So here's chapter number two, even though this scenario isn't going to happen, I still think that it's a good story line :) The majority of this chapter is based on snippets from the sneak peeks were released.

Hope you like! Enjoy! :)


Booth's POV:

I'd barely been able hold Bones' hand in the ambulance. She'd crashed twice in the ambulance, and then once in the hospital. But each time she crashed, they'd shove me out of the way, breaking my contact with her. The benefit to that though, was that they were able to bring her back each time. Still, every time I heard that one note, ear bleeding beep, I wanted to die myself.

It's know that it's all my fault, and the guilt is eating away at me faster than a dog devours a marrow filled bone. I should of been there. I shouldn't of let her stay so late. I should have just picked her up at seven, when we had originally planned on going to dinner. But with Bones being Bones, she wanted to finish her work as soon as she could and not put it off until tomorrow.

I was able to remain by Bones' side until we reached the doors of the operating room, and I was forced to stay outside by a red-headed nurse.

I walked down the hallway in a mental fog, and flung myself into one of those shitty plastic chairs. I saw Angela fast-walking down the hall, Christine in her arms. Angela had been walking into the lab at the same time Bones was being wheeled out on the gurney, and I had handed her Christine, yelling behind myself to meet us at the hospital.

I put my head in my hands, my tears beginning to flow. I felt two tiny hands on my knees, and looked up to see Christine staring at me, her light iris' an exact replica of Bones' ocean blue ones.

I picked up our child, pulling her close. If I couldn't be near Bones, I could at least be near a part of her, near a piece of her DNA.

Christine could sense that I was anxious, and she was beginning to get restless herself. I gave her back to Angela, telling her to take Christine back to her place and make sure she sleeps.

Angela nearly refused, not wanting to leave until we knew something about Bones. But I convinced her that it would be her and Christine's best interest if they went and got some rest. When she argued that she didn't want me to be lonely, I simply argued back that I'd call Max.

Eventually Angela left, and I was left sitting alone in the waiting room. A part of me dreaded calling Max, not wanting to inform him that I'd failed both him and his daughter. I know later that Bones is going to try to reassure me that it's not my fault, but I just can't help but wonder what would of happened if I had just put my foot down and dragged her out of that lab. I failed her, and the guilt was killing me.


Brennan's POV:

Relief. That's what I finally felt when my eyes closed. I vaguely remember Booth standing over me, but what he was saying was distant and hazy. I felt like I was in a state of when you're asleep, but you aren't dreaming. When you feel like you've only been asleep for twenty minutes, but when you look at the clock it's been eight hours.

I wish I could of seen my perpetrator's face, but I had to have those irrational looking magnification goggles blurring my view.

While in these thoughts, I felt a sudden pain in my chest, like I had just been shocked by a doorknob after rubbing my feet against the carpet. I heard distant yelling, but all the words were merged together, and I couldn't tell what they were saying. This irritated me, because while I could make sense of my state of mind, I couldn't open my eyes.

I wanted to open my eyes, to see Booth's eyes staring impatiently into mine. But I couldn't do that, it felt almost like my eyes were glued shut, and I couldn't break the seam.

I felt more pain, and then another shock in my chest. And I heard more chaos around me. However, when the shock passed, instead the area around me being dark, it turned an eye squinting white, and suddenly I felt like I was floating at zero gravity, like I did with Booth in that jet during the case with the blind man.

This feeling continued for quite some time, though I'm not exactly sure how long. It finally ended when I tried to open my eyes, however when my eyes opened, I wasn't met with Booth's impatient eye's staring into mine, but my mother's happy ones.

I observed my surroundings, and immediately recognized where I was. I was standing in my childhood home, in the middle of the living room. And in a stuffed chair, sat my mother, in the exact same clothes she had been wearing the morning of the day that she and my dad disappeared.


Well, I hope you liked this chapter :) Make sure you drop by to give me a review of your thoughts :) I'm going to be finished with this before Monday, and I'll most definitely be posting at least two chapters of this story tomorrow, so that it will be finished on Sunday. I may or may not get a chapter of Complicated up as well, but for now, this is my first priority due to the fact that it has to be finished by Monday :)