Been way too long since I updated it, and I hate people who never finish stories, and I realized I was becoming one of those people, so I got my ass into gear and wrote this for you. I'm uncertain as to whether there's going to be another chapter, want to tell me if you want one? If you want me to write another chapter for this, let me know, cause after so long neglecting you guys I decided I should aim to make you happy.

I love you all for reviewing and I'm so sorry for not updating before.

Brennan sat on the edge of the bath her eyes blurring as she stared at the white stick lying on the counter. Two lines crossed the display window and she shivered, her eyes filling rapidly with tears. She supposed she always knew, just after it happened, she knew but she was too scared to do anything about it except test and fool herself into thinking it was false positive. She had been so wrapped up in convincing herself that it was a false positive that she never really planned what to do if it turned out to be a true positive.

What scared her the most was whether Booth knew about it, whether he knew that what had happened had resulted in this. A chilling thought struck her and she let out a low moan of terror, the blood freezing in her veins and the tears she had managed to hold at bay finally slipped down over her cheeks.

She didn't know whose baby it was. Desperately, she searched her memory banks, the night it happened still fuzzy and the details uncertain. She heard the front door click and hurriedly wrapped the test in tissue and hid it carefully behind the cistern, her hands trembling as she washed them under the cool tap. She could hear Booth in the other room, his footsteps in her kitchen as he walked in, whistling to himself. Flushing water over her face and drying it carefully, she stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door cautiously as she did so.

Booth smiled as he saw her, opening his arms and folding her inside them. She forced herself to relax, the burden of knowing resting heavily in her mind. She smiled a perfectly believable fake smile and hugged him tightly; her hands looping round to hold him firmly. He looked down at her, his brow creasing.

'You're doing it again.' He told her, holding onto her as she tried to escape his embrace.

'Doing what?' she asked him, removing herself from his arms and stepping back so that she could watch his face, observe him. She suddenly felt a lurch in her stomach but pushed it down, concentrating solely on Booth as he stood in front of her, arms folded.

'Deflecting. Hiding. What's wrong, Tempe?' she shook her head suddenly, unable to stop herself making a movement.

'Nothing.' inside her chest, her heart was screaming at her to confess what she knew, to yell at Booth and then sob in his arms so that he understood her feelings and what was going on in secret inside her body. She forced the feeling of helplessness away and just shook her head again, reiterating the point.

'Nothing's wrong, Booth, why would anything be wrong?' he kissed her on the lips and she didn't respond at all, her mind wandering away from the room.

'There, something is definitely wrong here.' He stated and she inadvertently looked away at the floor, a curtain of hair sweeping over her face. He sighed and walked away from her, running a hand tiredly over his face in exasperation.

'Why won't you tell me what's wrong, Tempe, it can't be that bad.' she shuddered and longed to tell him that yes, it could be that bad.

'I'm fine.' she told him rigidly, biting down hard on her lip until she tasted the sharp metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Booth came up behind her and buried his face in her hair, hands circling her stomach. She realised, with a sickening jolt that sent sweat rolling down her body, that her stomach already was firm and curved gently in the characteristic way. Her head hurt and she mentally reprimanded herself for not noticing before. How the hell did she not notice before? She practically screamed pregnant from all angles. Booths hands pressing on her stomach made her feel uncomfortable, so she breathed in, willing the baby to move back and away from him. Mercifully he seemed not to notice and let go of her, kissing the top of her head gently.

'You look tired.' he told her softly. 'Tired and sick.' she closed her eyes, emphasising the huge dark circles under them and he wrapped an arm around her waist. 'Here, just rest tonight, you don't look yourself.' he kissed her gently. 'Sleep, Tempe. Goodnight.' she kissed him softly and then he left, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Brennan let the tears flow freely then and dragged herself to her bedroom, lying face down and crying earnestly into her pillows. She was alone, yet somehow that was worse.

oOo

Brennan closed her eyes and pushed open the door to Angela's apartment, using the key Hodgins and Angela had given her when they'd moved in together. Angela appeared, bleary eyed and wrapped up tightly in her dressing gown.

