A/N: Yay =] I'm glad you guys are liking the sequel so far, and I was very excited by the amount of alerts/reviews/other nice things I received. This chapter's pretty short, but it's something, so hopefully you guys are satisfied. xD

Also, I got a couple questions last chapter, so I'll answer them here. What is my theory on last episode? Er, I'm actually not sure what's going on with B&B. I was convinced they slept together the night the episode aired, but after getting my shipper-ness under control and thinking about it objectively, they probably didn't, just because Hart and Company love to torture us. xD And I found Mr. Nigel Murray's death very, very sad. I cried for a while because of that. He was one of my favorite squinterns (along with Wendell and Daisy) and his death scene kind of broke my heart. And the 'Lime in the Coconut'? Don't even get me started. I was crying so hard you'd think someone just ran over my cat. xD

The second question was 'Why can't Brennan and Booth have sex?'. The answer to that one is because I heard that late in a pregnancy you're not supposed to have sex because it could induce premature labor. Now, I got information from someone else saying that it was okay, as long as the woman was healthy and was having a healthy pregnancy, so if anyone else has input on that, I'd be happy to listen, because now I'm really not sure. xD I'm not exactly the pregnancy expert. The majority of my information is thanks to Google. xD

Chapter Two:

"It Was Just a Dream

"Booth."

Booth woke up when he felt his wife's elbow dig into his rib cage, causing him to wince in pain and open his eyes.

"Booth, please, no," Brennan's voice was panicked, "please...don't."

Booth turned over onto his side, seeing that she was shifting restlessly, mumbling in her sleep. She talked in her sleep often, but usually not about him. And he was positive that she was never begging him not to do something. Not wanting to scare her by shaking her shoulder, he moved his hand to run his fingers gently through her hair.

"Bones, baby, it's just a dream," he kept his voice soft, "come on, baby. Wake up."

"Don't, I...I," her sleep ridden voice was frantic, "I can't...I can't."

"It's okay, Bones. Wake up. You're dreaming. Everything is okay," he shook her shoulder gently now, coaxing her out of her sleep.

She sucked in a deep breath when she woke up, her eyes shooting open and her heart pounding in her chest.

"Booth," she blurted out, her hand reaching out to search for him.

Brennan relaxed slightly when his hand took hers comfortingly.

"I'm right here," he promised, pulling her close as she sighed in relief and buried her head in his chest, "I'm right here. I've got you."

Brennan nodded as he sat up straight, pulling her with him so his back could rest against the headboard and her head could rest against his chest, their fingers lacing together. They sat in silence for a few minutes, since Booth knew she needed a minute to collect herself, his fingers stroking her hair gently as she stared at the wall.

"You wanna talk about it?" He finally asked.

Brennan shook her head, a few tears subconsciously streaking down her cheeks.

"Okay," he whispered, one hand stroking her hair and the other holding hers, as she pressed her cheek against his chest, never breaking her gaze from the wall as she breathed in his scent, "you don't have to, okay? Just relax."

Brennan unlaced their fingers so she could stroke his torso gently, her eyes closing as she repeated the constant motion, a few tears wetting the shirt he was wearing.

Booth wished that this didn't happen as often as it did. There were several time when she'd have nightmares, and he'd have to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay for a while before she relaxed. He hated seeing her like this. It made him want to kill every person who messed with her head throughout her life. But, apparently, it was him messing with her head now. She was begging him to stop in her sleep, begging him not to do something. He couldn't even begin to guess what she was dreaming about that had made her so afraid of him.

"Can we lay back down?" Her voice was quiet when she spoke her first words since she became conscious.

"Yeah, of course," he shifted them so they were laying again, as she cuddled up to his side, her head still nestled into his warm chest, "just go back to sleep, baby. Everything is okay. It was just a dream."

Brennan nodded in agreement as her eyes closed again. And even though she wouldn't tell him, she was afraid to fall back asleep, not wanting to drift back into the horrible nightmares.

The shrill sound of Booth's alarm clock going off in the morning woke both of them up, the sun barely peeking through the blinds when they were jolted out of their sleep.

