-"He has beautiful blue eyes, almost as yours. Oh and he has scars on his chest, his shirt slipped so...

Scars... She could only think of someone who had scars on his chest.. Without even noticing what she was doing, she clutched at the table, in a desperate attempt not to pass out and closed her eyes, stopping her breath.

-"Bones? Are you alright?" No. She wasn't. "-Angela, we'll call you back later" said Booth just defore hanging on, not letting the artist protest.

-"Doctor Brennab, take a deep breath". She didn't. she was in her bubble.

-"Bones. Temperance. Take a breath please." She finally seemed to react. She opened her eyes, still clutched at the table but slowly breathing again.

"I'm fine Booth." Instead of being reassured, it did the opposite, her voice wasn't steady and strong as usual which worried Booth even more. Then, she stood up and told them that she had to go to the lab' because of personel matters which needed to be solved quickly. She was whitish, as if she was sick and on the point of fainting.

"-Bones. I'll drive you to the Jeffersonian okay?" She nodded. The drive to the Jeffersonian remained quiet all along. Brennan was too concentrated on her breathing and the amount of emotions she had to deal with to put Booth's mind at rest. Arrived, she didn't make a move out of the car, stayed still, her chest rising up and down very fast. Booth turned himself toward her. He felt like kissing her to wipe this worried sick expression on her face but prevent himself from doing so, knowing that she would be even more confused than she was now. So, he just let himself touch her cheek gently and whispered in a soothing voice

-"Whoever is in your office Bones, I'll be by your side." Then, he took her in a gently hug. She smiled and got out of the SUV.

He was there.

Alive.

In her office.

He hadn't changed a bit. Well, except that he was far taller and more attractive now and that his hair wasn't as full as in the past. However there was still a doubt in her doubt, she needed to come closer to be sure but she couldn't bring herself to do that. Booth, who was standing beside her seemed to understand and put his hand behind Brennan's back, slowly pulling her forward the man. Hearing heels on the floor the man turned himself to see her, catching her staring at him.

Locking their gaze on each other's they stayed still for seconds, then minutes, doing nothing more than staring at each other.

Both had tears on their cheeks.

All the others surrounding them were looking at them, then looked at something else, sensing how much the quiet exchange between doctor Brennan and the man was intimate. Minutes passed by and then, the man ran toward her. Almost as if she was going to disappear soon if she wouldn't be caught in his arms. The hug they shared was as the earlier moment: intimate and long.

They both were clinging to each other and crying, without saying anything, just enjoying the feel of having the other in their arms. Booth felt a violent pang of pure jealousy hitting his stomach. He felt sick, ill. Watching her Bones, her partner behaves like this with someone else was painful, heartbreaking. He hadn't felt so much pain for years. When they finally drifted apart, Booth was seriously thinking about leaving, struggling between leave and decrease the ache a bit or stay and watch what was going on.

"- Paul. Is that really you?"

Smiling sadly, the man raised his left hand and show his wrist in which was written: Victoria

As a reflect of his own expression, Temperance smiled sadly, still crying. Then she whispered:

"-Our daughter."

"-What!" Booth's stupified voice resonated. Did he hear right? did she really say "our daughter"? did that mean that she had had a daughter? with this man? Where was she? why did he ever meet her? why didn't he hear about her existence?

"-Don't worry Booth, I don't have any hidden daughter". Phiew.

- "So, are they your only plans for your future? Buying a house and having a daughter?" asked a 17years old Temperance. She was lying on the grass, her head on his chest while he was gently touching her hair, her cheeks, her neck then doing it all over again. Paul was the only one who made her feel loved, unique and safe. He laughed.

-"Well yeah. The rest isn't important. It sounds so foolish and childish but do I remind you that I don't want anyone's daughter. I want yours. Ours." She said nothing, too moved to say anything without being betrayed by her voice.

-"Is that so ridiculous to want hapiness?" She didn't say nothing for a while then said, insecurity in her voice:

-"And what does make you think that you'll find it with me?

-Just call it... a gut feeling" he said. She giggled.

-Paul! I don't believe in those things.

-But I do. I believe in love at first sight, a love who can last an entire life... I have faith. And I'm sure Tempe, that one day you will too. I'll make sure of that. They remainded like this for a while, without saying anything, just enjoying the moment.

-" I hope you'll let me choose the home's decoration decoration" though he was grinning and chuckling a little, he still was serious."I do not want to be surrounding by skulls while I'm sleeping or taking a shower!"

-"Then you'll have no other than letting me choose our... daughter's name" She had said it! Breathtaken a few seconds, he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

-"Oh God I love you Tempe" he whispered in her ears. She didn't reply, still unable to say those little words after being with him for two years now.

-"You know, I could let you choose a lot of things for her, her bedroom, toys, clothes... but not her name. We choose it together.

-Are you aware that we're talking about a child's name that we might have in at least 8 years? And that we might not be together...

-SSSSh. Temperance. Just imagine. Me: a famous violonist, you a talented forensic anthropologist. Living in France, in Paris. Or in New-York. Everywhere. You, pregnant with our child. A girl. What name would she have?

She said nothing, thinking.

-A name which reflects us?

-What do you think of... Victoria? as a revenge over life in a way. Temperance smiled. He always knew better her feelings and how to convey them in words. The day after, she saw him, the name Victoria tattoued on his skin.

-"Are you that sure about the future?

-Of course I am. I have faith in us."

A few months after nevertheless, he disappeared, vanished, gone. As all her family, he had left her.