I've just had a weekend I would rather forget, so could you all please review instead of story alerting etc. please. I would greatly appreciate it and it would really bring a smile to my face as I haven't had one grace my lips since Sunday morning and I just had by far the worst day at school. Its 5:30pm, over 2 hours since school finished and my head still hurts from all the crying I've been doing .

RIP, beautiful girl.

Fingers and Toes

Disclaimer; I do not own or associate with Fox, Bones or Hart Hanson. Any copyright infringements I do make are not on purpose and I do apologise in advance.

Sitting in the waiting room for the obstetrician for their first check up, Booth anxiously tapped his foot against the webbed carpet, while Brennan seemingly uninterested in the articles flipped through an old gossip magazine. It'd been just over a week since Brennan dropped the bombshell that she was pregnant and just over a week since she announced she didn't want the child. The words still pained Booth to no end, and over that week, they'd been hostile and cold towards each other and their friends. Exhaling deeply, Booth drew a deep breath in and for the first time since arriving at the hospital, turned to look at Brennan who's eyes were now firmly focused on a heavily pregnant woman sitting opposite, her hand tucked above her bump while fussing over the toddler sitting in the seat next to her, presuming her son.

"You can change your mind," Booth whispered hoarsely, only to get a glare from her in return and a slight hiss of words.

"My mind is made up."

Rolling his eyes, Booth leant back in the plastic chair while Brennan went back to flipping through the magazine, something that didn't pique her interest a slight bit. But being in a hospital what was she to expect, a pile of Anthropological Journals, I think not.

"Temperance Brennan," A young red haired nurse called, as Brennan picked her bag up from the floor and stood, not looking over to Booth as he also rose from the chair.

Turning to Booth for the first time since entering the hospital waiting room, Brennan raised a hand to his chest to stop him edging closer to the nurse on the other side of the waiting room.

"No, I don't want you in there," Her voice was stern, but weak at the same time, the rims of her crystal blue eyes were bloodshot from crying, and her head spun from the dizziness from rising from the chair.

"Bones…" Booth paused, watching as the ice in her orbs returned and seeing that she wasn't going to back down, he sunk into the plastic chair, the dismal look on his face growing that little bigger.

Stepping away from him and towards the nurse, Brennan paused and looked over her shoulder, "For future reference Booth, don't call me Bones."

And with that she left, and Booth's hope and dignity left with her. He sat there, catching a glower from a couple of woman, as a groan quivered through his lips.

It was definitely going to be a long nine months

~*~

Booth arrived at the Washington Memorial Hospital a short time after leaving his old apartment and after asking a few question, soon found himself in one of the wards, in the left wing of the hospital. Spotting a nurses' station, he casually walked across to the desk, where an elder nurse was conversing with a middle aged male, a doctor most likely, while a young woman, not older than 30, played a game of solitaire on one of the computers. Upon clearing his throat, the young nurse, whom he read was Natalie from her nametag, swiveled the chair over in his direction and smiled up towards him.

"Can I help you with something sir?" Her voice was polite and delicate as she battered her mascara coated eyelashes towards him.

"I'm looking for a Temperance Brennan," He held his breath after saying her name, and cursed to himself as his voice sounded meek and scared as he spoke instead of the bold voice he had while practicing what he was going to say up the flight of stairs and down the different corridors before arriving in this ward.

"Ah, Louise," Natalie called over to the older woman who excused herself from the conversation with the presumed doctor and walked over to the desk, where Natalie and Booth were sitting and standing respectively. "He's looking for Ms. Brennan."

Louise nodded and Natalie excused herself and went back to the other computer with her game of solitaire. Booth waited as Louise called the doctor over and took a step back from the desk as Louise and the doctor motioned him over into a little cutout bit near a set of chairs in a waiting area.

"I'm Dr. Charlton, are you family?" Dr. Charlton introduced himself as Booth extended a hand into a handshake.

"Yeah," Swallowing the lump in his throat as he spoke, Booth watched as the facial expression changed on the nurse and doctors facing into something for once he couldn't read.

"As I'm sure you are aware, I'm Temperance's doctor," Dr. Charlton paused before continuing, "After suffering from an ectopic pregnancy, Ms. Brennan became eratic, to a point where we advised her to see the hospital counselor, which worked to no avail." Booth sighed internally, nodding for the doctor to continue as he bit the inside of his mouth. "Then last night, after another session with the counselor, the counselor admitted Temperance because of the self harm she was conflicting herself with."

"Can I see her?" Again Booth's voice was a rasp when he spoke, the words soft and powerless.

