A/N: as this is my first foray into chapter stories I want to be clear that I own nothing except the writing

It was a beautiful garden wedding complete with ornamental columns, ice sculptures, and a string quartet playing Pachelbel's Canon inviting the guests to find their seats. Temperance was starting to make her way to her seat when she noticed how lovely the whole affair looked. 'Very high end,' she thought.

While the other guests were still finding their seats she noticed to the side of the podium was a large gilded birdcage filled with numerous white doves. 'They must be planning to release them after the big moment,' she thought. 'This is really a well structured arrangementand it looks exactly like how my wedding will be.'

Taken aback at her own thought her throat got trapped between a hard swallow and a gasp resulting in an embarrassingly loud coughing fit. An elderly man in front of her turned and asked if she was alright.

Nodding her head yes she regained her composure although her eyes were still wide like saucers as she heard her own thoughts replay over again. 'My wedding? Where did that come from? I don't even want to get married and I don't believe it's a necessary ceremony anyway. If two people love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives together what did it matter what label was applied to them.'

She was startled away from her thoughts by the change in music. The groomsmen started walking down the aisle one after the other as she noticed the photographer was taking pictures of the event. The flash at machine gun machine gun speed capturing everything.

She overheard a woman exclaim, "How cute." Another woman giggled, "How adorable." She craned her neck to see what the commotion was about but couldn't get a clear glimpse.

She turned to her date only to realize she was sitting alone. 'That's odd. Where's my date? Did I come here alone?' She looked up at the groomsmen standing shoulder to shoulder. 'I don't know any of these people.' She started scanning the congregation for any familiar faces.

'Ah ha!' she thought as she spied those brownish blonde curls that could only belong to Parker Booth. He had finally made his way to the podium carrying a little blue plush pillow with ribbons on it. 'He must've been who those women were cackling about.' She turned her head to see her partner Seeley Booth making his way down the aisle and taking his spot just to the left of the other groomsmen.

She smiled at him and he smiled back but quickly turned away to focus his attention on the aisle. 'Isn't that the position usually reserved for the groom? Is Seeley Booth getting married? To whom? What is going on here?' Her thoughts raced as she started breathing heavily like marathon runner finally crossing the finish line.

Her slack jawed face did nothing to hide the fact that she was completely stunned. Her heart raced violently as though it were flying down a corridor at some ridiculous speed only if the corridor was quickly getting narrower and narrower. She could not stop looking at him. Her partner and friend. 'Why didn't I know about this? Well clearly I did I mean I'm dressed up and sitting here as a guest but why don't I remember any of this?'

Just then she noticed Booth turn around to face the priest with a woman in a wedding gown standing next to him. 'Who the hell is she? Why can't I see her face?'

The ceremony flew by and she saw Booth and his bride walk back up the aisle as people 

clapped their hands. She still couldn't see the brides face but she saw the giddy smile on her partners face as her heart plunged into a deep sadness. 'At least he's happy. But why am I so distraught? How will this change things? Oh my god here he comes.'

"Hi Bones, I'm so glad you could make it. Rebecca and I wanted to thank you for coming."

"Rebecca," she said while trying to hide her exasperation. "When did you get back together with Rebecca?"

"A couple of months ago, remember? She said she wanted to give Parker a traditional home life, you know, a nuclear family."

'Well that seems rational, I guess,' she thought as she saw him walk away to greet some of the other guests.

"Tempe," she heard a voice call her name. She spun around to see who was calling her but still not recognizing any faces. "Sweetie, pick up it's me."

Temperance sat up and bolted out of bed to her phone while shutting off the answering machine. "Hello," she said as she surveyed her surroundings. 'I'm definitely in my apartment. It must've been a dream.'

"Bren, did I wake you?"

"Yeah you actually pulled me out a dream I was having and Booth was in it."

"Details woman!! Well once you get to work, you do realize the time don't you?"

"Um, yeah it's," as her eyes scanned the room settling on the clock as it read 10:30. "Holy shit is 10:30! Ange I overslept. I'll be there in a 20 minutes."

As she walked into the Jeffersonian, Angela immediately strong armed her into her office and shut the door. "Okay, spill."

"Angela it's only a dream, it doesn't mean anything," Temperance sat with a defiant look on her face.

"Brennan if you don't tell me what that dream was I will make up the most lascivious sex dream about you and Booth and spread it so fast around here that everyone will know," knowing full well she would never really do that but sometimes blackmail was the only way to get her friend to open up.

"Fine," Temperance said as she looked sternly at her best friend. As she finished retelling the dream Angela looked as surprised as her friend.

"Rebecca? Really?" as Tempe nodded. "That's got to be uncomfortable even if it was a dream."

"But the thing that really hurt me about it was that he's not Rebecca's Booth anymore and hasn't been for years. He's my Booth."

"Wait a minute hold the phone," Angela squealed. "Did you just call that hunky partner of yours 'my booth'? Since when did you get possessive about him?"


"I don't mean my Booth," she said stammering a little while trying to find the words to clarify. "I meant our Booth."

"Our Booth?"

"Yeah as in part of our team at the Jeffersonian."

"Sweetie you know he doesn't belong to us right?"

"Of course I know that. Slavery has been outlawed in the United States for," she stopped talking for a second as she noticed the gigantic smile on her friends face. "But he does belong to us. He belongs to me, he's my frigging Booth!"

"Sweetie I know."