This story popped in to my head after watching 'Two Bodies in the Lab'. Yeah, it's hard to explain how my mind really works. This one shot is a long one for me. I hope you like it.

I don't own Bones.

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Anxiously walking down the corridor, Hannah passed each room, searching for room 447. Finding the room at the end of the long hallway, she tapped on the door with her knuckles, opened it and then walked in. Spying her boyfriend, she walked quietly over towards the bed and stared down at his sleeping form.

Lifting his hand in hers, she squeezed it and then brought it to her lips to kiss. Feeling the cool flesh of the back of his hand against her lips, a sob escaped from her. "Oh Seeley, I tried to get here as soon as I could. I didn't know what happened to you until I got back from Egypt and I tried to see you. You'd told me that you were scheduled to ship back soon so I knew if I was going to see you it had to be soon."

Her eyes moving over his face and then his body, she started to weep. "Captain Carson told me what happened to you. I'm so sorry, Seeley. I'm sorry that this happened to you. You didn't deserve this to happen to you . . . not you."

She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex she had in her jacket pocket and tried to stop crying. Sniffing loudly, she leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I put in for a transfer back to the states as soon as I heard what had happened to you. I promise you that I didn't forget about you. I didn't Seeley. I promise."

Slowly shaking her head, the reporter finally pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. "No one will tell me what's wrong with you. I'm not related to you and all those privacy laws that they have now keeps me from knowing what's wrong, what's going to happen to you. I . . . . I want you to know that I plan to visit you as often as possible. I'm hoping I'll run into a relative of yours or someone. . . . Someone who can talk to me and tell me. . . . tell me . . . ."

Feeling the tears run down her face again, she dabbed her Kleenex against her cheeks and finally managed to stop crying. "You'd laugh if you saw me right now. I'm sure you'd have some smart ass remark to make about the tears . . . Wake up Seeley. Wake up and make fun of me . . . Wake up and tell me I'm being silly . . . I guess I am being silly. I don't know. I love you Seeley. I told you that just before I went to Egypt. I know that surprised you but really it shouldn't have. You told me you love me and then I told you that I love you . . . Yeah, I know you said you weren't used to anyone saying that back to you, but really I find that hard to believe. Come on, a guy built like you must have had tons of girl friends before you met me . . . You were kidding me, right? Of course you were."

The damp Kleenex a sodden mess in her hand, she sighed at the sight of her silent lover. "Well any way. I have a job here for now. I could be reassigned anytime but for now, I'm here and I plan to visit you as often as I can."

Standing, she leaned over him and gently kissed his eyelids. "Wake up Seeley." Crossing her arms against her chest, she nodded her head. "Okay, I have to get to an interview. I'll see you soon."

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Sitting on the chair next to his bed, Brennan smiled at her partner. "I talked to Parker this afternoon. He wanted me to tell you that he loves you and if he wasn't in London he'd be here every day to see you. I offered to fly him back here, but Rebecca says she'd rather wait until you wake up first."

Her hand holding his hand, she studied the veins on the back of his hand. "I know they had to perform emergency surgery over there, Booth. I know they didn't have a choice, but they should have read your medical records thoroughly before they gave you anesthesia. If they had been more thorough they would have known that you can't handle that particular anesthesia . . . I understand your life was in danger at the time . . . I do understand that, Booth, but . . . ."

Rubbing his hand between hers, she felt the tears course down her cheeks. "It's been almost three weeks, Booth. It's time to wake up. This has been going on long enough . . . Please wake up, Booth."

Sad, she rested the back of his hand against her cheek and continued to weep. "I'm so sorry, Booth. If I had had the strength to say yes outside the Hoover you wouldn't be lying on this bed right now. I . . . I was so afraid to say yes. I wanted to say yes, I really did, but I didn't think it would be fair to you. I didn't think I could love you the way you deserved to be . . . You deserved someone who could believe in love and at the time, I didn't believe in love. . . . I didn't . . ."

Kissing his hand, she moved it back to the bed and rested his hand on the mattress. Refusing to let go, she stared at their entwined fingers. "I've discovered love late, Booth. I've finally realized that love isn't just a chemical reaction. It isn't just pheromones. It's much more than that. It's watching someone you love in a deep sleep. A sleep so deep that no one is sure you'll ever wake up."

"I still have your medical proxy, Booth. You didn't change it." Wiping the tears from her cheek, she cleared her throat. "I was so surprised when I found that out. I thought for sure that you'd changed it when I hurt you . . . Thank you. . . . I had you moved to this rehabilitation center so that you would be closer to where I live. It's a very good facility and your attending physician is quite brilliant. He's confident that you will wake up. All of your medical tests say that your wound is healing nicely and that your brain is functioning as it should. You just need to wake up, Booth . . . Please wake up."

