Still don't own Bones. Still sorry for mistakes.

His phone was dead. No one was around. The Jeffersonian, or what used to be the Jeffersonian, seemed full of people. Looking at that paper, confused, Booth was trying to figure out what to do. Was it a prank? How could it be a prank? But it couldn't be real.

He nearly slapped himself when he realized. 'I'm standing in front of a museum! Hello, it's from there, maybe someone left a window open.' The fact that objects from the museum wouldn't just be laying around or look that well-conserved didn't cross his mind. He was desperate for believing that the little part of his mind shouting 'time traveling' was insane and totally wrong. So he did.

The only reasonable thing to do seemed to be going inside the building. He was almost inside when an old-fashion car stopped in front of him and a guy yelling at him got out. He was a strong man, wearing a nice gray suit, with a black vest underneath and a blue tie. His brown hair was covered by a matching hat. He looked like a nice person. At that time, however, he was really mad at Booth, who had no idea of what was wrong.

"Who the hell are you? You can't go in there."

"Easy there, fellow." Booth almost took his badge out, but though better. His mind was giving up to the possibility it was trying so hard to ignore, and flashing a badge from 2011 in the 50's wasn't very smart. He could actually be arrested for impersonating a federal agent. "I'm just trying to find... uhu... some friends."

The guy wasn't very impressed. In fact, he got even more suspicious. But apparently he bought it, because he decided to walk Booth inside.

He was right; it was a military base. Which was odd, since he didn't remember anything about the Jeffersonian being use by the army in the 50's. 'Stop it! It didn't happen! You're... sleeping! Yes, yes, you're sleeping! Dream! All a dream! That's right, nothing to worry about!' After he concluded that though, he began to feel better. Why he didn't think of that before? It was clearly a dream! He decided to play along. I mean, he was going to wake up pretty soon, right? That dream was going on for a while now, it had to be ending.

Soldiers were walking around everywhere. Boxes being filled with guns and other things were all over the floor and the tables. All the equipment was gone, which seemed logic. There was a little radio broadcasting something about the movie "Touch Of Evil". Booth couldn't help himself.

"Man, Welles did a great directing job on that one." The guy looked oddly at him.

"The movie didn't even being to be filmed. And Welles is only an actor in this one. But it's only a B-Movie. I'm more interested in..." Booth stopped listening. He was now fully convinced of two things: one, that it was all a dream, and two, that guy was going to arrest him. Or at least lock him up. The handcuffs in his pocket made that clear, especially with the way the man was acting toward him. Trying to look calm and relax, but underneath, there was a great deal of tension and suspicion.

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About 10 minutes later, Booth had his confirmation; he was under arrest. The guy, who apparently was named Jeff Narosien, left him in an empty room, probably a temporary interrogation room, with a table and a chair. They gave him a glass of water, that he didn't drink.

Booth was getting nervous. His dream theory wasn't as convincing anymore. Slowly, he was accepting the fact that maybe, just maybe, he was in 1958.

The door opened and Narosien entered. He left his relax posture outside and was in total interrogation mood. Booth recognized it. Something very tough was coming up.

"Wanna tell me who are you, now?" Booth didn't say a thing. 'Don't make eye contact. Don't say anything. Look calm. Don't lose the control.' He kept repeating this mantra in his head. The sense of danger was enormous now, and he didn't want to risk anything.

"A spy? Communist? I'd never bet. You have the smell of an American. Can't believe you're a traitor." 'Don't say anything. Don't lose the control.'

"If I were you, I'd start talk..." Narosien was interrupted by a soldier who had just opened the door.

"Sorry, sir, but we found other spies." That made Booth nervous. So he wasn't alone in this nightmare?

"Brought friends, huh? Are you the leader or just a pawl?" He leaned forward, bringing his face very close to Booth's.

"I'll treat them just the way they deserve, don't worry." With that, he got up and followed the soldier out.

Right after the door closed, Booth started to consider his options. He was alone, possibly in 1958, or mad. He was under arrest in the Jeffersonian, that was being used as a military base. Not very good for him, but he could make things better. For a start, he had to get away, which was done very quickly. In another string of luck, the hallway was empty. In fact, all the way to the platform, no one was around. Until he got to Brennan's office. Because, sitting in the couch, looking incredible tense, was Brennan.

He went there as fast and quietly as he could. She was surprised to see him there, but recovered quickly and was able to manage saying:

"Booth, what happened here? I was on my phone and all of the sudden it went dead and people were walking around..."
"How you weren't caught?"

"There was only a group in soldiers outfits, I hid behind the desk and waited till they were gone. After that, no one passed by. But what happened, everyone is gone and..."

"Now, I'm sure you'll think it's insane, but... we're in 1958." He waited for her to dismiss the idea immediately or to start some scientific mumble-jumble, but he didn't see what was coming.

"Yeah, I though that too. Do you think that the machine has something to do with it?"
At first, he was surprised at her reaction, but he decided to bring it up later. The weird machine they found at the Jeffersonian was still there in the platform. Coincidences have time and place, but there's no such thing when you're trapped in the past.

"Is it possible?"

"I don't know. But it's the only thing that makes sense."

Booth had to laugh at that remark.

"What?"
"Sense? Really? Nothing makes sense, Bones, and here you are, telling me it does!"

"I'm not saying this makes sense, Booth. I'm saying that... okay, maybe I am saying this makes sense. Modern scientists don't know how to travel through time, but I always believed it was a possibility and that eventually, we would be able to do it." Booth was still grinning.

"So you believe in magic."

"It's not magic, Booth."
"Really? Time traveling? I know very well that most scientists dismiss that idea. If it's not science, what else could be besides magic?"
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic . Science can explain everything, the truth is that we're not even close to doing that. But someday we will. Maybe that machine came from that time"

"Didn't you say that it looked like it was from the 50's?"

"Well..." She was embarrassed now "Yes, I did. But here we are, at the 50's, and the same machine, in the same place. It doesn't even look newer. It can't be a coincidence."
"Yeah, I'm with you on that." Right after he finished his sentence, the door swung open.

Cam was standing there.

"Great, you two are here too."

"Cam!" Brennan sounded half relieved, half shocked. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, you?"
"Yeah, if we ignore the fact we're in 1958, we're just fine." Booth said it with so much irony in his voice that even Brennan got it. Cam, however, didn't seem very upset by that.

"C'mon"

She went out and the two followed her. She began to explain what happened:

"I was calling Michelle when all the sudden everyone in the lab was gone and a guy with a military uniform was yelling at me, like he saw a ghost. Now that I'm thinking, I must've appeared from nowhere, so he had a reason to scream. I had no idea of what was going on, but I figured it would be better to making stop. I couldn't, so I had to knock him out."

"Shouldn't we be worrying about the soldiers? They could show up any minute." Booth was looking around every 5 seconds.

"No. I didn't see anyone else but the guy in my office."
"Now that you're mentioning, I didn't see many people here either." Brennan said. They were now in Cam's office. Inside, a very unpleasant surprise.

"Now there's five of us!" Hodgins said in a very weird tone. Angela was beside him, with a scared look in her face.

"We need to get out of here." Booth said.

"Thanks for establishing the obvious." Angela said, ironically.