A/N: This is my first Bones fanfic. Also this was written on wordpad, in the wee hours of the morning so forgive the mistakes please. I was watching Bones Videos on Youtube and thinking about Booth's "death" and I just felt compelled to write this, even though it's been done and it's been done better.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE.

Day One.

I turn off my alarm clock before it even beeps, I've been lying awake since three am this morning. I had managed to get a whole fourty-five minutes of sleep before a nightmare woke me up. Though this whole life feels like a nightmare right now. Booth is gone. He's dead. As a doctor, I get that. I realize that his body has ceased to exist, but the emotional side of my brain is telling me that this can't be real. I feel like a part of me is missing, like some vital connection is gone. It's not logical. C'mon Bones you have to get out bed. Great, I'm calling myself Bones. I get up and force myself to walk to the bathroom and that takes almost all the energy I have. I lean heavily on the counter, my palms resting flat against the cold marble, I look at myself in the mirror and I look like a shadow.

"Dammit Booth. I needed you!" I exclaim as my knees give out, I hate admiting that I could need anyone. I'm strong, I am independent. How did I let myself get so dependant on my partner? No tears. No tears. You will not cry. No. As hard as I try a tear slides down my face. I sit crying on my bathroom floor for God knows how long before I manage to get myself into the shower. I scrub and I scrub but the image of his blood on my hands is permanently in my head ao I don't know if it's really gone or not, so I just keep scrubbing.

I get dressed and prepare to head to the lab. I grab a bottle of water, food is just not appealing right now. I can almost hear his voice telling me to eat, but I won't. I know that if I do, I'll get sick and I have to work right now. I have to be Dr. Temperance Brennan, if I allow myself to be Bones or just Temperance I will fall apart. I grab my coat and head down the stairs to my car.

Twenty-one minutes later I am sitting behind my desk at the Jeffersonian. I feel calm here, til I notice the picture of Booth, Parker and I at Parker's tee-ball game last summer. Booth talked me into coming to watch him coach and Parker play. I grab the framed picture and shove it in the bottom drawer of my desk where no one can find it and it's out of my line of sight.

The first one to find me is Cam, she stands in the doorway of my office, looking like she's cried the night away. "Dr. Brennan, I, I didn't expect to see you. How are you holding up?" Swallowing the lump in my throat I force out a "I'm fine Dr. Saroyan." She gives a curt nod and walks away.

Next is Angela and as much as I love her, it was completely predictable.

"Temperance go home." "No." "I know you're hurting sweetie, come on we'll go to your place and drown our sorrows in ice cream." "I'm fine Angela." "You know, you may be able to pull that on Cam, but I know better." "Angela. Leave. Me. Alone." I say through gritted teeth and she turns on her heel and exits the room. I feel bad, I know she really was just trying to help, but right now I don't want it. I am tempted to lock the door to my office, but Cam banned that since Angela and Hodgins got caught too many times.

Zack seems to stay away and I know he is handling things like me. He is my protege after all, I watch him work on the platform while I type reports.

I make it through lunch (not that I ate) til someone else bugs me. I was writing a proposal for my next book when Sweets comes to check on me. One would think that I am on suicide watch or something.

"Doctor Brennan how are you?"

"I'm fine Dr. Sweets."

"I think you're lying."

"Ya know what I have an appointment with you Tuesday but you are currently disrupting my work."

"Alright Doctor Brennan. I'll, uh see you then." He says and once again I am alone. I like being alone. I was alone all the time before I met Booth, I never smiled either.

I am wrapping up for the day when there is a knock at my door, I look up expecting it's Hodgins with his platitude. Instead I am surprised when I see Rebecca standing there with Parker, the boy looks as bad as I feel and is clutching the robot Booth gave him for Christmas.

"I'm sorry Dr. Brennan but he asked to see you." Rebecca said in a voice ladden with emotion. I nod as tears threaten to spill out of my eyes.

I kneel down so I am at Parker's level and he walks over to me and I engulf him in a hug, unable to hold back our tears any longer we are both crying.

"I miss him Dr. Bones." He says as he cries on my shoulder.

"I miss him too Parker." I say and stroke his mess of curls.

"Do you think he's in Heaven with all the angels?" Parker asks and even though I don't believe in Heaven or Hell I nod my head.

"Yeah I do, Parker."

"Good." He says and wipes his tears on the back of his sleeve. I grab a kleenex from my desk and wipe them for him, "Dr. Bones?"

"Yes Parker?" I ask.

"Can I still come visit you?" I give him a sad smile, logically I would have to guess he is afraid of loosing someone who knew his Dad.

"You can come see me anytime you want." I tell him.

"C'mon Parker, we have to go see Uncle Jared and Grandma and Grandpa." Rebecca says from the door way and I can tell she is trying to hold it together for her son.

"Alright. I love you Dr. Bones." Parker says and hugs me one more time.

"I love you too Parker. I'll see you later okay?" I tell him and rough up his curls.

"Okay." He gives a wave and walks for the door.

I spend the next four hours working on various things, odds and ends I could put off but I need something to keep my hands busy and my brain from thinking. Finally at eleven thirty pm, I give up and pack up, heading for home. As I am in my car everything hits me again in a fresh wave of emotions. I sit in my car sobbing for nearly ten minutes before I am finally calm enough to turn the ignition and pull out of the parking space.

When I arrive home, I make my way inside, tossing my keys on the table. While walking down the hallway to my room I pull off my clothes until I am standing in my underclothes. I fall onto my bed and wrap my arms around the pillow, holding it close. I glance at the clock. Twelve - oh one am, I made it through the day without Booth.

One day down, now just the rest of my life.