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"Temperance Brennan! Dr. Temperance Brennan! What do I need to do, spell it for you? I didn't drive all night to have you numbskulls keep me from my daughter! I'll just find her myself."

"Sir, visiting hours won't start for another few hours."

"Dads don't follow visiting hours."

Booth startled awake to hear Max Keenan yelling at the night nursing staff. He glanced at the wall clock; it was a little after 4 in the morning. Booth got up and headed into the hallway to corral Max before he got himself into trouble; getting into trouble was second nature to Max Keenan.

"Max, she's down here."

"What in the Hell happened to my Tempe?"

"Lower your voice, I'll tell you everything but you need to not give them reason to call security. Sorry about him." Booth apologized to the nurse and led Max to Brennan's room. Booth appraised Max's appearance and thought it must have mirrored his own. Max's hair and clothing was disheveled and his eyes were heavy with sadness. Booth could tell that the older man in front have him had probably been driving like a madman for the past couple hours.

Booth had called Max when he first arrived at the hospital with Bones and had called to give him updates every few hours. Max had been with friends in Florida and had jumped in his car the moment Booth called, knowing the FBI agent didn't make social calls to ex-convicts, so it had to be concerning Tempe. Booth knew Max needed to hear everything again in person because he would have too. He stopped just outside Brennan's room to prepare Max for her appearance.

"Now Max she's been through extensive trauma. She has cuts on her face and arms from the wreck, her coloring is bad, and she's hooked up to….. a ventilator" Booth struggled with the last part at the memory of watching Bones' heart stop.

"A ventilator? I thought she was breathing on her own?"

"She was, but a few hours ago her heart stopped because of the all the blood loss. The doctors say it's not a good sign but they won't know anything for sure until she wakes up." If she wakes up. The thought brought a shiver to his whole body but he couldn't tell Max of his fear.

"Christ, Tempe." Max pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the tears that had been building since he started driving.

Booth entered first, and Max cautiously followed. Despite Booth's attempt to prepare him, nothing could have prepared Max to see his daughter laying lifeless in a hospital bed with a machine breathing for her. Booth stayed close to his daughter's grandfather to make sure he didn't hit the floor. Max shrugged Booth off and sat in the chair next to Brennan.

"Oh my Tempe, I was gone for so many years. Now I'm back and we have a wonderful relationship, so you can't go. You need to fight. You need to fight for me and Russ. You need to fight for Booth and you need to fight for your daughter. Please Tempe." Max lowered his head and released his tears on the same place Booth had just hours ago. Booth decided to give Max time alone with his daughter. It would still be a couple hours until he could see his own daughter, so Booth decided to find the chapel.

Booth hadn't stopped praying since he arrived to the accident the day before. He lit a candle for Bones, smiling weakly because he could hear her saying "that candle will help me about as much as fairy dust would." He lit a candle for his daughter, still unnamed. Then he knelt by the alter and bowed his head. He stayed like that for a long time, pleading and bargaining with God to save his family. After he had given Max an hour with Brennan, Booth left the chapel and returned to her room.

A nurse was checking her vitals and Max was waiting in the hallway.

"How's my granddaughter?"

"She's tiny but she's a fighter." Booth pulled his phone out and showed Max the few first pictures he had taken of his daughter.

"Oh my God she's tiny. And she's on a ventilator like Tempe?"

"Yea being so premature, her lungs are a little weak. She also needs a feeding tube because she weighs so little."

"She's beautiful though, looks just like her mother." Max choked a little on mother, fearing that beautiful little girl would have to grow up without one. "Booth I'm here for whatever they need, for whatever you need. We can take shifts being with both girls. I've always known you were a good man, and seeing how much you love my daughter and how much she loves you has been a highlight of my life. I consider you a son, and I know that your world is upside down right now. I'm here." Max was not one to express emotions, especially with another man, but the reality of the situation in front of him made him speak up.

"I appreciate that Max. I know it took a while for you and Bones to reconcile, but you should know how much she loves you, even if she hasn't always said it. She was…is excited for our daughter to have a grandfather. She knows you will be there, and so do I."

The sharing of emotions had made both men equally uncomfortable but both appreciated the other's sentiment.

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Max and Booth spent the next couple days splitting their time with Brennan and baby girl Booth. Angela came around noon each day to see her best friend and her goddaughter. Hodgins, Cam, and Sweets all checked in, asking if there was anything that they could do. Even Caroline called to check on her favorite FBI agent and his family.

