It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.

It was spring, her favorite time of year. The leaves came back on the trees, flowers spurted forth from the ground, the grass grew tall, the birds sang, and the sun shined. Nature had never looked so beautiful than in the spring, so she had thought frequently.

She was outside. The wind was cool, but the sun gleamed and the temperature was right around seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit, which was perfect to her. She was surrounded by greenery and then, there were the gorgeous wild flowers of bright vivid colors. She was in a field on a hill over looking a forested area. It seemed so familiar, and then she recognized it to be part of the reserved property that the city could not destroy for construction. She felt a warm smile ease over her face.

She began running through the field, fast and careless, taking nature in. She laughed for no apparent reason, it felt nice. She continued to run but then something made her stop.

There were people, divided into two parties. There was on the left side—people she had never met, except for a few somewhat familiar faces. Then, on the right side were people she knew, in fact she could name every single one of them. She wondered why these people were joined together. They sat on quaint white painted benches. In all, she would guess there were forty of them.

There was something of a threshold in front of the people. Three beautiful familiar faces smiled jovially, all visions in light blue flowing dresses. Three men on the opposite side appeared dashing in deep black suits. In between the triplets were two people: one standing solemnly beside the other who was wearing a wide grin.

She recognized the latter. Her heart skipped. He looked fantastic, beautiful, perfect, and every other good thing in the world. He was decked out in black, looking even more dashing then the men to this left. He wore a white dress shirt under his suit jacket, rather than black like the other men. His bow tie was slightly off set, but it didn't make him any less wonderful, if anything it only increased his value to her. She noted the belt buckle was not the one she had become accustomed to, which disappointed her only the tiniest moment.

A soft familiar tune began to play through a keyboard that had been set up to the left of the threshold; she identified the young clean-cut psychologist she only pretended to detest (when she actually found him very bright…perhaps in the wrong field, though he seemed knowledgeable in that area.)

Then parties both rose to their feet and looked at her—or so she thought.

The man she knew so well's jaw slackened, leaving his mouth slightly ajar. She saw him mouth something, but it was inaudible and she was never any good at reading lips.

Then, she had the most bizarre sensation—one she hadn't thought was possible.

Something passed through her frame, right through, as if she was transparent and only a paranormal entity—something she didn't believe in. Sure enough, the eyes of the parties followed the passerby's every step and she marched forward.

The woman walked with an unfailing rhythm, although it seemed rehearsed. She was a vision in white lace; the dress flowed with the wind. The woman was a little taller than average height for a woman, she looked to be in-shape, and her medium brunette-auburn hair cascaded in loose, natural curls down her back.

She wasn't sure what she was seeing, a ceremony of some sort. She couldn't see the woman's face. She couldn't understand the situation or assess why she was there. But she felt calm. She smiled, even through her confusion. Everyone looked so happy, that it was impossible not to feel the same.

It was her, she realized. That woman…it was her! She was the one who stopped beside the dashing man and held his hand. She was the one who he looked at like he was staring at the most beautiful thing in the world. It was her.

Her heart swelled. She smiled, tears threatened to leave her eyes. It was beautiful. It was a wedding. It was something she had never wanted. It was something she swore she would never have. This, however, didn't look so bad. She was excited. She wasn't sure why she wasn't looking into the man's eyes and why she had the bird's eye view of things, but she dismissed it. She felt valued. She felt happy. She felt full.

The ceremony continued much the same. She still could not obtain a view of the bride's face. She was dying to catch a glimpse of the sheer happiness that must be shown all over her. The promises of unconditional love and faithfulness ensued and the judge—she presumed—announced them as husband and wife and allowed them to share their first marital kiss.

She felt anxious, she wanted to feel his soft lips against hers, but she couldn't feel anything physically.

Something didn't calculate right in her thought process. Why did she have this vantage point? Why couldn't she feel his lips? Why couldn't anyone see her? Why could people pass through her? Why didn't she remember dating him, kissing him, planning the wedding? She couldn't recall any of it, no matter how she hard tried to call back those supposed memories.

She was never asked on a date by him. He never proposed to her. This wasn't right. Something was wrong with her or worse—something was wrong with her previous notion.

Her fears were confirmed with the couple turned around to their guests, hands joined in the air.

It wasn't her. She waswrong about what she was seeing. She was right about everything she didn't want to be correct about. The face of the man's new bride was foreign. She had never seen that woman. It wasn't her.

That wasn't what bothered her most, though. It was that he looked so happy. He looked thrilled as he pressed his forehead to hers and then pressed a kiss to her lips.

It was then that she knew she loved him. She didn't merely suspect it anymore, she knew. She had never said anything to him about her feelings because she wasn't sure it was possible. She wasn't that person. She couldn't fall in love. She couldn't mess things up. Now, it was too late. He had moved on, just like he promised. She could never tell him now. She had just witnessed the man she had spent five years taking for granted marry someone that wasn't her. She had always thought that if she ever changed her mind about marriage, it would be with him. She always figured that they'd end up together at some point.

Not now. It could never happen now.

"I love you, Booth" she whispered out loud. She knew nobody could hear her, but she didn't care. Tears stung her eyes. Her heart wrenched. Her breathing hitched.

"I love you" She screamed this time as loud as she could, until she felt the vitality of her voice snap back to a whimper; it didn't make the slightest of a difference.

She didn't know what to do, now. She felt out of place. She felt like an intruder. She felt forgotten. She felt abandoned by the one person she thought would never abandon her.

Then, everything was gone.

Brennan woke up drenched in sweat and panting in a cold dark room in a big empty bed, alone. She looked around. Everything was normal. It was just as it was before she had gone to bed. She looked at the alarm clock: three AM. She could try to go back to sleep, but she feared that the dream would reoccur.

She didn't know why she had that dream, but it scared her. She resolved to do anything she could to prevent it. She didn't like how happy he was in that dream. It wasn't that she didn't want him to be happy; she just didn't want him to be that happy without her. She was a selfish, stupid, horrible woman who didn't deserve him.

She stared at the wall in front of her, not sure what she should do. In her desperate confusion, anger, pain, and disappointment she reached her hand towards her nightstand. Her hands fumbled around blindly until they found what she was looking for: her cell phone. She pressed the "one" button for two seconds and was met with a three rings.

"Hello?" A low voice answered groggily.

"Booth, it's me, Bones" She said in the smallest voice she could manage.