A: N/ for a while, the writing bug in me was sleeping. I had some ideas, but they all fizzled out before I mustered enough energy to work them out. Then today, when I checked my e-mail and found one of the loveliest reviews I have ever received, I felt it coming alive again. I felt like I could do this again; give Booth and Brennan a life together. And so, I just wanna say thank you to Chloe Jaeger…to which this entire fanfic is dedicated, because you brought back the fire in me…

Thank you.

Dis.: I don't own this…but I do own the little world in my head and it's so safe and easy there, I'm thinking of moving permanently.

Booth POV

I tossed and turned, annoyed that the clock on the nightstand wasn't moving faster. She'd been there again, sleeping in my arms, her soft auburn hair fanned out over my chest. My large hand was splayed out on her bare porcelain back, rubbing circles, while her breathing was soft and warm against my shoulder. She looked like an angel, as I bent my head to kiss her forehead softly; the neighbor's dog decided it wanted to chat.

She was there one minute, one glorious, perfect, minute. And in the next, she was gone, my arms holding nothing but the pillow next to me. I was used to this, used to ravishing her senseless in my dreams, then waking up the next morning alone and desperate for her.

I was used to looking forward to seeing her first thing in the morning, only to wake up to my alarm clock and find that I had indeed slept another night alone. I was used to this.

But it didn't mean that it didn't hurt every time and every day.

Each day there was something that my mind stored, something it would call back in the early morning hours as I tried to sleep.

Her Wonder Woman costume from last Halloween had given me enough material for a month, and the whole "father of my child" was still running its own course. Then there was her snug fitting lab coat as she examined remains on the platform, bent over slightly so that I could just see exactly how good of shape she was in. Her perfectly soft, yet styled hair that whether she wore it pulled up or loose, looked like she was a goddess among all other women on Earth.

And her eyes.

The one thing she tried to keep hidden from most people, the portal to her soul, her entire life showed in those perfectly azure pools. Sometimes at the diner, she'd just look up and stare me right in the eye like she had something important to say, she just couldn't bring herself to say the first word.

Say you love me, Bones. Please Bones, say you love me. I need to hear you say it, or I'm gonna die Bones. Please…. I would plead internally, watching her distinctly as she fought her heart out of the way and whispered "Booth…would you pass the ketchup?"

Nodding, gently I would hand her what every item she had requested, sometimes getting bold and letting my fingers brush hers for a second longer than necessary.

And letting my fingers brush hers, or letting my hand rest on the small of her back, was how I had survived these past three years.

But my control was running out, and my dreams were taking over.

Brennan POV

"Damn it…" I grumbled, when next doors new born baby started wailing. I was already having enough trouble sleeping, add in a hysterically crying infant and you do not get the conditions contusive to a good night's rest.

He had been with me again. Except this time we were just in bed, snuggled close and talking quietly to one another. One of his gentle hands was deep in my loose hair, while his other was rubbing my nude stomach, small but round. We were together, deeply in love, and open about it.

Then the colicky child's crying had started, and the safe and comfortable balloon my subconscious had created for me while I slept, burst over my head, raining down on me in little droplets of loneliness and sadness.

"That," I hissed to myself as I pushed the muggy sheet off me, "is why I don't want children."

I had called the repair man about the air conditioner, but he couldn't find a time for me till next week. I would have to put up with fourteen more nights of uncomfortable August heat.

Shit! I swore internally as I thought about how hard it would be for me to get back to sleep, and once I did…what would I dream about? Would it be the baby dream for the millionth time? Or maybe another sex dream about Booth?

Booth! Of course, Booth!…I thought, my brain sparking to life as I realized that he had air conditioning. He had mentioned that his had been behaving funnily lately, but I had to take a chance tonight. I would either smother to death in this bedroom, or sleep comfortably in cool, fresh air.

I opted for the cold air.

Nearly jumping out of my bed, I pulled my tank off and threw on a sports bra and tee-shirt, instantly deciding that I wouldn't need to dress up for Booth. Even though not more than twenty minutes ago, in a very nice dream I had been having, neither one of us was concerned about clothes. Well, putting them on at least.

As I recalled the dream, I felt a blush spread on my cheeks and I shook my head to clear it of my involved imagings. I slid a pair of jogging shorts on, and tied up my sneakers, realizing that I probably wouldn't need much more. But for some reason, probably force of habit, I sprinted into my bathroom and ran my tooth brush under the streaming faucet. I made quick work of brushing my teeth, rinsing and replacing my tooth brush.

Snatching my keys and cell phone from my purse on the nightstand, I headed for the parking garage. My silver sports car gleamed at me, and as I put the key in the ignition, it purred with odd relief. I cranked the A.C. and pulled swiftly out of the spot and made my way to the exit.

I hadn't driven by myself in a while, going to and from most places in Booth's Tahoe…with Booth. The very man I was on my way to see, uninvited, at two o'clock in the morning.

What am I thinking? It's a Saturday, he must have a woman over, and he's probably sleeping with her right now, making her cry out…

Suddenly I felt myself push down on the acceleration, whizzing through the empty streets.

You're only going this fast cause you need the air conditioning to sleep, and you're very tired. I tried to rationalize with myself.

A: N/ well…what do you think? Reviews appreciated!

The night sky looked stormy, the blackness decorated with masses of grey clouds. The moon had decided to play hooky, so there was complete darkness.