Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or Naruto at all. I merely own the plot in which is being used. Now I want you to remember that. I don't feel like being sued anytime soon.

Summary: If you were ranting and raving about being from a world full of Ninjas and demons you'd probably be sent to an asylum. But what if you weren't crazy at all. What if what you said was true. Naruto is sent to a world nothing like his own and as time passes is forced to question his own sanity. Six months afterward however the people and things that he was told were nothing but hallucinations start to show up in his life once again. A boy who looks very much like him but isn't him is found dead in a public park with a note attached to his clothing, "A slow ninja is a dead ninja". Booth and squints are brought in to investigate. Little do they know that this case will bring them into a world like no other and Zack will be along for the ride just for the hell of it. Parings: ShikaSaku, Booth/Bones, Hodgens/Angela, Zack/Hinata, and NaruGaara.

AN: Hey people This was a request from a fan of mine named The-Always-Angel.

The Light and the Lab

prologue

I've been here for so long but I haven't lost track of time...not yet anyways. It's been 63072000 seconds, 1051200 minutes, 17520 hours, 730 days, about 104 weeks, 24 months. I've been here for two years. Nothing about this place surprised me anymore. Each day is the same as the last. Everything is scheduled, nothing is out of place. I could be blindfolded and maneuver around each room without difficulty. Nothing ever really changed here...yes new patients came in...but...The patients were usually similar to each other in situation.

Schizophrenic, Bipolar, Stockholm's syndrome, among other things that have gotten them here whether it be a permanent stay or temporary. I'm one of the permanent resident here and the one thing that land me here was a momentary lapse in judgment. This lapse set off a domino effect of sorts. In the end my logic was flawed. That is why I am here.

At times I wish things could be different. For someone to come and change things. It doesn't seem like I'm asking for a lot...but I suppose I am. After all...what sane man would want to change this place and what insane one could. It's an improbable wish. I say improbable...but not impossible. There's a reason for that.

One night I laid awake in my bed with my hands resting on my chest (I have found it to be the most comfortable position sense the accident) and I heard a noise. That one noise turned into several. Shouting, cursing, the sound of breaking glass, and falling bodies was heard just outside my door. I approached the door carefully and peaked out the small window. I saw a blond boy dressed in orange...perhaps eighteen or nineteen years of age. The staff was trying to calm him down but he wouldn't allow it. He screamed and raved about a red portal, about demons, and ninja. His blue eyes were wild and confused. One of the larger men who worked as a doctor here lunged at him with a syringe. He manged to jab it into the boys arm and pushed the plunge before the young man struck him and he flew back several feet hitting the wall hard.

The blonds struggle became weak as the drug started to take affect. He called out for help from several people including someone named "Gaara." He called out for that boy more then any of the others. The drug finally took over not long after it had been given. He fell forward and was caught by one of the nurses. They took him away to be examined.

A week after that instance I found him in the recreations room heavily medicated like many of the others. We started to talk and I found him to be rather good company. His name was Naruto. We spoke about our lives before we came here quite often though his life seemed more like a story. Like a Novel or or something similar. None of it seemed real...between the demons and the ninja's I couldn't believe it...and yet at times I wished I could. As time went on he spoke less and less of the world he supposedly came from. Three weeks after he had shown up he stopped all together. That didn't stop us from talking though.

As the weeks turned to months he quickly became a favorite among the staff and patients coherent enough to recognize him. His smile and strong willed attitude seemed to brighten up the place. About six months after he had been found he was deemed cured and was to be released to a family member (though Naruto claimed he didn't recognize him) the next day. That morning at breakfast I asked him a question that had been eating away at me for quite some time.

"Naruto...when you first came here...i over heard you screaming for help from someone...named Gaara..." I didn't look at him as I asked...instead I looked down at my cereal moving the pieces around with my spoon. "...who is he?"

A few moments passed before I got an answer, "A hallucination I guess..." He left that afternoon but it wouldn't be the last time I saw him. It turns out...he was not suppose to be in this loony bin. He was never crazy at all.

AN 2: Oh my...it seems that something terrible has happened. He has actually been convinced that he is crazy and what he remembers is nothing but his imagination playing tricks on him. What will happen next...if the others arrive to rescue him how will he react. Find out as the story goes on. I will post once this chapter has (15 reviews) I know its a lot...but I really like hearing what the readers think of the story.