A/N: Okay, this is my very first fan fic. I hope you Enjoy it. Please be kind. :D It is B&B all the way. Hang in there, it gets better, a lot better.

Ch.1

Today was his wedding day. Hopefully it would be the last time he dared step in front of God and ask him to bless a union between him and someone else. He never wanted to go through this again.

He waited in the little waiting room where members of the wedding party were to get ready. He was the only one in the room. He had been ready for over an hour. He paced like a caged lion and then finally relented and sat down in one of the metal chairs.

Today should be a happy day he knew. It should be one that he would look back on in years to come and make him smile. He wouldn't look back on this day and smile though. He had another day implanted in his heart that made him do that.

This was a new beginning for him, no baggage, no complications, just a new beginning. His bride was getting ready in the next room opposite his. There was much fuss going on about outside he could hear with everyone getting ready. There was no fuss and no fanfare coming from his little room. He didn't even know if his best man had shown up yet.

There was no way he could ask Jack to stand up for him. He probably wouldn't have agreed to it anyway. At the last minute, he had asked Sweets and he had agreed. He was probably out there waiting.

He checked his watch. It was time for him to move out to the front of the church. He wished she hadn't insisted on this to be done in a church. He had really just wanted to go to the courthouse just so it will be legal. He felt like he was being sacreligious holding this wedding in a church in front of God.

He met Sweets at the front of the church and together they waited for his bride to make her appearance. He noticed all of the guests that had turned out. Her father had managed to make this a lavish affair. He had completely gone against his wishes on this.

Sweets patted his breast pocket to show him that he had the rings. Booth nodded his head in acknowledgement. He felt like he was going to throw up.

The music began to play and soon the bridesmaids and flower girls were making their appearance. They walked down the aisle by themselves seeing as Sweets was the only member of Booth's wedding party.

The wedding song began to play and all of the guests stood up. It was time. His bride was coming to him and soon they would be married under the eyes of God.

She looked beautiful, he had to say that. Her gown was covered in lace and the train was very long. Her hair had been fixed and put up. She had wanted to wear the Italian wedding dress but he had said no. She had pouted for a little while.

She carried her bouquet in front of her and he saw that it was filled with daffodils, Brennan's favorite.

He couldn't breathe. Had she done that on purpose? Finally his bride stepped in beside him and gave her bouquet to her maid of honor. The priest began his ceremony.

She was staring at him. Her heart was in her eyes. He felt awful. This was not right. He shouldn't be marrying her, not when his heart belonged to someone else.

Hannah Burley was a war correspondent that he had met while he was in had set her sights on him instantly as soon as she had seen him and never relented. And now her reward for her relentless pursuit of Seeley Booth was paying off. She had taken him to bed after their second date and he hadn't been too hard to persuade. He almost seemed broken when she first met him but she didn't care.

It had been over a year since since he left DC for Afghanistan. Too soon to be marrying he had thought but he wasn't getting any younger. Hannah had wanted him. She loved him and promised to take him as he was. He had agreed to be a faithful husband and a good father to their children. But love? He didn't know if he could ever feel that emotion again.

The priest was still speaking. Booth still had a few minutes in which he could call this off. He shouldn't be doing this not while he was still loving her. His heart was begging him to stop this.

But then he thought about it. While he loved her, she didn't want him. Even after they had shared something that he would never forget, she still walked away. So yes, he was going to marry Hannah. And now this is where his life was starting anew. He had stopped crying every day and had found a way to function each day. Maybe he didn't love her, but she did help him. She numbed the pain. So yes, he was going to marry Hannah.

The priest asked Booth to grab Hannah's hand and to recite some vows. Methodically and completely void of emotion he parroted the words the priest had said. Hannah recited her vows also.

There arose a clamor from the back of the church and Booth's gut instincts told him something was up. He jerked his head to the back of the church and shock cursed through his body. "Bones..."