Hi guys! Please leave a comment! This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm only 14 so go easy on me ! Once I get 15 comments Ill post the next chapter up... Hope you like it!

PS. I got a C in English... I'm a really bad speller..... But I've tried really hard :)

PPS. Sadly no matter how hard I wish...I still do not own Bones..... :(

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Chapter 1

Brennan's POV

"Who are you?" He said, confusion clearly displayed on his face.

I chuckled nervously.

"Come on Booth please don't, that's not funny" I said, my tone pleading, and only shaking slightly as I tried to control the tears threatening to spill out any second now, trying to convince myself that he couldn't betray me like this.

I looked up at his face, his warm eyes seemed foreign as I looked into them, as I had been doing for the past four years. He looked at me, his face that had become so familiar to me as I saw it every day, seemed as though it belonged to a stranger.

His charming smile that seemed to be forever plastered to his face was nowhere to be seen.

My smile.

I recalled the day Angela told me about my smile.

"Sweetie look at the way he looks at you, those gorgeous eyes, his charming smile that he keeps just for you! How can you say no to that?" she said with a waggle of her eyebrows.

I frowned, "Angela he uses that smile on everyone, to get what he wants!" I had said in an exasperated tone, as I explained this to her for the millionth time.

"What ever you say sweetie, but next time you see him, look at the way he looks at you, try to see what the rest of us see." She said before turning around, and with the click of her heels she disappeared into her office.

And I had. Next time I saw him I had looked at the way he looked at me, but what I saw confused me.

I shook my head, returning to the present. I dropped his hand as if it was hot, and stepped back away from his side. I quickly wiped the back of my hand over my eyes to stop the hot tears which had begun to make their way down my cheeks.

Focus Bones.

I internally kicked myself for referring to myself with the nickname Booth had given to me. I remember when he first gave it to me I was so stubborn, refusing to be called such a stupid name. But I had grown to love it, as I had grown to love Booth.

You don't love Booth Temperance.

Once again I turned and looked at his face, studying it, searching for any sign of recognition. He stared back at me, his expression changing from blank to panicked.

"Who are you?" he repeated again.

I had to choke back a sob that threatened to escape my lips. Suddenly I felt numb. He is leaving me, just like they all do. A flash of anger filled my, but left as soon as it started as I looked down at his helpless expression. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes

"I'm Doctor Temperance Brennan. I work at the Jeffersonian Institution where I identify murder victim's remains and work with the FBI to solve the murders." I said calmly, my tone going into professional drive. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me, studying me.

"I'm going to go get a nurse." I said, doing everything I could to prevent myself from bursting into tears. No. I won't let him see me cry. I turned around and started towards the door.

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Booth's POV

My dream with the beautiful angel called Bren in it was starting to fade, and I desperately tried to hold onto it. My head felt as though it was filled with bricks. What did I do last night? How much did I drink? I slowly rolled over, but found I was unable to. That's strange.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I could vaguely make out a steady robotic rhythm. It sounded familiar. I let the strange noise wash over me as I tried to identify where I had heard it before.

Shit.

I opened my eyes with a jolt. Why am I in a hospital? I looked around the room. It was bare except for a few chairs and the machines making the noise.

" Booth?" said a voice. I turned around and looked at her. I was shocked. Coming towards me was the angel from my dream. I tried to remember her name. Bren. What was she doing here?

" The dream," I murmured more to myself then to the angel ", it seemed so real..."

"Don't worry Booth," she said. Booth. That's me. How does the angel know my name? She carried on, but I wasn't really listening.

"Who are you?" I blurted out.

My angel chuckled, but I could tell it was strained.

"Come on Booth please don't, that's not funny." She said in a shaky voice.

I felt puzzled.

Should I know who my angel was?

Shock crossed the angels face as she looked at me, searching my face. My heart broke as I saw how hurt she looked.

Tears began to spill onto her cheeks and all I wanted to do was to lean over and wipe them away. Her hand that had been in mine, so small and delicate, whipped out of my grasp as if it had been burnt. Her hand raked over her beautiful blue eyes to try to disguise her tears.

Why was my angel so sad? What did I do? I needed to reach out to her, and comfort her, but I didn't know how. I didn't want to hurt my angel, even though I didn't know who she was. I could see how much this was hurting her, but I needed to know.

