It had been a while since Booth had found Brennan on her floor with her door open. Brennan had forgotten everything, even calling Booth. The Jeffersonian had finally decided she could go back to work, though everyone kept a close eye on her. She was growing progressively more irritated with everyone following her around. Despite this, she did her best to keep quiet about it. She knew that they were all doing it out of worry.
Brennan had been having weird dreams that she couldn't explain. She didn't tell anyone about them, slightly afraid that they'd think something was wrong with her. Though she did begin to worry. Each night the dreams were longer, and had more detail. It took her a while to fall asleep on this night, but eventually she did.
First there was a crash. She got out of bed and crept to a window. Opening it she began to listen to two tall, red haired boys. They had freckles, and looked about 16. Broken brooms were at their feet. When they started talking she discovered their names were Fred and George. She noticed that they had a British accent. Then they pulled out wands and muttered something that could not mean anything in an existing language. A light flashed and the brooms fixed themselves. Brennan fell backward and when she got back up the two boys were gone, but their brooms remained. Brennan ran and grabbed a phone, speed dialing Booth. She was about to tell him what had happened when the boys entered her house. The door wasn't broken, but Brennan was sure it had been locked. Before she could do anything the boys pointed their wands and simultaneously said, "Obliviate!"
Brennan woke with a start. She felt herself sweating. After thinking about the dream something clicked. This was the memory she had forgotten. She wasn't sure how she knew, Booth would say it was a gut feeling.
Shaking slightly she got up and got dressed. There was a knock on the door as she finished her hair. Booth was finally here. When she answered the door, surely enough, Booth stood there looking slightly awkward. When the door opened he straightened up, and smiled. "Cool, let's go."
"Can I drive?" Brennan asked hopefully.
"No," Booth replied.
Brennan sighed but didn't say anything back. She knew that on this matter it was useless to argue. Leaving the building she got into the passenger side of Booth's car. For the most part it was pretty silent as they drove to the Royal Diner.
Booth's phone rang half-way through their meal. "Hello?" he said as he answered. There was a pause then he said, "Got it." and hung up.
Brennan knew what Booth was going to say before he even said anything. Though, it turned out she was wrong.
"Sweets wants to have a session," he looked Brennan in the eyes. "And we're going."
"What?!" Brennan exclaimed. "No, we're not." she was using the slightly high pitched voice she uses when she doesn't agree with Booth.
Booth sighed. "It's not for us. Angela scheduled a session, and now doesn't want to do it alone. Sweets says she refuses to continue without us there."
Brennan's face was full of confusion. She stared at Booth's face, examining it carefully. "That can't be right. Angela would never want us there. Plus, she would never schedule a session."
At this, Booth's face tightened slightly. "Fine," he sighed again. "It was Hodgins. I thought you'd be more likely to come if it was Angela."
"Why wouldn't I go for Hodgins?" Brennan failed to understand what Booth meant.
"Just come on." Booth put some cash on the table and stood up.
When they finally arrived at Sweets's office Brennan still didn't understand why Hodgins would need them there for his session. What does Hodgins need to talk to Sweets about anyway? Her mind kept running through possibilities, but none of them seemed rational.
Booth and Brennan opened the office door. Angela, Hodgins, Cam, Vincent Nigel-Murray, and Wendel were in the office with Sweets. "This doesn't look like it's a therapy session for Hodgins..."
"You told her it was for me?!" Hodgins said, only slightly pretending to be upset.
"Who's it for?" Brennan demanded.
Booth closed the door behind him. "Well, we were all worried about you. You've been talking about having weird dreams, and we wanted to make sure you were OK." Everyone smiled.
"We know your probably fine, but Sweets says we should do this anyway." Angela said, trying to be helpful.
"Just take a seat, and could you tell us about your dreams?" Sweets motioned towards the small couch in the middle of the crowded room.
Brennan sighed and sat. She would have argued, but she was smart enough to realize it would be useless. She began to tell them about the dreams. Starting with how each night they became longer, and more detailed. Then she told about the two boys and their brooms. She told about how they somehow used magic, then came and used it on her. After that she paused before telling them that she somehow knew this had happened on the night she had forgotten her memory.
They all stared at her for a few minutes, thinking through what they had just been told. "Well," Sweets finally said. "I suppose it's possible that something like that happened." He was trying to much to be helpful.
"Or." Hodgins began. "Or magic exists!"
"Honey, magic does not exist." Angela sighed. "It's just another fake conspiracy."
"F-fake?!" Hodgins looked mildly offended. He turned away as Angela patted his shoulder gently.
Everyone else looked like they didn't know what to think. Though, they obviously thought that she was going crazy.'
Booth seemed to be having an argument with himself. It was obvious that he wanted to be on Brennan's side, but magic was obviously just to strange a thing to exist.
"I agree with Sweets." Brennan said suddenly.
There was a small gasp, she had never agreed with him before.
"What I mean is, this could be something like what happened. Though magic could not have been involved."
Hodgins was about to argue, but Booth's phone rang.
Booth sighed and answered. "Hello?" A minute later he hung up, looking confused. "There's an owl for all of us at my office. Apparently it has a letter, and won't let anyone near it. They think that it will only allow us to take the letter."