'Sweetie?' Angela sensed immediately that something was wrong, not that it was difficult, and the amount of tears pouring down Brennan's face could have given it away immediately. Angela folded Brennan into her arms and held her there tightly, stroking her back as her friend broke down in her arms. Brennan sobbed, huge heaving sobs being ripped from her body that made her shake and cling to Angela as tight as she could.

'I'm sorry.' Brennan whispered. 'I had nowhere else to go.'

'What about home, Sweetie?' Brennan shook her head and felt Angela slacken her grip around her shoulders.

'I'm sorry.' Brennan held tightly to Angela, but when the younger Hispanic woman let go, she stepped back.

'What's wrong, Bren?' Brennan shook her head, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand for a moment and then looked up at Angela, a pitiful look on her face.

'I'm... I...' Brennan floundered, uncertain of how to proceed. Angela kissed her forehead.

'Tell me.' Brennan nodded, steeling herself and placed her hands flat on her stomach.

'I... You know... When... When you made that map, for my case...' Angela nodded. 'I... I was raped.' Brennan took a deep breath in and ignored the gasp from Angela.

'Sweetie... Are you... Are you pregnant?' Brennan closed her eyes and nodded.

'That's not it though... I... Booth and I engaged in sexual activity that night. I don't know whose baby it is.' She heard Angela gasp and then felt her best friend's arms wrapping around her as she crumpled.

'Oh, Sweetie.' Angela held Brennan as she cried and gently rubbed circles through the smooth and thin material of her jumper. Brennan clung tightly to Angela; her hands claw like and tight around the wrists of her closest friend.

'I didn't know where else to go.' She whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes and on her cheeks as Angela held her tightly, holding her hand and wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she shivered. 'What do I do?' She whispered, the answer appearing far away and distant. Nothing made sense any more.

'Tell Booth, Sweetie, he needs to know.' Brennan closed her eyes and was unable to stop a small moan of terror escaping her and clung ever tighter the Angela's hands.

'But what if it's not his? What then?' Angela soothed Brennan cautiously, wrapping an arm around her friend and hoping that the tremors in her own body wouldn't reflect into Brennan's.

'Just tell him, Sweetie. He has a right to know.' Brennan nodded, her tearstained face giving away exactly how she felt in those short moments where the two friends felt connected. Brennan took a deep breath in and let go of Angela, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

'I suppose, as a potential father, he has a right to know.' Brennan mused, her rational thinking returning now that the hormone rush had evaporated and the tears had dried on her cheeks. Angela nodded and stroked Brennan's shoulders, her hands moving up to brush the hair out of her face and tease out a few tangles.

'Sweetie, how far along are you?' Brennan paused, her heart going into palpitations as she performed a few calculations in her head.

'About three months. Oh god Ange I never meant for this to happen. I should have taken the emergency contraceptive. I'm so stupid!' Angela hugged Brennan and whispered gently into her ear.

'You didn't know this was going to happen. It's not your fault, okay?' Brennan nodded.

'Ange... I need to go and think. Thank you for being here. I appreciate it.' Angela smiled at her best friend.

'You're welcome, any time Sweetie.'

oOo

Brennan paused on the threshold of the office, her mouth dry and her heart racing. The small plaque on the door read: L Sweets, Psychiatrist.
She placed her hand flat on the door handle and pushed down before she could talk herself out of it, the sweat on her palms making the smooth brushed steel door handle slick under them. She pushed down and against, the door opening smoothly and revealing the young psychiatrist sat at his desk, his head down as he read a file and signed something. She cleared her throat and he looked up, a look of surprise flitting across his face.

'Doctor Brennan... I wasn't expecting you.' She smiled weakly, her eyes brimming as she closed the door and leant against it, using the thick wooden door to support her weight. Sweets rushed forwards with a tissue and touched her arm gently.

'Doctor Brennan, what's wrong?' She pushed her hair out of her face and wiped the tears away with the tissue he had supplied.

'Sweets, I came here for advice. Not for some psychological input as to how my mind works or how revolutionising my way of thinking could change my life. I just need a bit of friendly advice.' Sweets looked confused.

'Wouldn't you normally go to Booth for this kind of thing?' Brennan felt her eyes well up and Sweets looked askance at her.

