Here is the next set of observations from the interns point of view. I did Fischer, Vincent, Daisy, Clark and Wendall, but left out Arsatoo because I don't think he's been around long enough, plus I don't really have a feel for how he reacts to Booth and Brennan. Fischer is first because he was there for the "I'm having a baby", and Wendall is last because he's my favorite. Needless to say this is a longer chapter than the perivous ones because of the number of people. I still don't own bones, although I do have the first season on DVD now.

Enjoy.

Interns

Fischer

The person we were examining this time was submerged in a wine cask. Life is so depressing, and I can only hope that my end is more exciting, which statistically it won't be. That's not the point though the point is that Dr. Brennan announced that she wanted to have a baby. We were all stunned. The regular lab staff was stuttering I was just confused; didn't you need a father for there to be a baby? She informed us that she'd asked Booth. Surprise, surprise.

I offered my own sperm, I'm highly intelligent, and that would mean that a child with both of our DNA would be extremely intelligent, but no, agent Booth came through for her. Alas, I'm doomed to be unwanted for even my sperm.

I was in the lab, attempting to clean up the watermelon mess when the call came through. Agent Booth is in the hospital. Cam, Angela, and Hodgins took off immediately dismissing me, and promising to call when there was news. I received a call from Dr. Brennan herself saying to inform her other grad students she would not be available until further notice, Agent Booth is in the hospital with a brain tumor.

I'm aware that I didn't really know Agent Booth all that well, or the relationship that he and Dr. Brennan had. It seemed to me that they were a perpetual cycle of getting closer before getting further apart and everyone was waiting for them to just be together. It was depressing enough that people have look most of their lives for their other half, and then when you see two people that have found their other half and they don't get together, well that's a whole other level of depressing.

Dr. Saroyan called several days later to let us me know that Agent Booth had woken up, but he didn't remember anything, including Dr. Brennan. The world is a depressing place, why do we bother?

Vincent Nigel-Murray

I received a phone call from the depressed grad student that I tried to avoid at all costs, saying that Dr. Brennan was unavailable indefinitely and that Agent Booth was in the hospital, a brain tumor. My mind flooded with all the facts that I know pertaining to tumors, cancer, the brain and everything in between, and for once I understood what Dr. Saroyan was talking about, none of those dam facts is pertinent.

I stopped by the hospital a few days later to see how everyone was holding up. Agent Booth was still in his anesthesia-induced coma, Angela was in the waiting room. She smiled and said that it was ok to go in unless Dr. Brennan was talking in that case it would probably be best just to leave. I walked to the room and stopped at the doorframe looking in, she was sitting by his bed typing on her laptop, and reading it to Booth at the same time.

I listened for several minutes as she told him a story of their nightclub, I caught on quickly that they were married, and everyone at the lab worked there. Currently she was talking about how Detective Saroyan thought that she was cheating on him, and he was laughing at the assumption. I decided that this is how she wished their life were playing out instead of him lying in a bed non-responsive. I smiled then hoping that when he woke, they'd get that happily ever after that she was describing to him.

It wasn't until Daisy called the next day to tell me that he woke up, but doesn't remember anything, including Dr. Brennan, that all the facts on post comma amnesia came flooding into my mind. This time they seemed relevant because if my knowledge was accurate it meant that he would remember, well most likely, and then there might really be a happy ever after for the FBI agent and the forensic anthropologist, just like the club owners in her story.

Daisy

I was having the worst time with my dissertation, found myself asking WWBD (what would Brennan do?) over and over again, which is something I only do if I'm desperate. Lance called and said that he wanted to meet me at the Founding Fathers for dinner, and I agreed to meet him, I can't refuse my Lancelot anything.

We were sitting at one of the side tables chatting but I could tell something was wrong and I finally got him to spit it out. He sighed and said that Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth were planning to have a baby together. I squealed excitedly they were going to have the cutest kids, her eyes, and his hair, adorable. He just looked exasperated, so I made him explain. He told me that this was a problem because now not only we're they avoiding the fact that they had feelings for each other but now they were going to have a kid together and not be together.

I hadn't realized that they weren't dating, or in a relationship, they were always together laughing, touching, bickering, making adorable eyes at each other, and working in tandem. I sometimes wished that mine and Lance's relationship were more like theirs, but if there not together then… Now I'm really confused, why would they have a kid together if they're not a couple, when they should be a couple and were clearly in love with each other. That, Lance said was the problem.

The next day I was leaving yoga, when Lance called me to cancel our date for that night. At first, I was upset, but he explained that Agent Booth was having brain surgery and he was at the hospital with the rest of the team. All I could do was think how terrible it must be for Dr. Brennan, what she must be going through watching her partner (because that's the most apt word even though it doesn't cover their relationship) being wheeled into surgery.