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"Seeley, I'm sorry I couldn't visit you for the last four days. I've been pretty busy. They have me chasing the President all over the damn country. The guy never stays home." Leaning over and kissing him, she studied his face. "You seem to be looking a little better. The bandages on your stomach are smaller and the tube you had in your throat is gone so that has to be good, doesn't it? . . . I'm not an expert, but I think it was a breathing tube. I mean I think it was anyway. I guess that means you're breathing on your own."

Sitting down next to the bed, Hannah clasped her hand over his hand. "Wake up, Seeley. Do it for me. As soon as you're well, we can go to this really great dance club I know about in Richmond . . . "

Feeling like a princess trying to wake her prince, she stood up, leaned over her boyfriend and kissed him. Sitting back down, she squeezed his hand. "I still can't get anyone to tell me about your condition. It's absolute bullshit. They'll let me visit you, but they won't talk about you. It's crazy. I tried to contact your grandfather, but he's moved and I couldn't find out where he's living."

Hannah shook her head and felt the irony of the situation. "Yeah, some hot shot reporter I am. I'm just . . . Anyway, I did hear that some other woman visits you every day. The nurse that was in here called her a doctor Brendon or Brennan or something like that. I don't know who she is but I can tell you I'm a little jealous there Seeley. Do you have a woman on the side and you're just to afraid to wake up and tell me?"

Watching his eye lids flutter, she frowned. "No I guess not. You were such a mess when I met you in Afghanistan. You didn't want to get involved with me because someone had broken your heart. Let me tell you, it took a hell of a lot of flirting and ego stroking to get you to go out with me. I've never had to work so hard to get a man interested in me before . . . I think that's why I fell in love with you. You weren't like other guys I've gone out with. Those guys were all after a good time. Not you though. You . . . You were so sad it just made me want to make you happy . . . You have such a pretty smile and I just wanted to see you smile all of the time."

She felt sad that it was possible she'd never see his mile again. Staring at his strong masculine hand, she sighed. "You have such a pretty smile, Seeley. Wake up and smile for me." Patting his hand, Hannah stood up and kissed him softly on the lips once more. "That kiss was better than the last time I was here. That tube made it tough to really kiss you . . . Wake up, Seeley and I'll give you a kiss that's so hot it will make you blush from the heat."

Searching his face, she finally gave up. "Okay, I have to go. I'll be back when I can."

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Brennan leaned over and used a damp wash cloth to wipe the tear tracks on his face. "I don't know why you're crying Booth, but I'm sorry that you're so sad. Your dream must be very unhappy. It's been over three weeks, Booth. It's time for you to wake up . . . I miss you."

Drying his face with a hand towel, Brennan adjusted his blanket around him. "Your therapist says that if you will wake up soon, it won't take a lot to get you back into shape. Your wound is healing very nicely and your breathing finally stabilized so that they could remove your breathing tube . . . Dr. Carson says they are still using the oxygen mask on you at night to make sure you don't fall behind."

His tears stopped, she sat down and moved her hand under the blanket until she found his hand. "Your skin color has really improved too. All in all, you're doing quite well. You just need to wake up."

Gripping his hand firmly in hers, she informed him about a new development or at least new to her. "One of the nurses told me that you've had a female visitor besides me, Cam and Angela. Nurse Winters said that your visitor is a reporter. I was going to ban her from visiting you, but Nurse Winters said she appears to be a friend of yours. Your friend cried the first couple of times she visited you. You know so many people, Booth . . . I won't ban her. If she is a friend of yours then I approve of her visiting you. You need all the company you can get. Cam and Angela say they haven't seen her yet. I hope she is a good friend. You deserve to have good friends, Booth."

Nervously, she moved his hand out from under the blanket, leaned over and kissed the back of his hand. "Booth, I need to tell you something . . . You will be quite surprised when you hear this information but I think you deserve to hear it from me . . . I love you. . . . I love you and I miss you . . . Please wake up."

Kissing his hand again, Brennan moved her eyes to his wrist. " I hope you aren't going to be upset, but the tattoo on your right wrist is slightly damaged. The scar you have there bisects one of the characters . . . It really isn't a very large scar and with time it should fade enough so that you won't even be able to see it unless you look closely. Still the tattoo is damaged."

Kissing his wrist, she smiled. "I've always liked your tattoos. They are so Boothy . . . I miss you, Booth. Wake up."

