AN: So, my first Bones story. I have recently (very recently, actually the night CinC premiered (for Canadians, on Wednesday May 6th in fact)) gotten into Bones, and ever since I watched the episode. I have been catching up on the episodes. I know the gist of the show, have seen probably a quarter of all the episodes so far and still working on watching more. But I've done my research and love the B/B interaction. In my opinion, they're practically a couple now, but they just won't get together. If they do become a couple, I think they'd probably act the same, but just more lovingly toward each other, more deep. The couple is just different from any other couple on any other show. It has, I dunno, more interaction, more potential to become something in the future. I'm glad they're taking it slow and letting us see their partnership/relationship progress. And the finale definitely showed us that Brennan cares about Booth a lot more than we know.
But that's besides the point. I watched the finale and was intrigued by it. I mean, it was fantastic. It was different, which is nice, because they did it in a nice way. I was glad to see B/B married and everyone totally different (not to mention Sweets/John Francis Daley singing!) and the ending was absolutely shocking. I wonder if he truly forgets who she is (amnesia) or he's getting really confused with his dream of himself being married to Brennan. So, thus, I decided to do an aftermath of the episode. If you like it, I'll be happy to write more Bones fics. I hope I get everyone in character. So, enjoy!
BTW, SPOILERS AHEAD! Spoilers for mostly the final two episodes, but also mentions of probably some of the series' episodes as well.
Disclaimer: Do you think that if I owned Bones, I'd actually be here? Sadly, nope. Maybe in my dreams
Temperance Brennan had to deal with a lot of things in her life. From her parents' disappearance to going into foster care to working as a forensic anthropologist, seeing all kinds of gross and scary things, she thought she could handle anything. Brennan didn't plan for all of this to be happening so quickly. Less than five days previous, she and her partner, Seeley Booth, were solving a case on a guy that was murdered and put into a wine barrel. Then, during the interrogation for the murderer, who was confessing, Booth was having a hallucination from Stewie from Family Guy. Brennan had watched the show once out of boredom and declared it stupid. Of course, it was of a dysfunctional family with absolutely no humour in it whatsoever with an evil talking baby. Brennan wouldn't stoop to those levels of comedy.
But she knew something was wrong when he mentioned that, so she immediately took him to the hospital. Imagine her surprise when Booth has a brain tumor. They said it was usually benign and easy to take out. Brennan believed them. She thought that they knew what they were doing, and in a week's time, she and Booth would be working again on a case for some forty year old woman murdered in a bank or something.
Of course, something happened during the surgery; it was successful, but it had something to do with the anesthetic which put Booth in a temporary coma. For the four days he was in the coma, Brennan never left his side. Her best friend, Angela, brought food and her laptop for her as Brennan sat by his bedside, refusing to leave even after the nurses tried to kick her out. After about three hours on the first night of trying to convince Brennan to leave, they realized she would not leave, so they let her stay.
Brennan was thankful Booth woke up on the fourth night (nearing to the fifth day). Now, she secretly wished he stayed under a little bit longer, so she could have prepared for what happened.
He could not remember her. He had trouble remembering anyone, even himself. He knew his name began with an S, but he didn't know exactly what it was. Brennan grabbed his hand as she called the doctor in.
She now listened to the doctor, explaining something about a mistake that must have happened in the surgery and now they would take Booth to get an MRI to see what went wrong exactly. She nodded, but was numb. She felt her breath disappear as she looked at Booth, who laid on the bed, looking at a spot at the wall. Brennan started to follow them to the MRI room but the doctor stopped her, pushing her back a little bit.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Brennan, but we'd like to take Mr. Booth alone. You should wait here. We'll be back soon," the doctor, Dr. Abbott, explained gently. Brennan nodded as she watched them take her partner away; take her amnesic best friend from the room. He glanced at her, and Brennan saw in his eyes the confused look. That wasn't her friend right now, that was some stranger; that was Booth that didn't know who he was, Brennan argued with herself.
She tried to bring her thoughts together, she tried to figure out what just happened and what was going to change. Everything, she realized with horror. Everything would change because Booth couldn't remember anyone.
Brennan stayed still as she glanced at her laptop, which was perched on the table beside her chair. It was open, and still running. Sighing, Brennan closed it and looked down, waiting for Booth to come back. He had to be ok; it was Booth, he could make it through anything ok. After all, he lived after that crazy stalker, Pam, shot him; even if the bullet was meant for her, Booth still took it, and lived through it. He was kidnapped by the Grave Digger and still lived to tell the tale; he even survived many near death attacks, most of course meant for her.
Brennan let herself relax when Booth finally came back. Dr. Abbott took her outside for a moment as Brennan let herself listen.
"Mr. Booth has retrograde amnesia. Unfortunately, during the surgery, one of the doctors must have accidentally hit against one of the places where the memories are stored and triggered an injury. It's not permanent; it isn't damaged too much, but it will take Mr. Booth up to at least a month to remember everything. The memories could come back slowly over some time, or it could come back rather quickly, all at once; so I would advise you to try to jog his memory; try to get him back into his normal routine, of course with a few days rest. If he doesn't regain memory in a month, come back and we'll scan his brain again," Dr. Abbott explained. Brennan nodded as she kept glancing back to Booth, where he looked confused and hurt. She nodded at the doctor.
"I understand," she said, but wasn't quite aware of the words coming out of her mouth. She had to just see Booth. She quickly re-entered the room and sat beside him as he looked at her.
"Who are you?" he asked again, speaking those very same words minutes prior. Brennan took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm. She could handle this; she had to handle this.
"My name is Dr. Temperance Brennan," she answered calmly. Booth nodded as he looked at himself for a minute.