When Agent Booth didn't wake up and instead slipped into a coma because of the anesthesia, I went with Lance on his shifts to watch Dr. Brennan at the hospital. Together we sat in the waiting room, bring fresh food and clothes to Dr. Brennan when she needed it, but mostly we just watched through the window or caught snippets of the story she was telling. My favorite part, besides the fact that in the story Booth and her were married, was that Lance was the lead singer of a band, even if it had a dumb name.

We weren't the ones in the waiting room when he came round but a call from Angela alerted us that he was awake. But it broke my heart to learn that he didn't remember Dr. Brennan, or any of us. I tried to use the same device I used on my dissertation, WWBD, but it didn't work because I didn't know what I would do if was Lance that didn't remember me and I couldn't even begin to fathom how she felt when the love of her life didn't recognize her.

Clark

The medical-legal lab at the Jeffersonian Institute in Washington D.C. is the best facility for forensic science, forensic anthropology in particular, in the world. It is equipped with the best equipment, technology, funding, and staff. All headed by the one and only Dr. Temperance Brennan, the best in the field of forensic anthropology. That's why I kept coming back to this lab, despite the fact that the interpersonal relationships were too much for me at first.

Everyone was dating, flirting, breaking up, and concerned about the personal lives of their co-workers to what I believed to be an inappropriate level. They flipped back and forth between work and their personal lives faster than I could keep up with the first time I worked there. Every time I went back though I grew a little more attached to this group of people. It was because of their interpersonal relationships and their readiness to share with me. When I was there, I felt like part of the family.

This is a family that circles round the esteemed Dr. Brennan and her FBI partner Special Agent Seeley Booth. They are so interconnected that is ridiculous, they balance each other out in ways many wish for. I actually came to love working in the lab just so I could watch the partners together. Angela assured me early on in my trips to the Jeffersonian that they weren't actually a couple, but when you watch them you can't help but wonder, as to whether there isn't something more beneath the surface.

Angela called me when Agent Booth was in the hospital, saying that she's knows that I like to keep my work and personal life separate but she thought I should know. I went to the hospital mixing my two realms, it only seemed right they were a family of sorts, and you help family through these things.

When Booth didn't wake up, I volunteered to take a shift watching Dr. Brennan's vigil. It just seemed like the right thing to do. It was well past midnight when I switched with Hodgins but that was fine. I watched Dr. Brennan through the window, sipping on my coffee. She was asleep with her head on his bed holding his hand. It was a sad sight.

I remembered the agent's birthday; it was the first time I connected with this group because they dragged me out to the local bar for a little celebration. Booth was sitting looking a little melancholy at the bar when Dr. Brennan decided to make a toast. It was heartfelt and almost tear wrenching as we watched her discard her anthropological knowledge to admit that Booth was a good man, and that she wouldn't let her eye be caught by any other shiny baubles. Basically, that she was waiting for him. It was one of those moments when you were sure that they were a couple. Or when she followed him out with cake and just sat in the bus stop with him that was another one of those moments.

Days later, I received a call from Angela again saying that he was awake, only to put a damper on it by informing me that he didn't remember anyone. I was incredulous and I asked surely he at least remembers Dr. Brennan, Angela just sobbed back that he didn't. I now know why one is suppose to avoid mixing work and their personal lives, because when you watch something like this family they've created fall apart with the words who are you, your heart breaks.

Wendell

Fischer called to tell me that Dr. Brennan wasn't available for help on my thesis indefinitely because Agent Booth was having brain surgery. Well that wasn't really enough information for me so I called Angela for more information, she said if I had questions to ask. Once I had the details, I decided that I had to go to the hospital, it was my grad advisor and hockey buddy, plus I was really starting to like the people at the lab, especially Hodgins. It couldn't hurt for them to have one more member there to support the partners.

Booth's surgery went fine, but he went into a coma afterwards rather than waking up. We worked out a schedule of people to keep an eye on Dr. Brennan, always at least one of us in the lobby, if not two. One night I listened through the door to the story she was telling where I was bouncer at their club, the one they owned as a married couple.

I watched her thinking about the case we'd worked on this winter, how she had barged into the dressing room to look at his hand when he broke it and when he hit his head on the ice she ran out there telling him she got nervous when he fell down and didn't get up. I knew she stayed with him that night and they went ice-skating. What I didn't understand is how they weren't actually a couple yet. If her story was any indication she wanted to be, I figured Booth was a smart man and when he woke up if he didn't do something on his own I'd mention it if nothing else.

But then he woke up, and didn't remember her or any of us. When I first started working in the lab, I thought that they had something. Angela had assured me that it wasn't true, but still I couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were on the verge of something. All that time that I watched her by his beside I knew that he was her everything. But he woke up and he didn't know her, and I'm not a sap or anything but, it was heart breaking.

I hope you liked it, I was asked to add something from Max's and Caroline's point of view so I think i will, they will probably be up next. I hope you liked it.

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