Thanks for the encouragment. I really appreciate it.
I don't own Bones.
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They kept telling him that he was missing three and a half years of his life. That hole they had put in his head had stolen time from him, memories from him and he didn't know what to do about it. Booth couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he had been working with Dr. Temperance Brennan for three and a half years. What made it worse was a kid claiming to be a psychologist had told him that Temperance was his best friend as well as his partner.
He didn't have a partner. He hadn't worked with a partner since his army days. He was a loner and he didn't work well with others. Now he had a partner and not just any partner. His partner was Dr. Temperance Brennan. The last memory he had of her was of her slapping him and saying she'd never work with him again. What was he supposed to do about that?
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His grandfather had visited the day after Booth had awakened from his surgery and clearly had been upset that his grandson was missing so much time in his memory. Hank had tried to tell Booth about the many things that happened in the past three and a half years, but the more he spoke the more Booth had become agitated. Frustrated with the situation himself, Hank had left, promising to see his grandson the next day. Hank planned to visit with his grandson each day until Booth was released from the hospital, but first he needed to come to grips with the young man's loss. Once Booth was released, Hank realized that he was going to have to move into Booth's apartment and take care of him until he was well enough to return to work, if he could return to work.
When Hank told him that he was moving in with him for awhile, Booth had argued that it wasn't necessary. Booth didn't want to be a burden to his grandfather or anyone else, but Hank knew that his grandson needed his help.
Much to Booth's irritation, he wasn't going to be given a choice in the matter. Clearly his life was being controlled by others and he couldn't stop it.
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Cam had taken it upon herself to give Booth a crash course about the missing years in his life. Bringing pictures and documents to the hospital, Cam had shown him the faces of the people he worked with now. She provided their names and what they did. She explained how they worked with him. She'd explained that he was the liaison between the Jeffersonian and the FBI and that Dr. Temperance Brennan, the most important Anthropologist in the country was his partner. Cam had brought copies of reports showing the successful cases that he and his partner had solved.
What really blew him away was the fact that he was in charge of Major Crimes. He had his own office and a lot of agents worked for him. A little uneasy, he felt like he was an actor in a play. They had thrown a script at him and told him that he was going to play a part and he didn't have time to study the part or even refuse the role.
As the days crept by, he became more confused and angry. He was being pulled towards a destiny he didn't know he had and everyone he met insisted that he had to go along with it.
When Booth had finally had time to think about his son, he asked Cam if he could borrow her phone.
Reluctantly, Cam gave him her phone and watched him call Rebecca. Hearing only one side of the conversation, Cam heard enough to feel sick for Booth. Rebecca felt that it would be best that Booth waited to see Parker. Rebecca had been told by Hank Booth that Booth was having a memory problem and she didn't want to upset Parker. Clearly, Rebecca didn't care if she upset Booth.
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Booth had been in the hospital for five days and he was finally being discharged. He felt fine and he was eager to finally be released. What he worried about was the fact that he had a large gap in his memory and his doctor wasn't sure if it was temporary or permanent. If it was temporary, no one knew if it was just a short term problem or a long term problem. The kid, Lance Sweets had tried to explain it to him, but Booth had grown angry at the uncertainty and demanded that the kid leave his room. He didn't want some child he didn't know giving him advice or telling him that it would be alright when clearly it wasn't.
After dressing, Booth had sat down on his bed and waited for someone to tell him that he could leave. He planned to get a cab and go home as soon as they said he could leave. At least his home was still his home. He'd made sure of that.
Staring at the far wall, not moving, Booth didn't realize he had company until Brennan interrupted his thoughts.
"I have your release forms. You can go home now."
Startled, Booth turned to stare at Brennan. "Uh . . . Thanks."
Standing up from the bed, Booth walked over towards Brennan and held his hand out for the forms. A nurse, entering the room with a wheelchair in tow, pointed to the chair and smiled. "Okay, Mr. Booth, if you'll hop on board, we'll go down to the lobby and you can be on your way."
Booth stared at the chair and slowly shook his head. "I don't need a chair."
Her smile not wavering, Nurse Smythe informed him, "Sorry, hospital policy. You have to use the chair to be discharged."
Very annoyed, Booth sat on the chair and folded his arms across his chest.
Brennan following Booth and the nurse out of the hospital room noticed the look of frustration on Booth's face.
Arriving at the lobby, Brennan moved around Booth's chair and leaned over to talk to him. "I'll go get my car and bring it around. You wait here and I'll be right back."
Frustrated with everyone telling him what to do, Booth shook his head. "I'm going to get a cab."
Brennan stared at Booth's clenched hands and tried to reason with him. "Booth, there is no need to hire a cab when I'm here and I'm willing to take you home."
Staring intently at Brennan, Booth finally gave in. He realized that she wasn't going to let him leave in a cab, so why fight it. "Sure."
Flicking her eyes at the nurse, Brennan left the lobby to retrieve her car.
Nurse Smythe cheerfully handed Booth his overnight bag while they waited for Brennan to return. "Your friend is very nice."
Staring at the lobby entrance, Booth grunted, "She isn't my friend."
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So, what do you think about this story idea? Do you want me to continue? Let me know? For those of you who don't know my writing history, I am a big B&B shipper. This story will start out sad; but, it will not end that way. Also, I don't abandon stories. It may take me awhile to arrive at the end; but, there will be an end.
