Glad to see not too many of you are confused. A lot of you referenced a movie, which I apologize because I haven't seen it, but whatever works for you. Despite the explanation given in this chap, I honestly haven't truly decided if Brennan is Brennan or Brennan is Booth's imagination, but I think it's a little of both. So, on with the show and I do hope to hear from you again, I know I'm not the best (nowhere near in fact) at responding to your reviews, but I do read each and every one of them and they truly do brighten my day.

Wondering was she really here
Is she standing in my room?

Booth stared at his partner, seemingly in his apartment, sitting on the counter beside him. Closing his eyes, he took another deep breath.

"Okay, what's going on here?" He said finally, pulling away from the counter to look at her. "Am I dreaming?"

Brennan studied his face for a moment and seemed to take pity on him, because she dropped down off the counter and folded her arms, her typical stance for divulging information.

"No, you're not dreaming."

She stopped, so he continued. "Are you…a ghost?" While the sane man in him screamed at him to stop talking to someone who wasn't there, hell, to stop seeing her for that matter, the investigator in him just wouldn't let it go.

"No, ghosts are mythical creatures Booth, supposed spirits trapped between heaven and hell. Besides, I'm not dead."

"Am I?"

She smiled a bit at this, and in spite of the situation, he found it putting him at ease.

"No, you're not dead either."

With a sigh, he put aside his coffee. "Then what's going on? Why are you here? Are you real?"

She seemed unperturbed by his barrage of questions, her smile remaining calm and focused.

"I'm as real as everything inside your head. If I were to have to guess, which I think I do given that your mental capacities aren't functioning at their full potential," Booth's eyebrows shot up but she continued smoothly, "I would say that I'm an imagined physical manifestation of your conscious thoughts based on high stress and a preoccupation with my well-being."

Booth stared at her for a moment and then nodded slowly. "So…what you're saying is that…you're not real."

"No, what I'm saying is that only you can see me. I'm essentially your imagination come to life. Like an imaginary friend…like God!" She exclaimed, excited to seemingly have found an appropriate analogy. Booth gave her an exasperated sigh, as he often did when he felt she was being disrespectful toward his beliefs, and started to move toward the door.

"Now where are you going?" She asked, sounding irritated.

Booth didn't bother looking back, insane or not, he was going to that hospital to be with his partner. "The same place I was going before."

"The hospital?"

"Yup." He reached for his coat hanging on a chair in the living room and patted his pockets for his keys.

"But why Booth?"

He opened the door and started down the hallway. "Because you're there. It's where I need to be."

"Again, I ask you, why? Are you a doctor or a surgeon? Have you suddenly gained some expertise in cranial trauma that I don't know about?" She was following him now, although she hadn't grabbed a coat, and he thought to himself that she would be cold without it, before he realized how crazy that sounded and dismissed it.

"I'm not going to be cold Booth."

He stopped and did an about-face, staring her straight in the eyes with his hands on his hips. "I didn't say anything about you being cold."

She reached up and tapped his temple. "In your head remember?"

He narrowed his eyes but didn't respond, instead lost in an uncomfortable feeling of déjà vu. Standing toe to toe with her this way, it almost made him shudder how much he missed old times.

Sadness crossed her eyes and her chin dipped a bit.

"I miss those times too."

Pursing his lips, he turned and headed down the stairs again. It felt like she was really there, too much like she was really there with him, and it was starting to hurt.

"You never answered my question, why are you here?" He called over his shoulder. She was hot on his heels.

"Why are you going to the hospital?"

"Because it's where I need to be." He said finally bursting through the door to his complex and closing his eyes to a gush of cold October air.

He felt her come and stand beside him, but couldn't remember if he heard the door open again or not.

"Same for me." She turned to look at him but he pretended not to see. "This is where I need to be."

Okay so, I realize these chapters are short, but I hope you will forgive that. And don't forget to go check out the Anti Boneyard!