'I'm guessing this has something to do with Agent Booth.' She nodded, her hands trembling.

'That night I got raped, when we came to you for advice, when I needed help...' Sweets waited patiently. 'I'm pregnant.' He stepped back in shock, his eyes wide.

'So why did you come here, Doctor Brennan?'

'I need some advice. The thing is, this baby could be Agent Booth's. I don't know what to do.' She sat down on the sofa, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her forehead on them.

'Are you saying you and Agent Booth had sex before you got raped?' Brennan nodded.

'I was so paranoid about getting pregnant that I took a test a few days after and convinced myself successfully that it was a false positive. Turns out it wasn't.' Sweets came and sat next to her, on edge and uncertain what to do.

'You have to tell him, Doctor Brennan, no matter what the consequences are.' Brennan nodded slowly and wiped her eyes with her hands.

'That's what Angela said and I am inclined to believe her.' She felt suddenly angry at herself and shook her head savagely. 'Why do I keep crying? It's pathetic!' Sweets soothed her with a couple of quiet scientific words.

'You have a hormonal imbalance; it's causing you to be tearful. It's a natural part to the pregnancy process.' She sighed and sat normally, placing her hands flat on her stomach and stroking the slight curve where her baby was growing steadily.

'What if it isn't Booth's... What if it's his...' she whispered, almost to herself. 'I'll be carrying a monster.' Sweets touched her hand and she looked up, her eyes see with fear.

'Brennan, it doesn't matter who the father is; it's the way you raise this child that will determine what it's like in the future. The parentage doesn't matter. You're the prime example of this. Your whole family are criminals and then there's you, a forensic anthropologist who is fighting crime and saving lives. The parentage doesn't matter.' She shivered.

'I need to know. Before I tell Booth, before I take any action, I have to know.' Sweets paused, a frown furrowing his usually smooth brow.
'To perform an in womb DNA test is dangerous for both the mother and the foetus. It can cause a spontaneous miscarriage and cause severe mental and physical trauma to the mother and foetus. It can even result in birth defects.' Brennan paused and looked at him, crossing her hands protectively over her stomach.

'I... I believe I am too attached to this baby to risk that happening to it. I... I think I love it a lot. Despite the parentage.' Sweets touched her arm gently and she started. 'I believe Booth needs to know. I think he needs to know that I may be carrying his child.' Her eyes were glassy with tears.

'It's your choice, Brennan.' She sighed, a low brittle sound that resonated around in the space.

'It's not rational to be scared. I shouldn't be scared.' Sweets leaned back in his chair and observed her as she struggled with her emotions that were threatening to drown her.

'What is rational and what isn't doesn't affect how we feel.' He told her sombrely. She nodded, her entire body quaking.

'Thank you, Sweets.' Calm now, Brennan stood and gently smoothed her shirt, incredibly conscious of the slight bump on her usually toned abdomen. He smiled and waved a hand.

'My pleasure. Good luck.' She nodded and then turned to the door, placing a hand on the door handle, her fingers curling over the brushed chrome once more.

oOo

Booth flipped open his phone to hear slight breathing, that almost seemed panicky and worried, tense.

'Booth.' He quickly answered, before the increased breathing began to freak him out too much.

'It's Brennan.' He heard his partner's voice on the other end of the phone and relaxed.

'You sound panicked.' He stated simply, injecting tenderness into his voice and relaxing almost subconsciously.

'I...' On the other end of the phone, Brennan twisted her hands and ran them through her hair in quick and panicked movements. There was a heavy silence on the other end as Booth waited for what she was going to say.
'Booth I really need to talk to you.' She finished lamely, running her hands through her hair in a stressed fashion, her fingers twining in the stray strands. He replied evenly, not showing the worry in his voice, or making his voice tremble at all.

'What's wrong, Tempe?' There are some phrases people don't want to hear, and 'I need to talk to you' is one of them.

'I can't say... I can't. Booth I... I just need to talk to you.' She was nearly crying in apprehension and worry, her hands working against her temples in an effort to stop herself from losing her resolve and becoming a pathetic excuse for a human being. Booth felt his palms sweat but still managed to keep his voice steady.

