I'm back with a brand new story. I recently watched the series Being Erica, and I immediately started getting ideas of what to do with Booth if he was in such a situation. This is a crossover with Being Erica, so I know you might not know the characters or storyline/plot. It's possibly not going to get updated as much due to my business outside of here. I will swap it out into the crossover section once it's completed.

*Note: Erica became a doctor in 2011 not 2010, but for the sake of this story, she is a doctor in 2010. She also lives in Toronto, Canada. Her boyfriend is Adam, an Irish landscaper.

Seeley Booth opened his eyes to find himself in a hospital room. Confused, he looked around to find a woman he'd never seen before standing there looking back at him.

"Hello Agent Booth," she said, smiling.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"I'm Dr. Erica."

"I don't know you," he said, shaking his head. "I think you've got the wrong room."

"I don't actually, but it's okay. You took quite the tumble tonight," Erica explained, tilting her head. Booth took in this woman more now that his vision wasn't as blurry. She had wavy brown hair to her shoulders and a cute smile. Her eyes were green and clear. She wasn't wearing a lab coat, so Booth took that to mean she wasn't a medical doctor.

"Are you my new shrink? Cos I've already got one," he said. Erica laughed.

"I'm a little bit different than a regular therapist," she told him. He looked at her, confused. She pulled out a card and handed it to him. He took it gingerly.

"When you're interested, come find me," she said, turning to go.

"Why me?" he asked. She stopped and turned to face him again.

"Think about it Agent Booth. You got wasted and almost killed by a car while you were wandering around D.C. tonight. I'd say that's rock bottom, don't you think?"

"Um," Booth started.

"Just think about it," Erica suggested. Then she was gone. Booth was left holding her card and wondering what just happened.

...

"New patient?" Adam asked her as she closed the door behind her. Erica nodded.

"I think so. I'm confident he'll find me. My first out of country one too," she said. She hung up her coat and headed over to where Adam was working on a design for his recent landscaping job.

"Where did you end up?" he asked.

"D.C.," she answered.

"Nice," he grinned. She hugged him tightly. She never got tired of his Irish accent, his beautiful eyes, or his handsomeness...not to mention his kind soul. He had almost become a doctor like her, but he had failed the test. He had said he was all right with it, that he wasn't cut out for it like she was. Erica still missed the group sessions, though, and Dr. Tom. Her heart ached just thinking about him. She hoped that wherever he was, he was enjoying his newfound life with his girlfriend.

"This looks great," Erica said gesturing at the plans.

"Thanks," Adam smiled. "I think they'll be pleased."

"Well, you finish that while I go shower," Erica said, kissing him gently. He gave her a squeeze before she headed for the bathroom. She couldn't help but feel confident that she had just gotten a new patient.

...

"Booth?" Brennan's voice cut the air. Booth looked to see her standing at the door.

"Hey," he said. His whole body ached, which reminded him of the fact he had been hit by a car. He was struggling to remember other details, though. The Erica woman had said he had gotten wasted, which was likely since Hannah had rejected his proposal. He remembered going to the bar, telling Brennan to basically leave him alone, and then drinking. That wasn't normally his style, so Booth had no idea what had happened after Brennan had left.

"Are you all right? What happened?" Brennan asked, worried. She sat down beside him.

"I'm not really sure," he answered truthfully.

"The doctor said you were hit by a car," she told him. She scanned him for injuries.

"Well, I'm all right," he said, waving his hand to dismiss her worries.

"They said you were drunk," she said quietly. Booth felt a part of him bristle inside at this.

"I am NOT my father," he said angrily.

"I never said you were," she argued. "Booth, you obviously are hurting more than you're letting on about this whole Hannah thing..."

"Don't," he cut her off. "Don't bring her up to me ever again."

"I won't," she promised. She looked hurt though, but Booth was too angry at himself to worry about fixing it. How had he gotten to this point? He thought of Erica's words, that he had hit rock bottom. She was right. He had.

"Can you just go?" he asked Brennan. She looked shocked.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Yes. I just...I want to be alone for a bit," he said.

"Okay," she agreed, standing up. "I'm here, Booth, if you need me."

"Thanks, Bones," he nodded. He looked away as she left. No doubt she was disappointed in what he had done. Hell, he was disappointed in himself at what he had done. He reached for the card Erica had left for him and read it.

Dr. Erica: The Only Therapy You'll Ever Need. Results Guaranteed.

Booth snorted at this. He contemplated ripping it up, but something held him back. A part of him was curious about it. Once he got out of the hospital, he'd go looking for her.

Two Days Later

Booth was getting frustrated. He hadn't been able to find Dr. Erica anywhere, and there was no number on her card for him to call. He was beginning to think it was a hoax or some random dream he'd had when he was unconscious.

