Chapter 1: Booth
A/N Well, this is my first Bones fanfic, and I hope it's okay! Please read and review!
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A month had passed since Brennan and Booth had last seen Avalon. Angela had even stopped going to see her psychic so that the woman could prepare for the up and coming funeral of her younger sister, but there wasn't a day that went by where Booth didn't think about the words that the psychic had said. He and Brennan would work out, it was all he was running off of, that and his "dream" world. More than once, Booth had admitted to himself that he wished he could go back to that dream world, go back to a place where Brennan was lying beside him every night. To a place where he could kiss her and hold her, and be with her non-stop. That was where his mind carried him every night, lying in bed alone.
Seeley's eyes were wide open. He couldn't get his mind off of her face. The blue eyes that withheld the knowledge that she knew about, the lips that captivated his thoughts, but even more so, the fact that she was carrying his child. Wait! Wait, no. That was the dream world Brennan. For some reason, Booth still managed to get the two of them confused. Maybe it was because he wanted to believe that it was the truth, that she really was pregnant with his baby, and maybe it was because he just couldn't allow himself to think of anything else except for the reaction that he had when he had found out. Even if it was just a dream world.
Lazily, his head dropped over to the direction of the alarm clock that was settled upon his nightstand. It read 2:31 a.m. He had work in under six hours, and he still couldn't allow himself to sleep. Sleep had been much difficult since the dream world, since he didn't have her lying next to him, her even breathing a constant reminder of how he was loved, and how he loved somebody more than the entire world. Avalon had been his hope, Sweets had taken it away. What Booth couldn't bring himself to understand was why Sweets had been so reluctant to believe Booth when he said he loved Brennan. Sure, the feelings Booth had for Temperance weren't as strong as they were after he came out of the coma, but they were real. To awaken after his coma and see Temperance sitting there, worried about him, caring that he was okay, made his heart quicken.
The confusion he had felt when Brennan was sitting there, not Temperance from The Lab, but Bones, his Bones, sitting there looking at him was incredibly difficult to cope with. He didn't know what to think right at that moment. Was he married to her, or was she just Bones, the brilliant scientist who had only spoken about having a baby, but not actually been pregnant by the natural means? That part was the part that made it all so incredibly confusing and earth-shattering. He didn't know what to think, to feel, and then, bam, reality hit. Bones was just Bones, she wasn't his wife, they weren't married. When the two of them returned to work on the same day, Booth knew it was fate. Avalon, the psychic, just confirmed it.
Happiness had erupted through his body when he had learned that Bones would eventually actually be his, even if it was by unconventional means. A psychic wasn't exactly what everybody would be sitting there agreeing to, especially not the people that Seeley himself worked with. The people he worked with would more than likely disagree and say that the possibilities of the future were too infinite and there wasn't a secure way to tell exactly what would happen and how everything would turn out, and yet hope, the only thing he could go on, was all he could feel.
As Booth's thoughts consumed him, he was off in a different place, unable to focus on anything but the happiness that enveloped his body. Finally, he turned to look in the direction of the alarm clock once again, now, it read 3:11. Forty minutes exactly had gone by, and yet he still wasn't tired. Morning was encroaching and he was going to have to be ready for work, be ready to catch bad guys, and to see Bones. Well, now Booth definitely wouldn't be able to sleep. The idea of sleep when there were less than five hours now to see the woman he was in love with would be impossible.
And, just like that, the thoughts of sleep drifted him off into a much less realistic dream world, yet still a world where Brennan was his lover, and where she was lying beside him. The world was so clear, so perfect, and so pristine. There wasn't anything that could stop this perfection.
Except for the arrival of the sun and an unexpected phone call on his cell phone.
Jolted awake, Booth sat up and groped the floor, searching for the small cellular device so he could actually answer it. Groggily, he snapped the top of the phone open and answered. "Booth."