Well… seeing as Forgetting has sorta dried up on the ideas front, and is now on an indefinite break, I had another idea whilst talking to my amazing friend Jamie. It's sad, but bodes well for B&B cuteness. I hope you enjoy it immensely.

Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist, scientist and at this point completely exhausted; threw herself into her car and buckled the seatbelt whilst simultaneously reaching forwards and jamming the key into the ignition. Her cell rang and wearily she answered it.

'Brennan.'

'Hey Bones.' It was Booth, and she groaned inwardly.

'What do you want Booth? I'm incredibly tired and I really want to get home and sleep.'

'I was… never mind.' He ended the call and she threw her phone onto the passenger seat, turning the key and hearing the engine fire into life. Pulling away from the Jeffersonian institute, she leaned back a little, allowing the guard she'd kept up all day to slide down minimally. She had to keep it up just in case he called her, and if it wasn't up, the sheer sound of his voice could send her under and reveal everything.

Every single thought of him she'd kept in her head, every single emotion that was so incredibly strong it could engulf her. Her head wasn't fixed on what she was doing, and she idly switched on her indicator in time for a turning, still thinking about Booth. She neared the freeway and revved up, not aware where she was going at all; anywhere but home. She pushed the accelerator pedal down and the car shot forwards along the road that, seeing as it was ridiculously empty for that time of the… oh. It was a quarter to three in the morning. She was more exhausted than she'd thought, and found her vision blurring as she drove, unable to keep her eyes on the road for more than a minute at a time.

Knowing that she would probably black out, she pulled over and hit her hazard lights as she delved around in her bag for a bottle of water she'd nabbed from the institute shortly before she left. It was still frosted with condensation and she undid it, pouring it down her throat, shocking herself awake. Blinking awake, she turned round and headed back towards the city, where her apartment was situated. Out of nowhere there was a roar of an engine and the flare of headlights in front of her.

She was too tired to look until it smashed right into the front of her car. The squeal of metal against metal, the scream of paint being ripped from the chassis and body. An explosion of pain. The pop of glass as it smashed and the tinkle of it against the tarmac. She clawed desperately for something, anything that would relieve the pain throughout her body. She grabbed glass and screamed as loud as she could under the crushing weight of whatever was on top of her. She pulled herself from the wreckage with the vestiges of her strength before the blackness overtook her.

oOo

Seeley Booth tossed his phone onto his bed and walked through into his kitchen, opening the fridge and reaching for a soda. Parker followed him in, ditching his sports bag on the table and pulling his jacket off.

'Hey dad?'

'Yeah buddy?'

'Who did you call

'Bones, why?'

'Because that's who I thought it was.' Booth looked at Parker strangely, then smiled and ruffled his hair with a hand. 'Dad!' Parker swatted away Booth's hand, and Booth smiled, taking a gulp of his soda.

'Wanna soda bud?'

'Sure.' Parker walked slowly towards the fridge and opened it, grabbing a coke form the inside of the door and opening the bottle.

'Parker? When's mom picking you up?'

'In ten minutes actually.' Parker said, scrutinizing his watch.

'That's a shame, I'm gonna miss you until I see you again next weekend.'

'I always miss you dad.' Parker finished his soda and placed the bottle cautiously on the side. There was a knock on the door and Booth walked round to get it, ruffling Parker's hair absent-mindedly as he did so. Rebecca greeted him with a tight smile, stepped inside and grabbed Parker's bag from the table.

'C'mon Parker.' Parker nodded morosely and hugged Booth, before following Rebecca out of the door and away from his dad. Sighing, Booth went back into his room and tried Brennan's cell again. There was no answer. She usually worked late and never picked up her cell, so he left it and threw his phone back down again. Tunnelling under his duvet and stripping down to his underwear in record time, he rolled over and switched the lamp off. With no Brennan to talk to and Parker having left, there was nothing else to do. All television programmes at this time were awful, and he was tired. Really, really tired. Even his sorta-girlfriend had ditched him for a night out with her friends. He closed his eyes, and slept.

But he dreamt this time, for the first time since his brain tumour, he dreamt of something that didn't scare him or worry him. He dreamt of Brennan, her glossy auburn hair shining under the lights of the lab. It wasn't intimate or sexy, it wasn't romantic, this dream. But he was just watching her, watching as she moved, memorising her entire body structure and movement. In the dream (it was so vivid) he imagined himself taking her by the waist and pulling her in, like a lovers embrace. But even in his dream he couldn't, even in his dream he was too scared of taking her and just shouting to the world that he loved her. Everyone knew, everyone he worked with knew they were in love; everyone, it seemed, except her.

'Bones?' He asked her softly when the room miraculously cleared of people. 'Can I ask you something?'

'You already have.'

'Oh, yes… um…' He racked his brains for something to ask and came up blank. Instead of talking to her, he hurried over to her and clasped his hands around her waist. 'I love you.'

'I love you too.' He found his hands resting on her stomach, feeling the slight bump and spreading his fingers over it.

'And our baby, I love you. You're amazing.'

'So are you.' She whispered as the dream dissolved into daylight.

oOo

Booth strolled into the office, painfully aware of the dream from last night, painfully aware of how he'd have to try and act all day and probably tomorrow. When he got there it was empty; which was incredibly strange in itself, the Jeffersonian lab was never empty. Only Cam was there, head down working steadfastly as he tried to get her attention

'Cam! Camille!' He called and walked into her office.

'Booth! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the rest?'

'Where are the rest?'

'You mean you don't know?' Cam looked horrified.

'Don't know what?'

'You… how can you not…?'

'Cam! Tell me what happened!'

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