AN: It's been a while and I know I said this was a one-shot, but some people asked for more and inspiration arrived. I finally figured out an ending so here's the next installment.

Booth's eyelids fluttered. Harsh light bounced off stark white walls, the antiseptic smell made his nose wrinkle, and there was a steady beep in the background. A hospital. What am I in the hospital for this time?

He looked around and his gaze settled on a familiar-looking woman. Bren. Or was it Bones?

"It was such a weird dream," he murmured.

She stood and came over to the bed. "Booth… Booth, you're awake."

Still trying to discern reality from dream he barely heard her. "So real."

"Your operation was a success, but you reacted poorly to the anesthesia. You've been in a coma for four days. It took you so long to wake up."

Coma? No. He was married to Bren and they were owners of a nightclub. "It felt so real."

"It wasn't real."

So she was Bones and not Bren? And he was an FBI agent? "Who are you?"

A pained expression crossed her features, quickly replaced by an impassive mask. "I'll go get your doctor."

"Wait! I just need to know. Are you Bones or Bren?"

She looked at him in wonderment. "I'm Bones to you. How do you know about Bren?"

A tendril of disappointment wrapped its way around his heart. He had lost his wife and baby in a single moment.