Chapter One: You Can't Always Get What You Want
Booth woke up in a hospital bed, again. Ugh, he thought to himself. I have go to get myself out of here. He wriggled around in the bed, looking over to see not Bones, but Sweets sleeping beside him. He nudged him. "Sweets." No response. "Sweets. Get off me before I shoot you," He said, raising his voice. "Huh? Oh! Agent Booth, you're awake!" Sweets exclaimed, the most surprised look possible on his baby face. "Yeah, I am. Would you like to tell me what's going on? Where am I? Where's Bones?" he asked angrily. "Calm down, Agent Booth, let me just get your doctor… I can't believe you woke up," Sweets said. Booth, sensing that the therapist was hiding something, called out after him. "Sweets. Tell me what is going on right now. How long have I been asleep? And where in god's name is Bones?" Sweets exhaled deeply before beginning. "After they discovered your brain tumor, you had surgery to remove it, but you reacted very poorly to the anesthesia. You've been in a coma for three years, Booth, but Dr. Brennan was very adamant that you remain on life support. She's…. at the lab right now" he said shyly. "Oh… can I see her?" He asked anxiously. "Um, let me talk to the doctor first, then we'll see" Sweets said, exiting the room as swiftly as possible before Booth could call to him again. He reached the nurse's desk, and quickly told them to page Agent Booth's doctor. He then made a call to the Jeffersonian, telling Cam that Brennan shouldn't come to the hospital that day as they were running some tests and he was unavailable. He hung up the phone, regretting his decision, and well aware that Brennan was going to kick his ass when she found out.
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Brennan stared at her computer screen. She had been staring at the same document for over an hour. She couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to write about Kathy and Andy since Booth's surgery. She fought the urge to kill Andy off every time she wrote. But today, nothing was coming out. She had no words. She turned to the drawer in which she kept some of her most personal possessions. There on top was a picture of her daughter, Abbey. Correction: her and Booth's daughter. She flipped to the next picture, which was taken at the last formal event they had been required to go to before Booth's tumor. Angela must have taken this picture, because the only people in the picture were Booth and Brennan, and they were smiling at each other, un- aware of anyone else's presence. His eyes glinted with happiness, and as she looked closer, her eyes looked exactly the same. As she dug deeper, she found more personal things. There was a dolphin, a pig figurine, a brainy smurf and the old letter she had given to Zach when she accepted him as her graduate assistant. She remembered that night when she was sitting on the steps, upset that she hadn't given Zach anything. Booth came and sat next to her and comforted her, saying, "You gave him something great Bones" And when, she leaned in to him, she suddenly believed him, and with her head on his shoulder, she felt that everything would be okay. At the very bottom of the drawer was a picture of Abbey just after she was born. In the picture, she was silently sleeping next to Booth's also asleep head. Brennan suddenly remembered that day. Brennan carefully crept into Booth's hospital room, and placed the sleeping baby next to his still head. "Hey Booth," she said, smiling. "It's Bones… I just came to tell you, that today, you have a daughter… I know you can't hear me but I'm going to tell you anyway, her name is Abbey, and I named her that because it means father's joy in Hebrew, and I know that if you were awake, you would be so happy…" Brennan sighed, her chest heaving with the tears that were threatening to fall. "And… I love you. You may never be able to hear me say that, but I love you… so much Booth. I love you so much it hurts. But, I have to go. I'll see you soon, and I hope you wake up so you can meet my- our wonderful daughter. She's quite perfect, or the closest thing. I know it's not rational, and nothing can ever be perfect, but every time I look at her, I see the best thing that's ever happened to me" Brennan let a few tears loose. "You… She has your eyes, Booth. Now's about the time when you would normally say something that makes absolutely no sense to me, but I know you can't. I miss you Booth, come home soon" she said, and left the room.
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Booth was discharged from the hospital about 30 minutes ago, after an extensive work up and LOTS of questions. All he wanted to do was see Bones, then his son. She had looked so worried when they went into his surgery. Sweets had insisted that Booth stay another night at the hospital, but Booth refused. He had to see Bones. He called a cab, and directed it to the Jeffersonian. What would he say to her? He wondered if she was okay, and how she was doing. But he was about to find out, because the cab had pulled up to the Jeffersonian. He paid the driver, then got out. He stood at the curb for a few moments, looking up at the museum in all its glory. It was summer time, so the grounds were not blanketed with snow. But the twinkling lights that hung over the gardens were still there, making this an almost perfect moment. He thought back to the day when Bones had blackmailed him into being her partner.
"What are you trying to do?" He asked her. "Blackmail you" Brennan deadpanned, a slight smirk on her face. "Blackmail a federal agent?" Booth said questioningly. "Yes," she said. "I don't like it" Booth said. "I 'm fairly certain you're not supposed to" She said. She was acting like a know it all again, he remembered thinking. "Fine. You're in," He said, reluctantly, as she stalked off.
Back to the present, Booth stared at the large building that he used to spend so much time at, wondering if it would be better if he saw Parker first, but decided against it. That would be too much explaining to Rebecca. He sighed as he started to walk toward the building, excited. He had no idea what he was in for.