"We had to sedate her last night, but she should be coming around very soon. When she does wake, she will be drowsy and confused." The doctor informed Booth who simply nodded and thanked the doctor for what he'd done, while Louise guided him down towards the end of the ward to her room.

"She's just in there darl," Booth thanked the nurse and he was left to his own devices.

Pushing the door open, Booth stepped inside the door and seeing her laying their, his heart fell; the entire colour from her face had drained and she looked lifeless lying there, unaware of the damage she'd caused to his heart.

Once he'd moved to the other side of her bed, closest to the window, Booth grasped her fragile hand in his own. His hand seemed to drown Brennan's, but the warmth which radiated from it, seemed to bring a little life back into her own. Blinking away a tear, Booth shifted a loose strand of hair away from Brennan's face with his spare palm as he edged the chair closer with his foot.

"Bones," His voice was barely audible, however her eyes went into a flicker as he spoke her name and her heart rate seemed to increase into a normal, steadier pace.

"Temperance."

Nothing.

"Bones," Again he tried, speaking the name he'd given her all those years ago, the name which rolled off his tongue like no other word would. However when he spoke her pet name, her eyes flickered once more.

"Bones it's me, Booth." Watching as her eyes flickered twice, he finally caught a glimpse of her crystal blue orbs, tear stricken and dull, but they were still the crystal blue orbs he left over a year ago.

"Bo-oth," Speaking hoarsely, her voice was in a rasp as she motioned for the jug of water which sat on the bench next to the bed; next to the bouquet of flowers from Angela and next to a card from Cam.

"Don't talk Bones," Nodding Brennan understood as she took a sip from the water and handed the glass back to Booth once it was empty.

They sat in compatible silence as seconds melted into minutes, minutes melted into however long they needed, but before long, Louise the older nurse was in the room for the late afternoon rounds.

"It's nice to see you awake Temperance," She commented as she checked over Brennan's chart at the end of the bed, a weak smile being cast over to Booth as she handed him a dinner menu after scribbling down some stats.

"Looks like you'll be having the winter salad Bones," Booth joked as he read over the options on the menu; Roast of the day with vegetables and gravy, winter salad, sausages and mash with peas and three bean spaghetti.

Letting out throaty laugh, Brennan ticked the winter salad box, along with the Roast of the Day box and the boxes containing juice and water for drinks and a piece of apple pie and ice cream for dessert for Booth.

Once Louise had left they fell into the silence once more, until Brennan spoke.

"I know what you're thinking," Booth quirked an eyebrow up towards her but she continued to press on. "Angela told you I was happy about the pregnancy and you're wondering why I wasn't happy last time. I was, but I wasn't ready to commit, I knew you would want to move in and help me after the baby was born and I got scared. I felt insufferable, so I made the decision to have the abortion until you took her, saying goodbye to her was the hardest thing I could do, and I regret it, but at the time I felt as if I was doing the right thing. I couldn't give her what you could. I felt as if I would turn out to be the woman like the one from the case where the woman had depression and shook her son to death because he wouldn't stop crying, I felt as if I would be her."

Finally taking a deep breath and pausing for a moment, Brennan finally had time to realise the tears which were rolling down her cheeks.

"She looks like you," Booth cracked a smile on his face as Brennan nodded. Reaching into his back pocket of his jeans, Booth pulled out his wallet and slipped out the photo which sat behind the plastic.

"Amelia and Parker last Christmas," Booth explained as he handed her the photograph.

"She has your smile and Parker looks happy," Brennan commented as she felt a twinge run the length of her body.

Booth smiled, "She has your curls and eyes."

"She's beautiful Booth," Brennan concluded as she went to pass the photo back to Booth, but he declined and told her she should keep it, for the time she'd missed.

Again they were in silence.

Building up the courage for the one question he wanted answered, Booth finally asked, "How are you really?"

Exhaling deeply, Brennan ran a hand over her face and through her hair before speaking, "I've been an emotional wreck since you left, I even moved into your apartment because I missed your presence. I never realised how much I need you in my life until you were gone."

"I know, I've missed you too," And those were the final words either spoke that night, however the words which were spoken were reassuring enough to fill both their lives with a little bit of hope, a little love and a little light for the future. One day, one day they would get back to the way they were - maybe even more. Maybe Brennan would get the true family she never had – the family she deserves.

Okay, I thought I would let you pick the next scenario for the flashback, it may be anywhere through the pregnancy. As long as you give me when in the pregnancy and what you think should happen I'll use one, as I'm a little blank, the flashbacks are sort of my starting point.

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