This is a collaborative effort with Caris Bennet, who writes in the Spanish section for Bones. We got together for this story, writing half and half and then translatingXD I'll be posting in English, she'll be posting in Spanish. Hope there's interest.

Here's a short summary: B&B are a couple and had an accident. Brennan wakes up and remembers Booth based off of their first case…

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

"She should be awake by now." Booth stated impatiently.

"Booth..." Cam started with tact and patience. "Forty-eight hours." That was the waiting period they were given after Brennan was let off the induced coma. "It hasn't even been twenty-four." She patted him on the shoulder and decided to go for coffee.

Booth stared at his Bones from the other side of the glass that allowed him to look in on her from the hallway. She looked so fragile and he hated seeing her like that. His mind went back to the events of the previous three days. They'd just closed a case and were finally going to take that long awaited alone and away weekend. Brennan insisted she wanted to drive and Booth allowed it without protests. Their song came on the radio and the two were singing to 'Hot Blooded' at the top of their lungs. Booth remembered that brief smile and look she gave him before it happened… before that drunken truck driver crashed into them. Booth regained consciousness on the way to the hospital and had instantly asked about Brennan. Brennan had a head injury; Booth hadn't understood the terminology and Cam was the one who spoke with the doctors. She had explained it to the hurting Booth in simpler terms afterwards. Even after Cam explained it to him, Booth didn't understand the fine details as to why Brennan had to be in an induced coma. He just hoped the results were good. All he wanted was for her to wake up and be okay.

Booth sighed as he came back from his thoughts.

"Wake up, Bones." He whispered as he lightly touched the glass window.

B&B

Booth was impatient to be allowed inside Brennan's room and was glad he convinced the nurse to allow him to be next to Brennan. He was talking to her softly as the nurse did her thing when he noticed Brennan's eyelids begun to flutter.

"She's waking up!" Booth's excited remark caused the nurse to smile. She made her way out of the room in search of the doctor.

The last hour felt interminable for Booth. He stood in a corner of the room, looking at Brennan and letting the doctors do their thing. So far and for what he could understand everything was looking good. Her eyes locked on his and Booth felt his heart race as his feet walked him to her side.

"Hey, how you feeling, Bones?" He gave her sweet eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, happy to see her awake. She gave him a soft smile and caring eyes. Brennan watched him in silence, feeling a warm feeling spread inside of her. Booth thought things were going good, but when she slightly pulled away from his hand, he knew something was wrong.

"You?" She asked with attitude. She couldn't believe she'd felt a warm feeling when she saw him. What was she thinking? "What are you doing here?" Despite feeling like crap, she stared him down. "I told my assistant to never pass you through again. What makes you think I want you in my hospital room?" Brennan was in pain and discomfort and couldn't really place what happened to her, but she didn't want that annoying FBI man in her room. "And don't call me Bones." She added as she squinted her eyes shut for a second. The scared and confused look Booth gave the doctors told the nurse that something was definitely not right.

B&B

Booth exited his shower and put on a pair of boxers without drying first. He walked to his living room and dropped on the couch. He closed his eyes and began to sob. Brennan remembered him based off of their first case. She didn't want to see him and as much as he wanted to be by her side, he knew he couldn't. The doctor's orders were to not contradict Brennan at the moment. Her recovery would take time and he loved her too much to compromise her wellbeing. He wrapped his arms around himself and continued to sob, his face covered in tears.

She didn't remember all their good times or the bad ones. Their bickering sessions, the cases they worked together, but most importantly she didn't remember their sentimental relationship. Not many people knew about their new them; only Pops, Parker and Max. The Squints were picking up on it, especially Angela. Angela. They were going to tell her when they returned from their weekend away.

Booth's cry of pain was loud and echoed in his silent apartment. He didn't feel physical pain; he's pain came from within. He felt incomplete without Brennan and he wanted her to be back soon. He would help her no matter how painful her distance from him would be at first.

B&B

Two weeks later

The day had been a long and tiring one. Angela had brought her home.

