A/N: Wow, it's been a while since I've had a one-shot idea. xD But the other day I was listening to 'Misery Business' by Paramore and it sparked an idea. So I guess you can call this a songfic? =]

It's my alternate ending to "The Man In The Wall" from season one.

Also, I copied and pasted the lyrics from a website, so feel free to tell me if they're wrong.

Also, also (xD), in the beginning of this one, I used the dialog from the episode, so I'm not taking credit for that.

"Misery Business"

A OneShot/Songfic by pleasedontstoptherainxx

Description: When Booth and Tessa break it off, Brennan sees her opportunity.

"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock
It's a matter of time before we all run out... When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth

I waited eight long months
She finally set him free
I told him I couldn't lie he was the only one for me
Two weeks and we had caught on fire
She's got it out for me but I wear the biggest smile

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now
But God does it feel so good
Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
Cause God it just feels so... It just feels so good

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change
Once a whore you're nothing more, I'm sorry, that'll never change
And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you
Looking as innocent as possible to get to who
They want and what they like it's easy if you do it right
Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now
But God does it feel so good
Cause I got him where I want him right now
And if you could then you know you would
Cause God it just feels so...

It just feels so good

I watched his wildest dreams come true
Not one of them involving you
Just watch my wildest dreams come true
Not one of them involving...

Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa, it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now
But God does it feel so good
Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
Cause God it just feels so... It just feels so good."

Booth twisted the umbrella in his drink around the glass absent mindedly, the only thing on his mind being Tessa, and the vacation he was about to be taking, alone. He'd almost forgotten his partner was sitting next to him, until he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye, and glanced at her once more.

"You know, this really isn't gonna be the type of vacation I was hoping for," he said, deciding to confide in the good doctor, even though he figured he'd regret it once she started on one of her anthropological rants.

He was half expecting to hear "anthropologically speaking," and then a bunch of nonsense, and was surprised when only one word left her mouth.

"Oh?"

Booth waited for her to continue. When he saw she wasn't going to, he proceeded to explain, even though he wasn't one hundred percent sure if she was interested.

"Tessa's not going, something came up at work," he explained.

Brennan knew that was some kind of code for saying 'Tessa and I broke up'. Angela had explained that to her once. She said if someone's excuse for not having their significant other with them was 'something came up at their job', it usually meant things either went bad or were going to in the near future.

"That's too bad, I'm sorry," Brennan tried her best to be empathetic, her stomach feeling slightly uneasy when she saw how sincerely hurt he looked, "hey," she tried to cheer him up, "I like going on vacation by myself."

"Really?" Booth asked, slightly amused by this.

"Sure, nothing wrong with being alone," she told him.

"No, I mean, you like to go on vacation?"

Brennan picked up on the tiny bit of sarcasm in his voice, growing mentally annoyed with her partner now. Here she was, trying to comfort him, and he couldn't stop himself from just being the same, sarcastic, son of a bitch that he always was. It was so Booth-like of him to quip at her when she was trying to help.

"Yeah, I go places all the time," she answered, deciding not to snap at him, since he was probably only poking fun at her because he was upset about Tessa.

"You ever just, you know, sit on the beach and pretend there's no such thing as skeletons?" He asked.

"Is that in any way fun?" She avoided answering his question.

"When was the last time you got away?"

"Got away from what?"

Booth was growing tired of all this back and forth, answering questions with questions.

"Oh, Bones," he half sighed, only pausing shortly before he continued, "you know, 'cause what usually happens to me, I think about not coming back."

Brennan looked at him, only to see that he had resumed playing with the umbrella in his drink.

"Seriously?" She asked, sincerely surprised by his confession.

"Yeah, you know, you go with someone, you joke about not going back, the two of you laugh," he explained, "but when you're alone, the world is full of possibilities."

Brennan looked at him for a long moment as he put his jacket on, wanting to reach out and grab his arm, beg him not to leave. That would be irrational though. Why was he being nice to her anyway? He was acting very out of character.

"Booth," Brennan decided to metaphorically reach out and grab him with her words, as opposed to actually grabbing him, "you and Tessa broke up, didn't you?"

Booth offered her a small, bitter, chuckle.

"Yeah," he admitted, setting the umbrella down on the bar.

"I knew Tessa wasn't going to Jamaica with you before you told me," Brennan confessed.

Booth glanced at her curiously.

"How?"

"Angela."

Booth laughed bitterly again, shaking his head at himself.

"She tells Angela before she tells me," he rolled his eyes, a bitter smile on his face as he mumbled his next words, "typical Tessa."

Brennan half smiled comfortingly at her partner.

"You deserve better," she told him, barely realizing the emotional power of what just flew out of her mouth until Booth turned his head fully to look at her, his eyes having an almost endearing sparkle behind them, "so, much better," she continued, her voice almost catching in her throat after the first word.

"Bones," he half smiled adoringly at her, "look who has a heart deep down."

"The heart is a muscle," she quickly spouted the fact, in order to break the intensity of the moment between the two of them, "and technically everyone's is in the same place, so, deep down doesn't make much sense either."

"And here we go again," Booth rolled his eyes when she spoiled the almost moment between them.

"You're angry," she observed.

"And the slowest horse crosses the finish line."

"Well being rude isn't going to get you anywhere."

"Neither is having this argument, so I'm just going to go grab a cab, and get some sleep before I have to leave for the airport tomorrow morning."

Brennan mentally cursed herself for being so socially awkward when he got up and left through the front door of Wong Fu's, leaving her there alone, with only the umbrella from his drink to keep her company. Leaving the little blue umbrella on the bar, she stood up as well, putting her jacket back on and following the same path out the door as he had only seconds prior. She practically prayed to the God that, she knew, didn't exist, that he wasn't gone already, and sighed in relief when she saw him standing on the curb, still waiting for a cab.

"Booth!" She called, trotting over to him as hastily as she could in her heels.

"What?" He asked, coldly, not turning to look at her.

Brennan chewed on the inside of her lip, unsure as to what she wanted to say. Her mind knew the basic gist of it, but she couldn't seem to form an appropriate sentence, or one that wouldn't scare him away, for that matter. She could see him growing impatient when she hesitated, only able to get the word, 'um' out of her mouth.

"Bones, spit it out," he huffed.

"I, don't have anything in my mouth."

"The words. Say whatever you wanted to tell me. But make it quick, because I'm getting this cab," Booth warned, motioning for the cab driver to pull over.

It was only when he opened the door to the taxi, threatening to leave her there, alone, again, that she was able to just blurt out the first sentence that came to mind. Placing her hand over his, where it was clutching the door handle of the taxi, she spoke quickly.

"You shouldn't be alone tonight," she blurted, seeing his pupils dilate slightly, though she took little notice, as the words just came out of her mouth, as if she'd opened the floodgate, "Tessa, she doesn't deserve you, but you deserve someone. And I know this is crazy, and not at all rational, but I think maybe I deserve someone too. But then again, I consumed a bit of alcohol in there, so maybe I'm not thinking as clearly as I normally do."

Booth had to laugh lightly at the last part, knowing she was just trying to cover her own ass incase he rejected her, or told her she was crazy. But he knew he'd be the crazy one if he even considered rejecting her. This time, things were going to be right. She wouldn't leave him there because they'd been drinking. They weren't nearly as drunk as they were the night they almost took that step. Booth knew he was thinking as clearly as ever, and, even though she said she wasn't, Brennan was just as sure as he was. Nodding towards the door, Booth opened it, and looked back at Brennan when she stood still.

"Come on," he invited.

Her pupils were the ones to dilate this time.

"Why?" She asked, her mind in a fog of desire and anticipation, rather than alcohol.

"Why?" Booth laughed at how clueless she was, "We're going to keep each other company tonight," he smiled a toothy grin at her, "like you said, we shouldn't be alone," he ducked under the roof and got into the cab, looking at Brennan, who stood frozen with her hand on the door, "Bones? You coming?"

Brennan nodded and got into the cab after him, sitting close, since she knew she was allowed to now. Never before did she sit so close to her partner that their legs brushed together, but she figured, if this night was going where she thought it was going, sitting close was one of the least intimate things that would go on in the next few hours. She jumped slightly when she felt his hand over her thigh, and peeked up at him. He was looking at her charmingly, as if asking for her approval, and Brennan's only response was putting her hand over his, her thumb stroking carefully over his knuckles as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

When the cab driver dropped them off in front of Booth's apartment building, Brennan rocked from her heels to her toes impatiently as Booth fumbled with his keys, unable to focus on the task at hand, which was simply unlocking his front door, with such a beautiful woman standing over his shoulder, waiting for him.