Health wise the first two days were uneventful. Brennan didn't wake up but she also didn't get any worse. Their daughter was progressing as well as to be expected. Max could tell that with each day that Brennan made no change; Booth was losing it a little. The man hadn't slept more than a few hours since the accident, and had barely touched any food.

The doctors had said Bones' brain function couldn't be determined for a few days. Now a few days had passed and nothing. No change, she wasn't breathing on her own, her eyes never twitched, let alone opened. Each night Booth stared into her face, willing her to wake up and look at him. When Max was with the baby and Booth was alone with his love he talked to her. He reminded her of their plans, dreams and hopes for their future. He kept the hope that like when she told him a story during his coma, that she would wake up and remember him and their baby and their life. She had to wake up. She had to remember him and their daughter. She had to be okay.

On the third day Max was on the fourth floor with the still unnamed baby girl and Booth waited for the doctors in Bones' room. They had taken her for an MRI and the results were due any minute. Booth sat stoically in his place next to Brennan. His mind was blank, frazzled with worry and exhaustion. He hadn't noticed the doctor come in until he announced his presence with a cough.

"Mr. Booth, you need to rest or we'll have to admit you." The doctor was only half joking. The man before him looked to be on his last leg and fading fast.

"Please tell me there's good news. I really need there to be good news."

"Dr. Brennan's brain scans show increased activity from when she first was admitted. Her brain activity is still slightly below where we'd like to see it but that fact that it's improving is a very good sign."

"So she's getting better, but she's still in danger?"

"Well she's breathing over the ventilator now so we can take her off of it and her heart is doing fine. As long as her brain scans keep showing improvement I feel confident in her chances."

"Well that's far from a guarantee but I'll take it for now. Small victories right?"

"Yes, that's the right attitude when you're dealing with brain traumas like hers. We'll keep doing scans every few hours to track her progress. I'll keep you up to date."

"Thanks doc."

The doctor left, promising to go give Max the update. Booth leaned into Bones and kissed her forehead.

"I know you are the most stubborn person I have ever met, but if you could just wake up, I would really appreciate it."

Reassured for the moment, Booth stretched out on the empty bed he had woken up in days earlier. He could feel the exhaustion taking over. Bones wasn't going anywhere, Max was with the baby. Now seemed like the best time to catch a few winks.

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"Booth….Booth….Booth" a small, coarse voice whispered.

Booth sat straight up at the sound of his a name. His sniper training had prepared him to hear what others didn't but he would have known her voice even without it. He had been dreaming of the first night he and Bones stayed in their house. The furniture hadn't arrived yet so they shared a sleeping bag and slept in front the fireplace in the den. It had been a perfect night. Reality pulled him from his memories when he realized that the voice was coming from across the room.

Bones still had her eyes closed, but she was definitely calling his name. Booth jumped out of bed and made it to her in three steps.

"Bones! Say it again. Say my name."

"Booth. Baby?" her eyes squinted in pain.

"Oh Bones I was so worried. I love you so much. Doc!" he hit the call button repeatedly and kissed Bones on the mouth. "You've been in a coma for days and they didn't know if you'd ever wake up. Our daughter is tiny but strong. She looks just like you." Booth couldn't stop the flow of information sprouting from his mouth.

"Baby?" tears leaked from Bones' still closed eyes.

Bones' limited vocabulary was making Booth start to panic. The doctor and a few nurses came rushing in.

"She's awake but she's only saying two words."

"Let's do another scan. Her brain has been recovering Mr. Booth; she might need a couple days to get her previous vocabulary back. I want to do some more tests to rule out any extensive damage though."

As they started wheeling her away, Booth kissed Bones' hand and promised to be here when she got back. Booth then raced up to the fourth floor to tell Max. He left out the part about Bones only saying two words. There was no need to make Max worry until they knew something for sure. The two men hugged briefly and then Booth sat down with his daughter while Max phoned Angela at the Lab. Booth told his daughter that her mommy might be able to see her soon. He silently prayed she would be the mommy he knew she wanted to be, not this new Brennan.

He knew he was overreacting. How could he expect her to wake up after being in a coma for days and experiencing so many traumas and be like herself? It had taken him months to become himself again. He had also made a life altering realization during his coma; he was in love with Bones. What if brain damage wasn't the only thing he needed to worry about? What if she had a life altering realization that didn't involve spending her life with him? He shook the thought away. He was getting ahead of himself.

He looked at his daughter and let himself just get lost in loving her. He loved Parker this way, he loved Bones this way; the kind of love that he would lay his life down for. Bones would be okay, they would raise their daughter and his son, and they would have whatever life they chose.

The final chapter is coming soon