'Okay, Bren I'll be there in ten minutes, as soon as I can. I... I wonder if it's bad.' Brennan didn't answer and he felt the panic rising like a bubble in his chest, threatening to burst and leave him with a sickly sensation of falling.

'I...' Brennan put the phone down and sat down on her sofa, the sick feeling rising in her chest and threatening to engulf her. She sat still, the panicky feeling that had risen now roaring in her ears and setting her pulse racing. The sick feeling that had started in her chest had continued to rise and was now in her stomach, so bad that she felt sweat break out on her forehead and bile rise in her throat. There was a tentative tap on the door and Brennan opened it, a sick feeling rising deep in her chest. Booth opened it; his face creased in deep folds of worry and as he went to wrap and hold her in his arms she jerked away, tears rolling slowly down her cheeks.

'Bones, what's wrong?' She shook her head; dislodging more tears and making him step forward, gripping her forearms in his strong hands. 'Tempe? Tempe, talk to me.' The compassion in his voice made her weak at the knees and suddenly she couldn't hold back anything she wanted to.

'I… Seeley…' He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her lips and her cheeks, holding her arms tightly and not letting go.

'Temperance, whatever's happened can't be that bad. It's okay, just calm down.'

'Seeley… you don't know… you don't know…' He gently touched her waist.

'I won't if you don't tell me.' She leaned forwards and kissed him gently.

'Please forgive me. Please.' She whispered with an edge of her voice breaking as she stepped backwards in a bid to escape his hands. He looked at her, his deep brown eyes pulling at her, begging her to tell her what was going on. He saw the tiniest flicker of doubt in her eyes, the slight roll of her shoulders as she straightened her back, and he knew it was bad.

'Bones, just be quiet a moment, just stop thinking. I love you, okay? Whatever it is, I'll be fine. Just tell me, Tempe.'

'Booth, I made a stupid mistake and I am so sorry, just a stupid mistake that landed me here, in this mess. I… I should have… I…' She had the words formed, in perfect scientific accuracy in her mind, but her tongue faltered and she couldn't get them out. Booth stood awkwardly, his mind racing ahead and his face reflecting the web of confusion he was trying to untangle in his thoughts.

'Tempe, baby, talk to me.' Brennan's eyes were filled up again and she dipped her head down, wiping them on her sleeve.

'Booth, I never took the emergency contraceptive. I never had the time. I never had the chance… And now… now…' Her mouth shut again and this time when she dropped her head, she didn't look back up.

'You're pregnant aren't you.' His voice was cold, yet not angry, simply factual and straight. It wasn't a question.

'Yes. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' He stepped forward and held her tightly, gently rubbing her arms as she was racked with sobs, her whole body shaking and heaving.

'It's okay, I got you, I got you baby.' Then a thought struck him, and it seemed to have come from her as she froze a moment before he did.

'Seeley, I don't know whose baby it is.' Her voice was muffled, hardly able to be heard above even his slight breath. Booth held her tightly against him, reassuring her with quiet muffled words into her hair.

'Bones it's okay. It doesn't matter.' Booth was concerned when she jumped backwards, colour rising in her cheeks and her eyes wide.

'Booth you don't get it! It does! It matters! Because otherwise… if it's not yours… this baby will be a monster. I'll be giving birth to a monster!' Tears were streaming in torrents down her face and her chest was heaving, a red flush racing over her cheeks and down her neck. Booth stepped forwards and grabbed her hand, gripping it tightly and not letting go until she calmed down, reaching forwards and holding onto him, clinging to his arms in a vice grip that he couldn't dislodge.

'No you won't. Because it doesn't matter to me. Whoever this baby's father is, I'll bring it up as mine, and it won't be a monster. Not with us as parents. I'm here with you, Bren, I love you.' She held on to him as though the world was tearing them apart and the spies were collapsing around them, tears flooding both of their eyes and rolling down their cheeks. They kissed one another, tears mingling and Booth running a hand over Brennan's stomach gently, hand splayed over the gentle curve.

'I love you.' She whispered breathlessly, her voice no longer trembling as Booth held her tightly in his arms.

Urmm yeah, that's kinda it, unless you want another chapter. Let me know (: