A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Bones fanfic. There are a lot of stories about Bones and Booth, and Angela and Hodgins, and even Cam, but there aren't that many of Wendell, and know that he has cancer, I felt it only appropriate to give him a love interest. The characters in this story are not mine. I don't own any. I'm not claiming ownership. Except for my OC.

This is not a one-shot. I want to write more chapters, but with school and color guard it gets difficult to have time to write. I apologize in advance if it takes me really long to update, but I promise there's more coming until I write "The End".

I hate that Wendell got cancer, and I wish they let him live through it. He's by far my favorite intern and he deserves love, so I'm giving him some. Brace yourselves for the pairings list: Booth/Brennan, Angela/Hodgins, Cam/Arastoo, Finn/Michelle (all pretty obvious) and the most important: Wendell/OC.

I'll keep writing as long as I know that someone cares, so I'll gladly take opinions and ideas on what might happen next. I am completely open to criticism and critique so please RxR. Thanks! Alright. Here we go!

Wendell woke up in his hospital room. It was clean and white, like every room was. He looked to his left, and saw the machines. The heart monitor, the IV machine, and table with a bottle of water he brought from home. He looked to his right and sure as day, the catheter with the chemo inside. The constant remainder that he wasn't here for a concussion or broken arm, but very potentially fatal cancer. He looked forward to see the tv in front of him, although he didn't know where the remote was.

He sighed and laid his head back, closed his eyes, and mentally reviewed every bone in the foot. He wanted to make sure that the next time he returned to the Jeffersonian he was on top of

his game, or whatever was left after the chemo.

He was so focused on that, that by the time he was done and opened his eyes, there was a woman in red scrubs next to him, looking at his IV and heart monitor. She had strawberry-blonde hair, great curves, and was a little taller than average height. Not drastic but a little. He couldn't see her face, or half of her face, but she did have stunning blue eyes, a well-proportioned face, and amazing pink lips.

She saw him notice her and smiled at him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Bray. How are you?"

Wendell tried to smile. "I'm good."

Her smiled lessened a little bit. "How's your pain on the chart with one-"

"Yeah," Wendell said cutting her off, "trust me. I know the chart. Not as bad as a mauling by a dinosaur with a spoon, but not really a field of daisies...so I'd say a 7."

She stopped messing with his IV bag and smiled at his answer. "Okay well, I'll get some more pain medication for you to help." She walked out of the room, with Wendell never taking his eyes off her.

Wendell tried to stay awake, but eventually got tired again and went back to sleep.

When Wendell woke up again, the chemo was gone, leaving just the heart monitor and a regular IV drip. His doctor, Dr. Westin was standing at the edge of the bed with the nurse from before. Dr. Westin was holding and looking at Wendell's chart, while the nurse was holding a syringe, and looking at the chart with him.

The nurse looked up and saw him. "Welcome back Mr. Bray."

Dr. Westin glanced up at Wendell. He was in his mid twenties, black hair, and was tanned. Wendell hadn't seen him without a shirt on but he was close to positive the guy had abs or some sort of glistening muscles under his clothing. "How are we today?" He spoke with an Irish accent.

Wendell looked over at the nurse, and saw the glint in her eye when he spoke. They had to be dating or married or something.

Dr. Westin looked at the nurse and smirked a little and then stopped. He coughed slightly. "Ahem. Can you up Mr. Bray's dosage by 10 mg?"

The nurse smiled. "Of course. What else am I here for?"

And with that, she left with Wendell's chart, leaving Wendell and Dr. Westin alone in the room.

"So," Dr. Westin said, "how are we doing today Mr. Bray?"

Wendell smiled a bit. "I'm fine. A bit of pain, but I've dealt with worse."

Dr. Westin walked over to the side of the bed. "Well, you're responding well to the treatment, and your vitals look great. If you don't drop significantly, you can be discharged tomorrow."

The nurse from before walked back into the room, giving Dr. Westin Wendell's chart again. Dr. Westin took it, looking over it,then looking back up at the nurse. Oh yeah. They were most definitely together, Wendell thought. At first he thought they were married, or engaged, but the nurse's hand had no rings. It could have been that they were only dating, or that she took it off for work, but there was definitely something between them.

Dr. Westin glanced at Wendell. "Well, Mr. Bray. We can discharge you tonight if you can get a way home, as we don't suggest driving after chemotherapy."

Wendell smiled a bit. "That's great. Thank you Dr. Westin."

"Can you get a ride home?"

"I can figure it out."

"Great. Well, I'm going go fill out your discharge, and you'll be out by the end of the night.

And with that said, Dr. Westin left the room.

Wendell looked at the nurse. "Thank you too, ma'am."

The nurse playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh god. Please don't call me ma'am ever again. I'm thirty-two, not fifty."

Wendell smiled. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Just call me Grace, okay?"

"Okay, but if you call me Wendell. Mr. Bray is my father."

"Deal, Wendell."

"Deal, Grace. Well, thank you for all your work."

"Of course. I'm glad to help."

And with that said, she left the room, leaving Wendell to his own thoughts in his room.