"And who am I?" he asked her. Brennan bit her lip.
"You're Special Agent Seeley Booth," she said. Booth smiled a little.
"Special Agent? Like the FBI or something?" he asked. Brennan nodded.
"Yeah, the FBI," she said. Booth nodded as the two stared at each other for a minute, Brennan feeling uncomfortable. She didn't know if she could handle this right now.
"What is our relationship with each other Dr. Brennan?" Booth finally asked. Brennan felt weird that he called her Dr. Brennan; she was so used to him calling her Bones. That was practically her name from him.
"We're partners Booth. I'm a forensic anthropologist and we solve murders together," Brennan answered simply. Booth looked confused as he tried to sit up.
"What do you mean? We, like, go after bad guys?" he asked. Brennan couldn't help but let out a little laugh.
"Yeah, something like that. It's complicated," she admitted to him. She didn't know how to explain in. Booth nodded as he looked around.
"Do I have family around Dr. Brennan? Where are my friends?" Booth asked. Brennan almost forgot about them. She stood up slowly.
"I'm going to call them right now Booth; I'll be back in a few minutes," she said to him. Booth nodded as Brennan hurried out of the room, biting back tears. She did not cry; she just couldn't cry, not right now at least. She grabbed her cellphone and, out of instinct, called her best friend.
"Hello? Brennan? What time is it?" Angela Montenegro asked groggily. Brennan checked her watch quickly.
"It's midnight," she answered. Angela knew her quite well, and had a feeling something was up.
"What's wrong Brennan? Did Booth wake up?" she asked frantically. Brennan nodded, knowing she couldn't see her from her house.
"Yes, he did. Something went wrong Angela. He can't remember anyone," Brennan said, her voice trailing off. There was a pause.
"I'm coming right over. I'll call everyone to get over as well," Angela said. Brennan shook her head.
"No, Angela, you don't have to. Come in the morning," she said.
"No Brennan. I'm calling everyone. They deserve to know. Just sit tight sweetie. We'll all be there soon," Angela told her quickly. Brennan smiled weakly.
"Thanks Angela. Oh yeah, call Rebecca; I'm sure she'd like to know her son's father is in the hospital with no memory," Brennan said before hanging up. Slipping her phone in her purse, Brennan collected herself as she headed back to Booth's room. She saw him laying down, asleep. Brennan took another deep breath as she pushed her emotions away as she sat beside him again, taking his hand in hers. It was warm. She stroked it gently for a few minutes, watching him sleep. He looked completely peaceful; as if he still had his memory.
Maybe this was just a bad dream; maybe she was sleeping and she would wake up and find him still in a coma, or better yet, she would be in her own bed; none of this brain tumor thing happening at all. Brennan convinced herself it was a dream; none of this made any sense! Nothing went wrong in the surgery, besides with the anesthetic. Booth just had a minor reaction to it that made him slip into a coma. That was the only problem, there were no other problems.
Brennan felt Booth's bones under his skin. She could feel the slightly jagged edge of sesamoid bone, the part that connected the fingers to the hand. Sighing she kept stroking the hand softly, glancing at Booth's peaceful face the whole time. She didn't know why she felt like this; he was her partner, and they were really close. They were best friends even. But Brennan felt a connection to Booth that was more than best friends; almost like lovers.
She didn't think she had feelings for Booth, but it was a definite possibility. She just didn't want to find out; it opened so many doors that Brennan knew she wasn't ready for. Besides, if she did like Booth, they couldn't even start a relationship; first of all, she didn't know if he liked her back (though all signs pointed yes) and relationships with partners never worked out. She saw that happen with so many people. She was afraid; if they did start a relationship and it didn't work out, there could be several complications, like awkwardness.
Besides, Booth couldn't even remember her now. It wouldn't work out. Sighing, Brennan pushed these thoughts out of her mind. She would deal with them later. Right now, she was more concerned about Booth's safety. Brennan let go of his hand as she pushed the chair back quietly toward the table with her laptop on it. She shut it down and closed it. Once done, she buried her face in her hands.
"Why did this happen to us?" Brennan whispered into the air as she looked up suddenly. She wanted to cry but refused to. She couldn't handle all of this.
Suddenly, the door opened to Booth's room. Brennan turned to see Angela, Jack Hodgins, Lance Sweets and Camille Saroyan enter. Angela immediately hugged Brennan, who stood up, hugging back quickly. Hodgins offered a small smile as he walked by Booth's bedside, staring down at him. Sweets looked at Brennan, concerned as Cam took Booth's hand.
"Is he going to be alright? What did the doctor say?" Hodgins asked. Brennan took a deep breath as she looked around.
"The doctors said he should regain memory in a month, but we should help jog it, let him resume normal routine in a few days," Brennan answered.
"But Booth is an FBI; if he doesn't remember anything or anyone, he won't be able to work. He won't be able to interrogate suspects, or shoot anyone if they try to kill him, or anything," Cam pointed out. Brennan shrugged.
"I'm sure we can work something out with the FBI; we can take it slow," Brennan answered. Angela sighed as she looked at Booth.
"He looks so peaceful, so unaware," Angela answered. Brennan nodded.
"I hope he pulls through it; he has to," Sweets said. Angela sighed as she hugged Brennan again.
"We'll get through this, I promise Brennan," she told her friend, who nodded. They had to get through this; for everyone's sake.
Ok, well, if you want more, I'll write more. I actually have an idea of where I want this to go; how he'd get his memory back, but of course, it's your choice. Tell me if everyone's in character. Next chapter, if there is one, I will work hard to make them in character, but again, just getting into the show, but I'm catching up. Review guys!