This chapter is inspired by the song Pictures of You- By Angie Hart (original The Cure). Hahah Emma- "Do you think we can get paste here?" "I dunno, lets try" "Jessica Ruth, come over here!" Sooo close. Hehehe I shaved my head for the worlds greatest shave:D I looked like my little brother when it was being done :D Now my ears are cold :D

"Dr. Brennan, we found that the tumor is indeed cancerous. We will remove as much as we can then proceed with intense chemo therapy treatment." Dr. O'Brien informed Brennan.

"When will you take him in for the operation?" Brennan asked wringing her hands.

"In an hour, the procedure is urgent."

"Dr. O'Brien, Booth will be ok…won't he?" She asked desperately.

"I'm sorry but I can't confirm that." Dr. O'Brien turned and walked away, leaving Brennan alone with her awful thoughts.

4 weeks later…

"Dr Brennan" Dr. O'Brien walked into Booth's ward.

"Yes?" Brennan let go of Booth's hand and stood up from her chair.

"Can I speak with you for a moment…privately?" She looked down at Booth. He smiled at her to let her know he was ok with it.

"I'll be back" Brennan promised as she walked out of the ward with the male Dr.

"Please Dr. Brennan, have a seat." Dr. O'Brien gestured to some seats across the hall.

"No thank-you" Brennan declined "just tell me."

"Dr. Brennan, the chemo therapy isn't working." Brennan slowly walked over to the seats on the other side of the hall. Slowly, she sank into the red chair. She put her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. Brennan squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself not to let the tears fall. Her chest tightened, her heart pounded, Booth was going to die.

"How much-" Brennan choked on her tears "how much longer does he have left?"

"Temperance, I suggest you take Seeley home and make him comfortable."

"How much longer!" Brennan shot up from her chair and yelled. A few passing nurses stopped and looked, then kept going. "How much longer does he have?" She repeated just a tad quieter.

"A week, if he's lucky." Dr. O'Brien said "I'm so sorry."

"No, he's not going to die!" Brennan shouted "Seeley Booth does not die, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear Dr. Brennan, but we've run out of options there's nothing we can do, I'm sorry." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"There has to be something" Brennan pleaded.

"There's nothing more that we can do. All that is left is to make him comfortable." Dr. O'Brien's pager shrilled. He removed it from his pocket and looked at the small screen. "I have to go, are you alright telling Seeley?"

"Of course."

"I will inform the nurses that he will be discharged." Dr. O'Brien shook Brennan's hand and left. Once he had gone around the corner, Brennan slid down the wall. She brought her knees up to her chest and held them there with shaking arms. She took a deep breath and sobbed. Booth was going to die, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Summing up what little courage she had left, Brennan stood up, wiped the tears off her face and walked back into Booth's ward.

"Hey Bones, you ok, I heard yelling." Booth asked as he pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"Booth…" Brennan whispered painfully, her plan of showing no pain going completely out the window.

"What's wrong?" He asked, shifting over in bed and patting the space next to him. Brennan slowly swung her leg over the railing and climbed in next to Booth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest.

"You're being discharged." Brennan whispered.

"Really that's great" Booth's eyes filled with excitement and a smile spread across his face.

"No Booth…it's not great. You're being discharged…so" she took a deep, shaky breath "so you can be comfortable" Brennan felt Booth's jaw clench. She raised her head and looked Booth in the eye. His normally gorgeous brown eyes were dark with pain. Brennan pressed her lips against his, nothing romantic, no meaning behind it, just her showing him that she was sorry, that she felt his pain too. "I'm-" she searched for the right words "I wish there was something I could do." Booth buried his head into Brennan's shoulder and cried. She grabbed his shirt and let go of everything she was holding onto. The pairs' tears mixed and their bodies molded, it was hard to tell where one ended and the other begun.

"How long do I have left?" Booth snuffled.

"A week" Brennan answered.

"Oh God! Oh my God!" Booth yelled "that's not- that's not long enough. There's so much I want to do, so many things I want to see. I can't leave Parker, I- I can't leave you." Booth squeezed Brennan as he rambled.

"Booth, you're not leaving me or Parker…you're being taken."

Hahaha Emma…*sits on the floor and does the electric slide on my ass*…good times. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it…I'm planning on finishing off this story soon…but I guess my plans never go how I want them too. And I thought just for a point of clarification… Real Life- Didn't get to the stage where chemo was an option. Given 2 days to live in a nursing home. Story- Well it's a bit more happy…he gets a week…anyway R&R.