"Who are you?" I repeated, slightly panicked that I was causing my angel so much pain.

She choked back a sob, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying too at the pain I was causing my angel. A flash of an emotion flickered over her face so quickly that I didn't have time to identify it. Her beautiful face went blank, and a cold expression replaced the pained one that had been occupying it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm Doctor Temperance Brennan. I work at the Jeffersonian Institution where I identify murder victim's remains and work with the FBI to solve the murders." She said in a cold, calm tone.

When she opened her eyes she looked at my face, her eyes seemed to be pleading. Somehow it seemed I had disappointed her as she turned around.

"I'm going to go get a nurse."

I felt helpless as my angel turned around and made her way towards the door. I needed to stop her from leaving me, for with each step she took away from me, her shoulders shook from the sobs she was trying to hide. It was my fault that my angel was crying and I needed to help her.

"Bones stop!" I blurted, her name rolling of my tongue as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It was my favourite word in the world. The name which I repeated day after day.

The angel stopped. My angel stopped. My Bones stopped.

My Bones.

It all started to come back to me, images flickering through my mind. Images of me and my Bones, the stubborn forensic anthropologist that I had made it my mission to look after, after I had heard her story.

She may appear strong and solid on the outside, but I knew better.

I knew about the teenager whose parents had left her.

I knew about the teenager that still grieving the loss of her parents, had her brother leave as well.

I knew all these things and I made it my mission to make her trust again.

I made it my mission to make her love again.

I made it my mission to never hurt my Bones.

Never.

I had failed.

The sobbing figure of Bones was frozen in the doorway, her arm still outstretched to open the door.

"Temperance?" my pleading voice cracked as I said the name of my angel. The name of my Bones.

She shuddered as she heard her name and slowly turned around to face me. Her beautiful face stained by the tears pouring down her face.

The tears that I made her cry.

The tears I had made it my mission to save her from, not cause.

My heart broke again as a sob escaped her shaking mouth. She looked so young and vulnerable, the way she never let anyone see her, this is the side of her she kept hidden away from the world.

"Bones."

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Brennan's POV

I couldn't hold the tears back any longer as I made my way towards the door. They slid silently down my face as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.

He promised me he would never leave me.

Now, in the body of the man I thought I loved, was a stranger.

A stranger who didn't know who I was.

A stranger who didn't love me.

How could he do this to me, leave me?

No, it wasn't his fault.

Anyway, I reminded myself, Doctor Temperance Brennan doesn't need anyone to look after her.

"Bones stop!" He shouted as I stretched my arm out towards the door to open it, to escape from this hell.

I froze.

It's funny how the Doctor Temperance Brennan who doesn't need anyone to look after her needed to hear that man say her name, whether or not it was Bones, Temperance, Joyce, she didn't care. She needed him say it. She just needed to hear it come out of his mouth.

"Temperance." He said, his tone now pleading, and cracking as he said my name. I shuddered as I let out a breath I had been unaware I was holding and slowly turned around to look at Booth.

I didn't care that I had tears running down my face, nor that I hadn't put on makeup once in the past four days as I sat by his bedside, hoping he would return to me.

He was looking back at me. The face that I said belonged to a stranger no longer looked so foreign. I let a sob escape my lips, forcing his brow to furrow further in concern

"Bones." He stated once again. He seemed to be trying to convince me that he remembered. He remembered me. I smiled a sad, watery smile and began to run towards him. He held out his arms and I dove into them, thankful for his warm embrace. I pressed my ear up next to his heart, making sure I could hear its steady beat. The steady beat keeping him alive.

I could hear a muffled sob in my hair, where his face was resting. I looked up and saw him looking back at me with his deep brown eyes that had so often reminded her of a dog she had when she was younger. A loyal dog who loved me and would never hurts me. Is that what Booth felt towards me? Love? Loyalty? I looked deeper into his eyes, searching.

"I'm so sorry." He croaked, rocking me back and forth in his embrace, like one would rock a baby to sleep. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh God Bones I'm so sorry!" he repeated over and over until I placed my finger over his lips to silence him, burying my head back into his chest.

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