A/N: Wow! This chapter took me forever to write! I just wanted it to be perfect. This whole story started when I first imagined this scene so you can see why I wanted it to be perfect, exactly like I imagined it. OK, this is now EXACTLY how I imagined it but it's close. One more thing, since I started writing this story BEFORE season 3 started, nothing except one event will be taking into account (you'll see what I mean further in this chapter). Now, I hope you like it! Happy reading! :-)
The word had stung her deep, his cold tone almost freezing her to the core. She'd heard it before, this coolness in his tone that told her she had accidentally hurt his feelings. But it couldn't be that today. She couldn't have hurt his feelings? Had she? Why?
She hadn't expected him to react the way he had, he knew that. But how else could he have reacted? She had announced to him that she was pregnant. His partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan, the person who claimed loud and clear that she didn't want to have children, was carrying a child, one that wasn't even hers. To use her words, it was irrational. Something didn't add up. Did she even realize the implications of her decision? Had she logically made that decision? Was there some logical path that he just couldn't see?
He'd tried to keep his expression blank as he had battled his mixed emotions about the news but the look in her eyes had told him she'd seen right through him. He had congratulated her, somewhat coldly, before stirring the subject away from her surprising pregnancy. They had talked a bit more about what had happened in the warehouse and what was to happen next. She had stayed until the end of the conversation before standing up, stating that she was needed back at the lab. He hadn't said anything more, and she'd left. The clock hanging on the wall beside the window had shown 11:58 pm.
He had slept lightly, the wounds in his body along with his partner's news keeping him from getting a good night sleep. He'd tossed around in his hospital bed, wincing slightly as he moved, the white blankets suddenly making him feel captive of his own bed. The next morning, he had expected her to stop by on her way to work. She hadn't.
A week had passed and the mixed emotions were still there. He had stayed away from the Jeffersonian, thinking spending time away from her would help the feelings to go away. Instead of fading away, they had stayed just the same and now, a new case was bringing him back to the lab.
His eyes instinctively scanned the platform as he walked in but his partner was nowhere to be seen. He felt his muscles relax and, swiping his card, he jogged up the sitars to the platform, in search of Cam.
"Well that was kind of rude."
The sound of her voice made him stop in his tracks. He turned around, slowly. There she was, standing mere feet in front of him, brown eyes bearing into his own chocolate ones. He held her gaze, almost defiantly.
"Is Cam around?" he asked, the edge in his voice obvious.
"I spoke to Brennan," Angela replied, ignoring his question. "She told me about how you reacted when she told you she was pregnant. From what I heard, you weren't very supportive."
He felt the anger rising inside him. He chuckled, disbelievingly.
"This is between Bones and I, Angela. I need to talk to Cam. Do you know where she is?"
Again, Angela ignored his question.
"Unfortunately, Booth, the baby Brennan is carrying is mine which kind of makes it my business."
"Fine, I'll just find Cam myself." Booth said before spinning around and walking away.
"You're just angry because you thought that if Brennan ever got pregnant, it would be with your child."
The statement hit him like a tidal wave. Momentarily stunned, he stopped in his tracks and turned around once again. Her eyes twinkled in satisfaction. His jaw clenched in anger. Booth forced himself to take a deep breath.
"You don't even know what you're talking about."
In a few steps, he had reached her. His heart raced madly inside his chest, blood pumping furiously in his temples, his fists were clenched tight at his side and the mixed emotions he had been experiencing seemed suddenly clear as water. Yes, he was angry, but not for the reason Angela had just mentioned.
"She thought this through, Booth." Angela replied, staring right back into his angry eyes. "We didn't force her into anything. She agreed to do this for us."
"Why couldn't you just go for adoption, huh? Leave your best friend out of it?"
Tension filled the air. Several technicians had stopped working and stole tentative glances at their coworkers feet away.
"There are things you just can't understand and I don't need to explain myself to you, Booth. Hodgins and I made a decision, Brennan agreed to help. End of story. You don't even know what it's like not to be able to have a child."
"Maybe not, but I sure as hell know what it's like to have one though. Never in a million years would I be able to give up Parker willingly. The problem with you Squints is that you think she is made of stone. You think that Bones is able to easily get through whatever life throws at her, but there are things too great to go through them without scarring, Angela. This is one of them. I don't know how she logically made her way to that decision but she will get attached to that baby whether any of you like it or not."
"Is there a problem here?"
Angela remained silent and Booth took a step back. He turned to Hodgins, who's eyes bore the same coldness that had shown previously in the artist's eyes. Silence had fallen over the examination platform.
"I just hope she doesn't get too hurt by all of this."
Glaring one more time at Angela, Booth climbed down the stairs.
"Tell me Cam I'll want my results by the end of the day!" he shouted.
The sliding doors opened and Booth stepped out of the lab.
Angela and Hodgins stared at each other, stunned.
The sound of metal screeching made him look up. Max didn't seem surprised to see him which made Booth wonder if he wasn't already aware of his daughter's condition. Booth stood up, politely.
"Agent Booth, you're making this a bi-weekly ritual." Max said, smiling.
Both men sat down at the table.
"Two visits in one week? Didn't know you liked me that much, Booth." Max added, chuckling at his own joke.
Max simply nodded.
"And this doesn't surprise you in any way?"
Max ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat.
"A little bit, I have to admit. Proud is what I'm feeling, really. She came to see me a few weeks ago to ask me for advice. She wasn't sure if she should or should not carry a child for her best friend. What's her name?"
"Angela. She works at the Jeffersonian."
"Yes, I remember her from my trial. So, she made her decision, I see."
Again, the coldness. Max nodded but remained silent. Booth stared at him, in disbelief.
"You agree with what she's doing?"
"I'm guessing by your tone that you are not."
"Of course I'm not."
What was wrong with everybody? Didn't they know Bones at all? Couldn't they see that this was not a good situation for her to be in?
Getting to his feet, he began pacing the small room.
"Last year, I watched her give up a baby she had only been taking care of for two weeks. I watched her take care of him, feed him, change his diaper, putting him to sleep. She asked our colleague to find him the best doctor in the world for his genetic condition. I watched as she handed him over to his new foster family, saw the pain in her eyes, and felt her sadness on our way back to DC. I am not going to watch her hand over an infant she has been carrying for nine months."
"Booth, sit down."
The agent stopped pacing, and faced his partner's father. Reluctantly, he obeyed and sat back down.
"Temperance has made her decision and unless you want her to get an abortion, I think you're just going to have to deal with it."
Booth opened her mouth to speak but Max cut him off.
"This isn't going to be easy for her. She'll need you to stand by her side and support her. You know what a pregnancy is like. You have a child."
"I just don't want to see her get hurt."
The buzzer announced that their meeting had just ended. The metal screeched open once again and a guard stepped inside the dark room. Max stood up and followed the guard to the door. He turned around just before stepping out of the room.
"A father only wants her daughter to be safe and well taken care of."
He paused for a moment.
"I know you'll take good care of her."
Booth's gaze followed the old man as he walked out of the room. As he passed in front of the window, their eyes met. Max's words echoed in his ears.
Take good care of her.