"Booth," Brennan mumbled against his shoulder.

"I know, I know," he groaned, reaching over her to shut the alarm, making it peacefully quiet in their bedroom once again.

They lay in quiet for a few minutes, needing a little bit after they woke up to get their bearings before they tried to speak to one another.

"Morning," Booth said, after a few minutes, turning his head to look at his wife, choosing not to bring up last night's incident.

"Good morning," she couldn't help but laugh when he moved down to place soft kisses against her t-shirt covered stomach.

"And good morning to you too, Christian," his voice sounded genuinely happy when he addressed the baby, "were you nice to mama while I was gone?"

"No, he was not," Brennan answered on behalf of the unborn child, "he kicked me relentlessly. I think he wants to get out of there."

"Well he's been stuck in there for almost eight months," Booth tickled her belly gently, causing her to squirm just a little, "don't you worry, little man. You'll be out soon."

"And I am looking forward to that day," Brennan laughed lightly.

"I know it's tough, Bones, but it's just a little while longer," he attempted to comfort her, his fingers still tracing over her stomach, "it'll be worth it, I promise."

"I know," she assured him, "I love him. I just want him to be out so I can hold him, and so he's not inside me, kicking and moving constantly."

When he was about to respond, Brennan's phone began to ring from the other room.

"Don't get that," Booth requested, leaning his forehead against her shoulder.

"I have to, it might be important," she nudged him gently off of her and got out of bed, kissing his forehead once she was up, "go back to sleep. You're still tired," she walked, or rather waddled, to the kitchen to get her phone, picking it up off the counter and flipping it open, "Brennan."

"Hey, Temperance, sorry I know it's early," Ricky's voice was soft on the other end of the phone, "did I wake you up?"

"No, it's fine, I was already awake," she assured him, covering her mouth to yawn as she started the coffee for her husband, even though she couldn't have any, considering she had heard caffeine was bad for the baby, "I'm assuming there's something you need."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I know it's probably inconvenient, but I might need to steal you a couple hours early today," he said apologetically, "I just wanted to tell you now so you weren't surprised when I just showed up at the lab like, ten minutes after you got there."

"Oh, I appreciate it," she laughed lightly, watching the coffee drip into the pot for a few seconds before going to get herself a glass of water, "everyone at the lab would probably think you had some sort of secret agenda for showing up early if you hadn't told me."

Ricky laughed.

"They don't like me very much, do they?"

"No, not really," Brennan told him, honestly, "which I find strange because you don't insult them and call them squints the way Booth used to. I would have imagined them liking you better than Booth because of that."

"Maybe if I tried insulting them they would like me better," he joked.

Brennan laughed, taking a sip of her water.

"Maybe," she agreed, joking as well, as she made her way back into she and Booth's bedroom to start getting ready, lowering her voice when she was back in the room with the sleeping FBI agent, "I'm going to start getting ready now, so I'll be at the lab by the time you come to get me."

"Why are you speaking so quietly?" Ricky asked, skeptically, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, of course, I just don't want to wake Booth up," she told him, as she quietly took something to wear out of the closet.

"Oh, Booth's back?"

"Yes, he got back last night. And he get's snippy when awoken."

"I'm awake, Bones," Booth informed her, his voice startling her.

Brennan turned to him as she started to change.

"Go back to sleep," her voice was still soft.

"What? Why?" Ricky asked from the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry, Ricky, I wasn't speaking with you. I was speaking with Booth."

"Oh, right, not really sure where my head was at," Ricky laughed, "well, I'll let you go then, 'cause I'll see you in a while and I'm sure you want to spend time with your husband before you have to leave and all."

"No, I would like him to go back to sleep, but he's not going to listen," she laughed a small laugh, well aware that he could hear her talking about him from ten feet away.

"You know Booth. He doesn't take orders very well," Ricky laughed.

"No, he does not," Brennan agreed.

Booth rolled his eyes as he turned over onto his side, his gaze fixed on the wall.