"Are you sure you're okay to work?" Brennan asked, noticing he was distracted.

"I'm fine," he replied.

"Dr. Sweets offered..."

"I know, and I'm fine. Let's just focus on the case, all right?" Booth asked, pointing. Brennan bowed her head slightly.

"I'm finished here anyway," she said, taking off her gloves. "You can go tell the family."

"You're not coming with me?" he asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm not feeling up to it today."

"Fine," Booth said, feeling angry again. She was being distant with him, and he didn't know what to make of it. He stormed down the stairs of the platform and surged towards the exit. He didn't look back as he pushed the door open.

"Whoa," he said, stumbling a little. He had entered a room with shelves of books, a desk, and a chair with a woman sitting in it. Booth stared, completely confused. He looked behind him to see the Jeffersonian, but this wasn't the outside he was familiar with.

"Close the door," Erica smiled.

"How did you...? What did you...?" he started. Erica got up and gently closed the door for him.

"Have a seat," she gestured. Booth couldn't move.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Dr. Erica," she answered simply.

"I know that, but...how did you do that?" he asked, pointing to the door.

"You needed me, so I appeared," she replied. He gaped at her.

"What kind of freak show is this...? Where are the cameras?" he asked, looking around.

"Not a freak show. This is real," she said. "But I understand your thinking. I was there once too myself. Just take a moment to let this sink in."

Booth finally sat across from her after a few moments. He was still confused, and he had no idea what was going to happen next.

"So," Erica started. "You've thought about doing therapy with me?"

"I have," he agreed.

"I should explain a little about the therapy I do," Erica began. "We work mainly on past regrets and find ways to incorporate those lessons into your present issues."

"That's it?" Booth asked, incredulous.

"Well, there's a bit more to it than that," Erica chuckled. "First, are you agreeing to do this with me? Together? To promise to hold up your end of the contract while I hold up mine?"

"Why not?" Booth scoffed. "My life is falling apart anyway."

"All right," Erica smiled. "Then let's get started. Write down a list of all your regrets." She tossed him a pad of paper. He stared at it.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. All of them," she encouraged. Booth picked up the pen and started to write. It turned out he had a lot more than he'd realized. When he was finished, he passed the list back to her. Erica flipped through about four pages of them.

"All right," she said, pursing her mouth. "Which one would you like to start with first?"

"I have no idea," Booth sighed.

"Okay. What is going on in your life right now that might relate to a regret on this list? How are you feeling? What are you thinking?"

"I am feeling like a complete failure and like I can't do anything right," Booth said, rubbing his face hard. "I messed up a relationship with a woman, and I lost a potential relationship with another. I don't know what to do from here."

"Hmm," Erica said, flipping through Booth's regrets. She found one that related a little. "What about '1987 Prom?' Tell me about that one."

"Oh, God," Booth groaned. "I found out this girl had a crush on me, but I was at prom with someone else. This girl was humiliated in front of everyone because she professed her feelings to me in front of my date. I didn't say or do anything to stop it. I even said something to her that made her feel worse, and she left the school and never came back. I don't know if she even finished high school."

"So what would you do differently?" Erica asked, a glint forming in her eye that Booth missed.

"I guess I would have handled the whole thing differently," Booth said. "I could have shut my damn mouth. I could have went after her and told her how brave she was for admitting how she felt. I mean, it was brave of her. I just didn't realize it at the time. I could have even stood up for her," Booth went on. "I could have stopped those guys from making her feel so bad. You know what? I wish I could have found out sooner and just dealt with it in private."

"Sounds like a good plan," Erica said, smiling. "You ready?"

"For what?" Booth asked. She snapped her fingers, and everything started to spin.

"Argh!" Booth shouted, falling onto his face.

"Dude, what the hell?" Chuck asked. Booth looked up at him, stunned.

"Chuck?" he asked. He hadn't seen Chuck since high school...

"Duh? You on drugs or something?" Chuck asked, offering his hand. Booth took it, and Chuck pulled him to his feet. Booth felt his heart racing as he looked around him. They were outside of his high school. He was carrying a back pack. Chuck was staring at him.

"What...what day is it?" Booth asked.

"It's Friday, man! Prom night!" Chuck laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you? You just said how you were gonna have a good time with your date at the after party."

"Right," Booth nodded. Chuck shook his head and continued walking. Booth felt like he was going to have a stroke. He was in high school. It was 1987. What the hell had Dr. Erica done to him?!

I hope it's intriguing enough to want to read more! Please be kind in your reviews. If you're gonna flame me, please remember that I'm a real person with feelings behind this anonymous username.