Angela had already left and Brennan couldn't help but ponder things through. What was Booth doing at the hospital? The strangest thing was that when she initially woke up, she'd felt a warm feeling spread inside of her when she saw him by her side, his hand holding hers caringly. But in an instant it had all come back to her. He had gotten her drunk to fire her and have intercourse with her and that's why she had quickly pulled her hand away from his. Booth had given her such a confused look, like if he couldn't remember why they couldn't stand each other. Yes, it had been a long, tiring day.

She changed into her pajamas and was having a bite to eat before bed when the first inexplicable memory assaulted her.

She was on her couch with Booth, seated and comfortably talking. She remembered laughing hard at something he'd said. All of a sudden her laughter ceased and they had stared into the other's eyes intensely and both of them, without thinking it, without planning it, had cleared the distance between them. It was a soft kiss, sweet, in which Brennan experienced a never before feeling of happiness. They both ended the kiss. Brennan was able to tell that Booth's gaze held an equal amount of fear and hope. She didn't want Booth to fear anything and it was her who completely initiated the kiss. The kiss became passionate as their lips moved in a frenzy…

And that's where the memory ended. Why would I allow him into my home?, Brennan asked herself. As she tried to elaborate on the memory, see what followed, an excruciating headache occurred. It was as if she was colliding head on with a brick wall.

She felt tired and trying to revisit the memory only caused her to become more tired, so decided to go to bed. She was brushing her teeth when another memory, much more intense than the first, crossed her mind.

Brennan, without ending her kiss with Booth, roamed her hands under his t-shirt. Booth only parted from their kiss and the proximity to her body in order to take his tee off. The agent's hands began to unbutton Brennan's shirt and let it fall on the couch forgotten. Brennan fell back on the couch as she continued to feel Booth's hands deliciously touching her body and lowering the straps on her bra. Booth's lips had left hers and began to travel along her neck, causing Brennan to arch towards him as he moved lower…

She didn't succeed in expanding the memory any further but she was feeling alarmed. Was it possible that she had sex with Seeley Booth? It couldn't be true. She once again tried to remember if they'd gone further or if she'd stopped things, but if she were really honest with herself and what had happed had felt just as in her memory, she knew it was practically impossible that she had stopped Booth. She couldn't remember anything else for the time being and the harder she tried, the more unattainable the memory seemed.

She didn't know if she wanted to remember. Perhaps it was best not completely remembering; it would make compartmentalizing the whole issue a lot simpler. Okay, she had kissed Seeley Booth on her couch. There. In that moment a phrase popped into her mind.

"I've waited such a long time, so many years, to finally be with you…"

It was as if Booth had been standing behind her and whispered those words in her ear. She could remember the warm and happy feeling she'd felt with that comment…as if she'd also been waiting for him. What was I thinking?

And besides, the facts didn't add up. Years? But we only met over a month ago! She shook her head in the negative as she crossed the doorway to her bedroom, without another brief memory. Good, she thought, at least we didn't 'consume the act'.

Pulling back the covers she climbed into her bed and rested on her side. No more sudden memories, she thought with a smile. She turned and as soon as she was lying on her back…another memory, feeling a thousand times stronger than the previous, flooded her mind.

Booth was completely naked and on top of her, his breathing on her neck, his hands on her breasts, both of their hips moving and meeting the other thrust for thrust, trying to get closer to the other even if that were physically impossible. Brennan arched her back as her imminent orgasm, the most pleasurable of the many she'd experienced in her lifetime, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.

"Bones, look at me." Booth whispered and she opened her eyes in order to lose herself in his eyes. Booth's gaze transmitted lust and passion but respect as well…and love. He watched her as if he were a man lost in the desert and had finally found that body of water to satiate his thirst. He'd looked at her like if she were all he needed to survive. He looked at her with love.

Brennan returned from the latest memory. That memory served to clarify with one word her earlier silent question to herself; coitus. But that, of course wasn't the worst part. How could he love her? Love didn't exist, it was just chemicals in the brain…And yet it got worse. When he'd looked at her like that she'd said three words. "I love you."

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