"Do you need assistance?" Brennan asked, when she saw how he was clumsily trying to jam his key into the lock on his door.

"No, I can do it," Booth grumbled, finally twisting the key, hearing it click before he turned the knob and opened the front door, letting Brennan in after him.

Without hesitation, Brennan reached behind her and closed the door once she was in the house, not wasting any time before starting on the buttons of her jacket, untying the waist once the buttons were finished and sliding it off her shoulders to the floor.

"Jeez, Bones, you don't waste any time do you?" Booth had to laugh at her urgency, working his jacket off his shoulders as well so they could be on the same track.

"Nobody has ever pissed me off the way you do, Booth," she growled, her own words causing her to get angry with him all over again, "you're a cocky, egotistical, son of a bitch," she reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it with more force than she needed to over his head, "but I've never felt such a strong, apparent, sexual tension with anyone the way I do with you either."

The last time Brennan saw him shirtless was when she knocked on his door with papers, and he answered it with his shirt open. For a minute that day, when she stared at his well defined chest that was visible through the parted white fabric of his dress shirt, she forgot what she went over there to do. She knew he must have noticed her staring at his stomach as she spoke about the file, doing an exceptional job at forming the words through the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, when he quickly buttoned up the shirt, bringing her attention back to the case. Did he answer the door shirtless purposely to get a rise out of her? Brennan had contemplated it, and decided then, that he did. But two could play at the teasing game. Which is why, when they went to Washington state, she made sure to flirt with every man except Booth.

"Oh, Bones," Booth whispered, sultrily, grabbing the fabric of her shirt to pull her to him, leaning down to actually kiss her for the first time that night, mumbling into her mouth when their lips parted, "that is so hot."

Normally, he'd want to take things slow, especially with Bones, but when their lips finally touched, it felt like nothing could be controlled. Their mouths crashed together, opening against each other, tongues wetly and clumsily pushing into the other's mouth, exploring the once forbidden territory, interacting with one another in a way they hadn't since their very first case together, outside the bar.

Brennan reached for the bottom of her shirt as well, only to be stopped. She whined when Booth's hands grabbed hers, bringing her efforts to a halt, completely unaware that they were moving back towards the wall until she felt her back against it. Growing annoyed, she tried to shake her hands out of his, feeling him let go, only to slide his carefully up the fabric of her shirt. His hands were cold, and rough, but she loved the feeling of them against her skin.

"Booth," she whispered breathlessly, when his lips slid from hers, leaving sloppy kisses up and down the line of her jaw, reaching down to run her hands over his forearms.

"Patience is a virtue, Bones," he reminded her, taking the bottom of her shirt to gently pull it over her head.

"Are you going to call me Bones in bed?" She asked, holding her arms over her head to assist him in removing her shirt.

"Probably," he told her, honestly, tossing the shirt into the corner to make a semi-neat, barely noticeable pile of their shirts, "but I guess we'll see when we get there, right?"

"Which won't be until next year if you keep moving so agonizingly slow."

"Patience-"

"Is a virtue, I know."

Booth smiled proudly down at his 'student'.

"Look who's catching on? You're a good student, Bones," he praised, pressing feather light kisses down to the base of her neck.

"I'm saying what I need to say to get you moving towards that bedroom faster," she told him, shamelessly, pressing her hands against his shoulders to push him forward, "Booth, you don't know how long I've wanted this. Since we met. Since the day we met, Booth. I can't say that about any other man I've slept with."

Brennan whimpered when she felt his teeth scape gently down the side of her neck, soothing the skin by kissing back over the same path.

"God, Seeley, I want you," she mumbled incoherently, closing her eyes as her head pressed back against the wall.

Booth groaned when she used his first name, disconnecting his lips from her skin, hearing a small noise of protest from Brennan before he grabbed her face between his hands.

"Bones," he whispered, feeling her hands move up to wrap around his forearms, "tell me this isn't just tonight. That this isn't just a quick way to get your rocks off."

