"Dr. Brennan, another successful case, it was great working with you," said Booth professionally.
Hannah suddenly appeared behind Booth.
"Seeley," she crooned tapping on his shoulder.
Booth scooped her up into his arms and kissed her passionately. He then left without so much as a second glance at Brennan.
"My name is Bones," she called after him.
"My name is Bones!"
"Bones," she repeated again and again.
"Bones?"
"Bones?"
Brennan's eyes fluttered open and suddenly she found herself staring up into the eyes of none other than the one and only Seeley Joseph Booth.
"Booth?" she asked.
"Oh thank god you're awake; ohmygod you're awake! Nurse! Nurse! She's awake!"
"Booth, what's going on?" Brennan asked still dazed.
She looked around the room, the white walls, the narrow bed, the curtain: a hospital, she comprehended.
A nurse came in to check her vitals.
"Why am I in the hospital?" she asked
"You don't remember?" "You had a brain tumor, so you had to have an operation to remove it; you were in a coma for days!" he explained fervently.
"It felt so real," she said
"What did?" he asked.
"I asked for your sperm and then you had brain tumor and you had to have an operation and then I read you my book and we were married and then you woke up and told me you loved me and…where is Hannah," she asked suddenly scanning the hospital room.
"Who?" asked Booth
"Oh, you mean the girl from your book," he finally understood.
"Excuse me?" Brennan asked confused.
"I found your manuscript in your house; I've been reading you a chapter once a day; It's probably the best thing you've ever written," he told her smiling softly.
"Explain." She demanded.
"Well, you did ask for my um stuff, very awkward by the way, but then we were in the middle of an interrogation and you started acting funky so I called 9-1-1. The doctors discovered a benign tumor in your brain, the operation was a success, but you had a bad reaction to the sleepy stuff," he explained gently.
"Anesthesia," she corrected.
"Right, well anyway I found your latest manuscript and started reading it to you."
"Andy gets a brain tumor, wakes up, and tries to tell Kathy he loves her, but she turns him down, so he moves on with another woman."
"That's the part I didn't like; Andy loves Kathy, there's no way would he move on so quickly." He continued.
"But then again it seems like he's trying to convince himself he likes that girl; everyone knows he will always love Kathy." said Booth.
Booth and Brennan locked eyes.
"Ironic how you wrote a book about your character having a tumor right before you developed one." He said.
"Irony is a concept that is almost always misconstrued," stated Brennan.
"You haven't changed a bit have you," he smiled at her.
She rolled her eyes and then smiled.
"It's good to have you back, I was really worried," he said seriously.
When he bent down to give her a hug she felt a familiar stirring inside. Angela would say she was in love, to which Brennan would roll her eyes and launch into a lengthy speech on how love was just a feeling from natural chemical releases in the body. If she wasn't in love with Booth though, then why did she feel so heart broken when he ran off with that woman in her dream?
"So everything was some sort of hallucination?" she asked.
"It seems like you were dreaming everything that I read to you from your book." said Booth.
"Except I wasn't dreaming about Kathy and Andy I was dreaming about us." She told him.
"Hah! So you are finally going to admit that the characters are based off of us?" Booth asked.
Brennan threw him a disparaging look.
Booth smiled at her. He appeared calm and relaxed on the outside, but inside he was a wreck of emotions; he didn't ever remember feeling so much at one time. Mostly, Booth was just relieved to have Bones back. He was also more than a little nervous to tell her she had to live with someone for a week to monitor her. Angela was on her "babymoon" with Hodgins, so he would have to be the one stay with her. He could only picture her reaction; she hated feeling needy.
Bones suddenly grabbed Booth's hand.
"Booth, how does it end?" she asked intensely.
"How does what end?" he asked.
"My book, how does it end?'
"We haven't gotten there yet…" he answered.