Sad that she couldn't help him wake up, she kissed his hand and smiled sadly at him. "Well, perhaps tomorrow."

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Sighing deeply, Hannah leaned over and kissed her boyfriend. "It's been over four weeks, Seeley. One of the nurses finally took pity on me and told me what's going on with you. I'm sorry that you had a reaction to the anesthesia like that. The nurse . . . Addie, says that this is the second time you've been in a coma because of anesthesia. The first time was just for a few days, but this time it looks bad. It's been almost five weeks. She said no one knows why you're still sleeping and they don't know when you're going to wake up. She thinks its possible you may stay asleep. She hopes not and she told me I should have faith that you'll wake up, but Seeley, I . . . I don't have that kind of faith. I never did."

Her hand resting over his hand, she shook her head. "I can't . . . I won't . . . This is so hard. . . . I've asked to be reassigned back over seas. I know that sounds terrible but I just can't put my life on hold any more. I can't do it . . . I love you, Seeley. I always will, but we just weren't meant to be. I'm not what you need."

Leaning down she kissed him for the last time. "I'm sorry. I hope you'll forgive me some day, if you wake up . . . Yeah, if you wake up. I hope you do, Seeley, wake up that is . . . I'm glad I could make you happy for awhile. You were so sad and you had such a pretty smile."

A tear trickling down her cheek, she leaned over him and patted his arm. "Bye Seeley. I'll miss you."

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Removing her shoes, she slowly moved onto the mattress. Resting on her side, barely fitting on the bed, Brennan put her arms around her partner. "It's been five weeks, Booth. I really do think it's time you woke up. I need you to wake up, Booth."

She had faith that he would wake up some day, but it was very discouraging that she had so much to say to him and he was still asleep. Leaning her head against his head, she breathed deeply. "I love you Booth. I have for a long time. When you told me that you loved me that night we ran into that clown, I was so afraid that you were going to . . . I was afraid that you were going to give me an ultimatum. I waited for you to tell me that you wanted to be more than partners and when you didn't I realized that I wasn't the only one afraid of love. You were afraid of love too . . . . So many times you talked to me about love and losing yourself in someone and becoming one with someone and . . . And you were just as afraid of love as I was."

Slowly shaking her head, Brennan kissed his cheek and rested her forehead against his head again. "Our childhoods were very damaging Booth. I know that . . . It left us with fears and those fears have always affected our ability to love. I've been afraid to admit that love is real and you've been afraid that you weren't worthy of love . . . You're worthy Booth. You were always worthy."

Swallowing, she felt tears forming in her eyes and threatening to spill down her face like they did during most of her visits. "I love you Booth. I know you love me. I absolutely know that you do. I know you think I don't believe in absolutes, but sometimes you have to have faith. I'm not religious, but I do have faith. I have faith that the world works in a specific way without deviation. I believe that sugar is always sweet, that the Earth will continue to rotate around the sun and that life will always find away. I also believe that love is possible between us and that . . . And that we found each other for a reason. I don't know how we found each other or why but we did. I want you to know that I believe that you belong to me and I belong to you."

The tears finally escaped and slid down her cheeks and with them she heard a sob escape her lips. "I believe we belong to each other, Booth. I love . . . I love you so much."

Sobbing silently against his shoulder, Brennan was startled to hear the quiet of the room shattered by two whispered sentences. "Don't cry, Bones. You know I hate to hear you cry."

Startled, Brennan opened her eyes and saw warm brown eyes staring at her. "Booth, you're awake . . . Thank God."

Amused, Booth closed his eyes and whispered. "You don't believe in God, Bones."

Swallowing, Brennan pressed her forehead against her partner's face. "I . . ."

His throat felt like sandpaper and he wasn't sure why. Interrupting her, Booth opened his eyes and complained. "I'm dry Bones. I can barely speak I'm so dry."

Moving off of the bed, Brennan took an ice chip out of her glass of tea and put it in his mouth. "Booth, I can't give you anything to drink right now."

Grateful for the cool piece of ice, he moved the ice chip around the inside of his mouth. "That's okay . . . Did you mean it?"

Puzzled, Brennan asked, "Did I mean what?"

Clearing his throat, Booth solemnly asked her in a very quiet voice. "Do we belong together? Do you really love me or was that just a dream?"

So happy that he was awake, Brennan leaned over, placed her arms around him and kissed him. "I do Booth. I believe that we do belong to each other and I do love you."

Sighing, Booth closed his eyes. "Thank you, Bones. Thank you."

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