Hey everybody!!

So after a long inner debate (and a little bit o'spare time :D) I've decided to make this into a two-shot. It's just the I feel so guilty, writing a sad story and leaving it unresolved __ Therefore this chapter is a little....uh...brighter towards the end!

Also, to those who read my Bones multi-chap fic, Unbreak the Broken, I have not forgotten about it (and please forgive me for not updating, I'm awful I know) so hopefully I'll get cracking on the next chapter soon!

Thankyou to all those who reviewed last time, please tell me what you thought!

SacredAir

The doctor tells you all that the amnesia is probably something that will pass with time. Probably. You return to work the next day, understandably – rationally- you are not fazed in the slightest. Because he is alive, and that is all that matters.

But he isn't fine. And you were meant to matter too. To him.

So irrationally, you visit him after work, and bring him his favourite food, and photos of his loved ones, hoping that he will suddenly remember - that everything will go back to the way it was. And the need for him to remember you is inexplicable.

Burdens that make us better than we are. Burdens which allow us to fly.

He made you better than what you were. He was your 'burden', your wings, and it is as if though you are Icarus for the Greek myth, and you have flown too close to the sun. Your wings have melted – so you can no longer fly.

The two of you talk, every day at his bedside. Most of the time, you have simple conversations – polite ones.

'How was work?'

'It was good, thank you.' You smile for his sake. He smiles back.

You realise you haven't once seen his Cheshire cat grin. The one that was just for you. He tells you that he'll be discharged by the end of the week, but you realise that he doesn't even know what life he's going back to.

At other times, your conversations are complicated – sad – because they make you realise the extent of what was lost. And you feel like a fool, because it's silly that you only realise how much he means to you now. At a point where you mean nothing to him.

You tell him about the people in his life, gently trying to pry open that little closed off section in his brain. Hodgins. Angela. Cam. Sweets...Parker. He doesn't remember them - not even his own son, so you stop when you see his eyes cloud over with tears.

Now, as you sit by his bedside, holding his hand, he asks you a question.

'What is love exactly? I feel like I love you, but I don't know.'

You wonder when it was that you both exchanged roles.

'What is love?' you repeat to yourself out loud. Love? You can tell him what it isn't. It's not just a chemical reaction in the brain that produces feelings of euphoria. It's not rational. There is no way to measure it. It cannot be defined.

What is it, though? It's blind. Or maybe that's just you - you were the one that was blind.

You finally answer him, though you're cheating, because you're just giving him the same answer that he gave you. 'It's when two people become one.'

Is that why you feel that half of you is missing?

He stares at you for a long time, not cautiously, like at first, but sympathetically. You pour some water into a glass, and bring it to your lips, hoping that you'll be able to swallow or drown that painful, growing lump that's rising in your throat, threatening to let out a strangled sob.

He grunts slightly as he adjusts his position in the bed. 'Well, I dunno, Bones, but we must have had something pretty great.'

You don't register the sound of the glass smashing onto the floor into millions of tiny pieces. All you can see, hear –feel-, is Booth. He's sitting there with a confused frown on his face, asking you if you're alright. Whether you're alright or not doesn't matter, because he just called you Bones.

'You just called me Bones,' you garble loudly, your heartbeat resonating in you own ears.

'Yeah…I call you that, don't I?' a slow smile spreads across his face – a Cheshire cat smile- your smile.

He remembers. He's found the key and unlocked the memories. He'll flick through them – one by one.

You lean in towards him, and place a soft kiss to his forehead. He chuckles, and strokes your cheek with his free hand. It'll take time, you think.

In reality, you both have all the time in the world.

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