Once again, I'm reminiscing… watching through the older seasons of Bones (pre Hannah, of course). This fic takes us back to the hiatus between season four and season five. Back to when Booth wakes up from his coma after that amazing dream of him and Bren - married, pregnant and in lurve!

There were a LOT of gaps to fill between those two seasons and many questions to answer - the main question being: "Why did Brennan seemingly abandon Booth after major brain surgery to dig up Aztec's in Guatemala?

Well, I hope this gives a bit of insight into what may have happened… please let me know if you'd like me to continue… and thank you for your reviews on my other stories!

Booth blinks blearily up at his partner, "Who are you?"

Brennan huffs out a disbelieving laugh; her gut dropping with emotion as she backs up from him, "It's… It's me, Booth… your partner."

Booth reaches weakly to tug her back by the hem of her jacket and continues, slurring a little over a dry throat, and trying out a weak smile, "I know it's you. You just… you look different is all… you look…" his mouth tips - lopsided with an intoxicated grin, "…radiant." After a moment of staring dreamily in her eyes, he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to re-orientate himself. Looking around, his other hand reaches for his head and he winces when it makes contact with his gauze-wrapped head, "Where am I?"

Brennan's eyes glint with the offhanded compliment and she holds out a cup of water with a straw for him to sip whilst she explains, "You're in hospital, Booth, you had a pilocytic astrocytoma - a tumour in the cerebellar region of your brain. When your neurosurgeon and his team went in, it became clear that it was only a low grade mass and that it had not undergone any neoplastic transformation which is very unusual in adult cases. I was so worried, Booth; you had a rather large bleed at one point but they were able to make a complete resection without any significant damage to the surrounding tissue." Noticing his blank look she smiles; her eyes bright as happy tears land haphazardly over his chest, "That's… good news, Booth. You're gonna be okay."

His brow furrows in confusion, "Brain tumour?" finding the oxygen tube in his nose he pulls at it mumbling groggily, "Huh… I had a brain tumour!? I hardly even have a headache."

Smiling, she rearranges the tube so that it's back in his nostrils, and rests her hand tenderly on his stubble for a moment before dropping it to his shoulder. Heart finally calming down from the fright of him not recognising her, she gives a teary laugh, "That's good Booth, that's… that's really good to hear."

He looks up at her; a proper, reassuring, Boothy smile spread handsomely across his face as he picks up her hand and pulls her even closer, lacing their hands together. Lifting her shirt gently with his free hand, to Brennan's sweet-love-of-God disbelief, he rubs an adoring hand over her belly before reaching forward unsteadily to place a spine-tingling kiss over her navel, "And how 'bout you, Sweetheart? How's our little peanut going in there, huh?"

Tears immediately spring to her eyes and her heart thumps in shock as she whispers disbelievingly, "Booth… I'm not…"

He immediately looks up when he hears the lost tone of her voice and sees her red eyed, shaking her head, "Bren… no… did you… did you miscarry? Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

His hands circle her waist and he goes to rest his head on her belly but she pulls back, confused, worried, "Booth, no, I didn't… you told me not to use your sperm, I respected your wishes… I didn't inseminate."

Booth pulls back sharply, his heart rate monitor increases and his face grimaces with the distinct feeling that he's trapped in a parallel universe; voice rising, "My what? You… what the hell are you talking about, Bren? You told me we were pregnant with our baby… that you… that you and I couldn't share our traditional glass of wine at night anymore… you said…"

Understanding dawns in Brennan's eye's… the book… the nightclub… the baby… he thinks it's all real. "I'm Bones… not Bren… Bones…" She stutters unintelligibly and backs out of the way as two nurse's shuffle into the room.

A tall red-headed nurse lifts his arm to slide on a blood pressure monitor cuff and the other sooths stridently, "Calm down Mr Booth, c'mon easy now." Facing Brennan she ordered none too kindly, "I think it's best if you leave and come back when you're calmer thank you."

Booth sit's up, red eyed and shaking, "Bren, don't go, please, tell me what's going on!"

With the cuff inflated and the stethoscope over his pulse at the crease of his elbow, the younger nurse exhales, "He's bordering on tachy, Charlotte… and systolic's 187."

Pushing him down gently, the shorter and older of the two nurses warns him, "Okay there Seeley, we're going to have to give you something to calm you down now, son. Just try and relax okay?"

After cross checking the label and dosage with the red-headed nurse, the older nurse pushed a syringe of clear liquid into the cannula fixed to his left arm.

A burst of cold flushes up his arm and a sense of leaden calm washed through his body and he sighed; eyes drifting closed as the wave hits, "Wait, Bren… I love you, baby… don't… don't go… please…"

As he floats off into a drug heavy haze, the nurse's fuss and monitor until they are satisfied with his readings before turning to face a stunned and wide- eyed Brennan backed up against the wall.

Reacting with pure reflex, Nurse Charlotte goes into patient protection mode, "What on earth was that all about, getting him all wound up like that? He's recovering from a craniotomy for God's sake!"

Brennan's face crumpled as she slides down the wall. Five days of insomnia, dread, and anxiety - overflowing in a torrent of uncharacteristic, hiccupping sobs, "He doesn't… he doesn't know… he doesn't know who I am…"

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