"Alright, so I'll see you in a little while," he heard his wife speak to her partner, giving him another small laugh and saying goodbye before she hung up.

He heard her shuffle around for a little while longer, before she sat back on their bed, reaching over to run her fingers through his hair. Booth didn't turn to look at her, just closed his eyes and embraced the comfortable feeling.

"Booth?" She whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Please go back to sleep," he was surprised by the politeness of her request, "you're exhausted. You've had a very long two weeks and you need your rest."

He turned to look at her now, a small smile on his face.

"I have to go to work," he reminded her.

"Go in late."

"Bones, I can't."

"I will tell Cullen that I told you to," she offered, "I really don't care if he's angry. He already hates me."

"He doesn't hate you," Booth assured her, "hate's a really strong word. He's just...not really your biggest fan."

Brennan laughed lightly and laid back down next to him, even though she was already fully dressed in her work clothes, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling into his back. She moved one hand to stroke his bicep as she snuggled with him, hoping that the closeness would lull him back to sleep.

"Bones?" He asked, receiving a soft huff, since she knew he was purposely not cooperating, keeping himself fully awake.

"Yes, Booth?"

"What did you dream about last night?"

Brennan tensed up at the words, but covered it up with an uncomfortable laugh.

"Why do you care?"

"Because it was about me," he gently nudged her off of him so he could sit up straight, looking her in the eyes, letting her know that this was now a serious conversation, "you kept saying 'Booth, don't'. I want to know what I was doing."

"You weren't doing anything," she mumbled.

"Then why was my name the only one coming out of your mouth?"

"I don't know, Booth. I barely remember what the dream was about. Please, just let it go."

Feeling slightly irritated that she was refusing to cooperate, and just tell him what she dreamed about so they could put the whole thing behind them, he stood up and scanned through the closet to find a grey suit.

"Now you're going to be angry with me because I don't remember what I dreamed about last night?" She asked.

"I'm not mad, Bones, and even if I was, it would be because you're lying more than anything else," she could tell by the tone of his voice that, even though he may not have been mad, he was highly annoyed, "I know you remember, and you just don't want to tell me."

"Because it was just a stupid dream, and I don't want to talk about it."

He didn't respond, only pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it into their little hamper before he went to find a dress shirt in the drawer. Brennan stood up as well, contemplating just telling him so they didn't have this tension between them, but decided not to. She wasn't sure why he cared to much anyway, other than the fact that he sometimes just felt like he needed to know everything, kind of like Angela. As a peace offering, Brennan wrapped her arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade softly, able to feel him relax just slightly under her touch.

"Do you love me?" She asked, her soft voice muffled by his skin.

"Of course I do," he kept his voice soft as well, attempting to look over his shoulder at her, "you know that."

Brennan nodded against his skin.

"I love you too," she kissed his shoulder once again, "probably more that you're aware of, because of the way I act."

"Bones, the way you act confuses me sometimes, but I never doubted that you love me," he promised, "I just wish you would open up to me. We've been together for almost a year, we're married, and we're going to have a baby soon, but you still won't let your walls down. And it's just a little frustrating."

"I've let my walls down."

"Not all of them. You still clam up every now and then and try to push me away."

"It's hard for me, Booth. You have to understand that," she used her thumb to trace the scar on his hip from when he was a child playing with Jared, "I try."

"I know you do," he sighed, "and I get that."

With a small sigh, Brennan let go of him and moved herself so they were facing each other, as she reached up to touch his cheek.

"We're okay, right?" She asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her temple softly.

"We're more than okay," he confirmed, "but I'm glad we talked, even though you still won't tell me what you dreamed about."

"Maybe I will tell you later," she tried, "after dinner. But don't count on it," she leaned up to kiss him softly before wiggling her way out of his arms, "I have to go to the lab. Ricky's coming early today and-"

He cut her off with a kiss, not wanting to hear anymore about Ricky.

"Okay," he laughed lightly, "Wong Fu's tonight, right?"

She smiled and kissed him one last time.

"It's a date."