Hey Guys, So this is my first Bones fanfic. I'm trying it out. There's so much sexual tension with this pair (heehee, my kinda tension )

This story is just my thought of what being in a coma feels like (Of course this whole thing took place two seasons ago). I mean, Booth didn't know that he was in a coma, so I can imagine that this whole thing is just a little confusing for him.

And, by the way…if you didn't know….or haven't figured out…

I don't own this show. I mean, if I did, then I wouldn't have introduced this silly Hannah character…bah, who is she to move in with Booth when he (obviously) still loves Bones? Hmm? HMM?

I ask you this….if you have an answer, or complaint on the newest season, or would ( ) just like to comment on this story that NOONE commented on the first time I posted it, be my guest.

As usual, don't flame my work. I've gotten better at receiving constructive criticism. But if you blatantly just….dislike my work, don't tell me, just don't read my stories anymore. Thanks.

Now….on with the story!

People say when you die your life flashes before your eyes.

They're wrong.

In the first few moments everything is black. You stand, alone, in a never-ending room, dark of course. The buzz of the silence is deafening.

"Hello?" you may call, over and over and over …no one answers.

"Is there anyone there?"

No God, no man. Just you. You , your thoughts, your memories of life before…now.

Her face, her eyes: striking blue and…worried? What happened? Her hands, her voice.

It's all gone. No more, no more.

You may scream until your throat is numb, sore with sadness, anger, hate, jealousy.

Then, all at once, pictures, faces, voices, scenes play as if on fast forward all around you, no organization. No order. Just memories or….what you think are memories, rolling like film on walls or…sides? Of your mind. Nothing makes sense, nothing has definite shape. It's all too much. You're thrust into a moment. Every scent, touch sight fills you until you can't breathe, not really.

"Come on, Booth. We have to get to the Lab." she says to you. The affection in her voice is unfamiliar to you. Strange (lusted).

"What?" you ask the woman, so familiar yet so alien.

"The Lab, Booth. We left the night shift unattended. Plus Sweets called, we're out of Vodka." Bren pulled on her coat and ran her fingers along her collar to pull the loose hairs free. She turned to face me once more.

"You ready?" she asks me. Still my voice hides. Who is this woman? Is she my partner? Is she the woman that's life means more (to me) than my very own?

"Honey?" She came closer to me. She stood just in front of me. All of her screamed "Bones!" Her eyes, her hair, her jaw, her smile, her touch (oh, God, her touch….)

Her smell…

It all seemed too real. I pinched my arm over and over and over. But still, she remained. She placed her tiny, smooth delicate (touchmetouchme) palm against my cheek and made me look at her.

"Booth, are you feeling alright?" I shook myself free and struggled to regain some sense of reality. What was real? What was just imagination?

"Baby, talk to me! What's going on?"

What could I say? Everything…and nothing. My once clear reality all just failed me. It disintegrated fully in an instant.

I can remember believing in "heaven" and "God" and "eternity" when I was a little boy. Where was all that now? Where was the certainty, that naïve knowledge of my everlasting resting place?

Could this be it? Could this be my own, personal Heaven?

I looked at the woman worrying before me.

Or is this my own personal Hell?

Will I ever know?

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