"No, never," she whispered back, barely aware of what she was agreeing to as she shook her head the best she could when he was holding her face.

"Promise me," he pressed his forehead against hers, their panting breaths synchronized by this point.

"I swear," she let go of his arms to run her hands down his chest, "I promise."

Brennan could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she pulled the covers on her partner's bed up to her shoulders, laughing lightly when she felt him roll over to nuzzle the skin of her cheek affectionately, his arms finding their way around her waist.

"Hi," Brennan whispered meekly, having to laugh at the awkwardness of her greeting.

After making love to her partner for hours, three times to be exact, the only thing she could say was 'hi'? She figured it was at least a change in pace, since the only words that had been leaving her mouth for the past few hours were 'Seeley' and 'oh, yes'.

"Hi," Booth mimicked her greeting playfully, smiling a radiant smile at her.

Brennan put her hand over his chest, able to feel his heart beat through his overheated skin.

"You're amazing," he told her, his fingers tracing her spine gingerly.

"So are you," she admitted, "best mate I've had in a while."

"Just in a while?" He asked, playfully.

"Don't push it," Brennan warned, only joking with him the way he was with her, "so are you glad you didn't go to Jamaica with Tessa?"

"Now I am. Maybe that was fate that Tessa and I broke up."

"I still don't believe in fate."

"And I still do. I guess some things never change."

Brennan's smile faded as she looked at him seriously.

"Are things going to change?" She asked, "For us?"

"Of course they are," he furrowed an eyebrow in confusion, "but for the better. We'll still do everything we used to, like go to Wong Fu's and bicker about stupid things, but, instead of just being annoyed at each other afterwards, we get to have hot make-up sex."

Brennan rolled her eyes playfully as he laughed, kissing her cheek softly.

"Still the same Booth. Never takes anything seriously."

"Still the same Bones. A pain in the ass."

Brennan rolled her eyes as she pressed her head to his chest, closing her eyes in contentment.

"Can I tell you something?" She asked.

"Sure, go for it."

"I would have gone to Jamaica with you if you would have asked," she filled him in, "I wanted you to ask, but you didn't."

"I didn't think you'd want to," he told her, honestly, "but, now that I know, next time

I go on vacation, I'll make sure to invite you."

"You better," Brennan joked, pressing a soft kiss to his chest as she pulled the covers over her head.

Booth lifted the covers to look down at her, hearing her laugh lightly as she peeked up at him, popping back out from under the blankets he held up for her to rest her head back against the base of his neck, her fingers wandering over his torso. He laughed at this new side of Brennan, liking how playful and almost childlike she was in their sexual afterglow.

Both of them were too focused on each other to hear the front door open. The only time they noticed that someone else was in the house was when Booth's bedroom door opened a crack, letting in some of the artificial light from the hallway. The room, which was previously only lit by moonlight, became a tiny bit lighter when the door opened, a voice making both of them jump and pull the blanket up to make sure they were covered.

"Seeley, I think I left my watch here, sorry to bother y-Oh, God! I'm sorry!" Tessa stuttered, when she saw the two partners in bed together, feeling a feeling of jealousy nip at the bottom of her stomach, "I'm so sorry, I-I didn't expect you to have company."

Tessa tried to keep her eyes off the two of them as she walked hastily over to the night stand, her cheeks only growing hotter when she saw the condom box tossed carelessly on the floor, the small packets scattered around the same night stand that contained her watch.

"Sorry, Seeley," she mumbled, mortified, as she put the watch back around her wrist, using her right hand to push her thick blonde hair over one shoulder, "I'm, gonna go now."

Before she left, Brennan could see Tessa glance at them one last time, giving Brennan one of those looks that practically screamed, 'you're so lucky I don't have a gun in my hand'. But when she saw the dirty look Tessa gave her, Brennan had to laugh. Tessa, in Brennan's mind, was getting what she deserved. She let go of Booth, and Brennan took her opportunity. All that waiting finally paid off, and the look on Tessa's face just made it that much more satisfying.

"What are you laughing at?" Booth asked, laughing, only because Brennan was.

Brennan contemplated telling him what she found so amusing, but decided to keep that one under her hat.

"Nothing," she assured him, looking up at him through her eyelashes as she smiled softly, "nothing at all."