' her feelings and just wanted to work. Angela had to pull the best friend card and said she needed her there at the funeral to help her through it so she went.

Seeing her partner alive and well, fighting with some man at his own funeral killed every sad feeling she ever felt on the subject and replaced it with anger. After knocking out the bad guy with the dummy arm she decided to let her partner have it and released her feelings of anger, or in the words of their therapist passion, she knocked his ass to the ground with a mean right hook.

She forgave him eventually, or so she told him. There was no use fighting over the matter anymore, it was like beating a dead horse what's done is done and now there left with feelings of mistrust and betrayal.

If being lied to and betrayed by one partner wasn't enough finding out that your long time assistant and friend was an accomplice to a demented cannibal and murder somebody is. That took the cake right there. She felt not only betrayed but used and played like a dummy. Her friend used his resources to aide in the destruction, and theft at the lab and ended up injuring not only himself but another friend.

She couldn't hide the feelings away anymore, not in her books and not in the deepest darkest corners of her mind. They had hit the breaking point and the expression when it rains it pours…Well its pouring and it's all pouring out on the one common denominator in all of this, the one person who has been there to see everything and has been the cause of much of her grief.

"BOOTH!"

"Bones look all I'm saying is that a little vacation to help clear your head will be good for you. It's been a rough year on all of us but you the most, just…"

"Don't sit here and lecture me about what I need, you have no idea what I need."

"You need to stop yelling at me and stop with the bitchy attitude." He huffed.

Thank god for his quick reflexes as a very thick book was hurled at his head.

"HEY! Stop throwing shit at me. Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes as a matter of fact I have!" She yells throwing another book at him, hitting him in the chest.

"OW…stop it Bones. What is wrong with you?"

"YOU! You are what's wrong with me. Always telling me what to do, how to feel how to act. YOU…and all you noble and honorable bull shit that you don't even abide by and lie to your partner. What is your deal Booth? Sit around and watch all these bad things happen to me and try to be my knight in shinning armor to swoop down to my rescue right before I break. Then if there isn't anything wrong going on in my life you always stir up some drama to get on my last damn nerve just so you can get a rise out of me. Well are you happy??? Are you liking the rise your getting out of me now you bastard?"

"No…and I don't do any of those things you just said. I've only tried to be your friend Temperance."

"BULL SHIT! Friends don't betray each other; Friends don't lie and use each other. I've had it with all this so called friendship crap."

Brennan moves away from Booth but is pulled back when he grabs a hold of her arm.

"What are you saying…that you don't want to be friends anymore? That you don't want to be my partner?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying Booth. I can't trust you, hell right now I can't even look at you now let me go and get out of my apartment." She hissed.

"NO! I'm not going to let you walk away from me…from us."

"There is no us. It's over…leave. Find a new partner because I'm done."

Booth's grip tightened around Brennan's arm and when she asked again for him to release her, the quick leg sweep was the last thing he was expecting.

"Now get out."

Booth fumed as he watched her turn her back to walk to her bedroom. He wasn't thinking and stood up and stomping over to her and wrestled her to the ground.

"Booth get the hell off me."

"No, you're going to listen to me. I'm not letting you push me away Temperance. I'm not going to leave you, your mad I know but there are other ways to deal with things you just need to let me be here for you.

She ignored his words and fought to free herself from his grasp. It only led to them rolling around on the floor with the end result of him still being on top.

"You need to deal with this and stop hiding it all away Bones." Booth panted.

"Don't." she warned trying again to free herself.

"I'm here for you. I'm always here for you."

"I can't trust you after what you did to me."

Hurt and anguish appeared in Booth's eyes as he looked down at his partner.

"You are dead to me…understand. You are just like everyone else." She seethed.

Booth wanted to strangle her, she didn't trust him anymore didn't even want him around. His face turned red with anger as his hands tightened painfully around her wrist. She never showed any signs of pain as she kept her cold demeanor.

"Fine." He whispered, releasing her wrist and standing.

"You don't want me as a friend or partner any more that's fine. Consider me dead."

With one last look he turned and wrenched the door open just to slam it shut as he walked out of her life forever.

So…what do you think?? Should I just stick to the romance and leave the angst alone? I have some ideas I can use to continue this story if it gets some good feedback. It's up to yawl now.