"He's..." Angela dark eyes widened and she pulled her coat off a hook. "Let's go." Cam nodded and the two women rushed past the platform yelling up at and Wendell. They were looking over remains from an accident, but Temperance snapped off her gloves and followed after her friends.
"Dr. Sweets is awake?" Brennan asked as they ran out of the building.
"Yeah! Daisy called and told us!" Angela grinned as they all piled into Brennan's car. "Come on!" The artist giggled, clicking her belt in place.
"Why is it I'm the boss and I'm sitting in back?" Cam groaned, snapping her own seat belt.
"Perhaps its because you walk the slowest because of the designer heels you wear in the lab." Brennan replied, and Cam pushed her lips together and nodded at the anthropologist.
"I can't wait to see him." Angela grinned, looking out the window as they left.
"Even though Sweets will still be in a semi fragile state I to look forward to seeing Dr. Sweets." Brennan smiled slightly as she drove towards the hospital.
"That's a great way to put it." Angela nodded sarcastically. "But yeah, I can't wait to see the teams baby."
"Dr. Sweets is a grown man." Bones said in confusion as she pulled up to the hospital. "Yes but other then a few of the interns, who we switch around all the time, Sweets is the youngest." Angela sighed "Doesn't that matter to you?"
"Not really." Bones said as they approached the hospital. "How is Dr. Sweets?" She asked as they entered.
"Lance is awake and getting examianed as we speak!" Daisy squealed.
"That's wonderful!" Angela beamed, hugging Hodgins.
"Oh...thank goodness!" Cam smiled, and Angela turned to give her a hug also.
"This is fantastic news!" Brennan grinned.
"It really is, Bones. It really is." Booth said, hugging her.
Sweets smiled as much as his weakened body would let him. He was happy he survived what happened. He only had foggy memories of what happened after he got shot and now but he was sure Daisy was going to happy to see him.
"I ch-check out, Doc?" Sweets said weakly, but stronger then before.
"You seem fine... For now. I'm going to tell your friends. They'll be here in a second." The doctor said, putting his stethoscope away and leaving the room. Random memories ran through his head, dreams he imagined. Apologies from Booth, please from Angela for him to wake up, Brennan reading a book allowed. He was sure he had dreamt it all, he'd been in a coma. There is no way he could have heard any of them talking. When he'd finally opened his eyes, Daisy and Hodgins had been arguing over whose shift it was. Sweets was still pondering what exactly they were talking about when his friends entered.
"Hey, g-guys wh-" sweets started, propping himself on his elbows before he was hugged by Daisy and Angela. "Your... Cr-crushing... M-m-me..." He gasped under their grasp.
"Oh!" Angela released him, a grin wide on her face. "I just missed you!"
"Lance-a-lot!" Daisy smiled, still hugging him.
"Your crushing me, Miss Daisy..." Lance croaked, making her release him.
"I missed you..." Daisy smiled at him.
"I m-missed you to..." Sweets said before kissing her.
"Hello! Earth to Shrink! You have other guests!" Booth teased, poking Sweets shoulder.
"O-oh! Sorry..." Lance blushed. "But um... You guys wouldn't believe the dreams I had when I was in a coma..." Sweets chuckled.
"Cliff notes?" Hodgins suggested, looking him over.
"Ah it was bizarre,Booth kept apologizing and Angela was crying and telling me to wake up." Sweets smiled, his voice small but strong. Booth and Angela looked to each other, both turning a shade of pink. "Brennan was reading to me, and Cam kept telling me to watch out next time. Hodgins raddled off so many conspiracy theories I lost track. Kinda crazy right?"
"Uh... Right." Booth mumbled, shuffling around.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Sweets asking, looking between his quiet friends.
"It appears.." Brennan cleared her throat, looking at the young man. "That those were not dreams, but actual events in the time you were in a coma."
"Theres no way..." Sweets chuckled before looking at them. "Oh your serious... Woah, guys I'm sorry for bringing it up. I didn't mean to make you all angry or..." He stopped, looking over their expressions, suddenly a question hit him. "Wait...if that's true then..why..why was Booth apologizing?"
"For you getting shot under his protection." Brennan responded instantly, and Booth looked at her with annoyance and embarrassment.
"That isn't his fault." Sweets blinked, confused. "It was my mistake, I looked away from the shooter, I was an idiot. It's my fault."
"Sweets, no!" Booth snapped. "I don't want THOSE words to come out of your mouth again. It wasn't either if our faults. It was the guy, who pulled the trigger, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure... And Booth..." Sweets started to whisper. "Why did you keep talking about soccer?"
"I..uh...I" Booth turned red, looking at the young man.
"Booth had felt badly about manipulating you into trying to convince me to have Christine in a hospital by telling you that you two were close. His feeling of guilt rose because of the fact you could die, and he was reminded you had mentioned a soccer game." Brennan said, looking at the young man.
"What... Oh! I understand." Sweets chuckled before coughing slightly. "You don't have to watch a soccer game with me, Booth. It's really not nessary. It was a silly idea..." Sweets smiled at Booth, leaning back into bed.
"I want to, Sweets!" Booth said, and the psychologist looked at him in total surprise.
"Wh-what?" Sweets stuttered, looking at the agent in disbelief.
"You want to watch a soccer game, so we are gonna watch a soccer game." Booth nodded, crossing his arms.
"Look, Agent Booth, you don't have to watch a game with me out of pity for the fact I got a little hurt." Sweets sighed, smiling at him. "You want to watch a soccer game, so we are gonna watch a soccer game." Booth nodded, crossing his arms. "Look, Agent Booth, you don't have to watch a game with me out of pity that I got a little hurt." Sweets smiled at him.
"P-pity? A little hurt?" Booth spurted and everyone looked at Sweets in shock and sadness.
"What? Did I say something bad?" Sweets said, looking around nervously. "I should never talk to people after I wake up, it never ends well." Lance sighed, slumping in the hospital bed.
"You were in a coma for weeks!" Angela exclaimed. looking at the man who nodded slowly. "And you say a little hurt?"
"Well yeah... It could have been worst..." Sweets mumbled, glancing to the side.
"5 times..." Brennan whispered.
"What?" Sweets asked, peering at her.
"I talked to your doctor... You coded 5 times in total. You d-died, 5 times." Brennan said, choking on her words and staring at the ground. Sweets' eyes widened at the woman as Booth wrapped an arm around her, and he looked over the group who all showed signs of tears.
"O-oh..." Sweets stuttered, still bewildered by how sad they were. "I'm sorry"
"Don't you dare apologize for that. It was not your fault!" Cam snapped, clearly distraught.
"God, I can't say anything right. I should probably stop talking before I do any more damage." Sweets joked weakly.
"Oh, don't worry Sweets..' Angela whispered, brushing her tears away. "Did you know how long you were out?"
"No... I mean the doctor told me, but it really felt like barely anytime." Sweets smiled, shaking his head.
"Well we are all just glad your up." Angela smiled at him.
"Thanks you all... Really, but you don't have to be here. I'm sure you have other things to do." Lance smiled at them all slightly.
"Not really, we just closed our most recent case." Hodgins responded "And the profiler totally sucked, by the way." At the last comment, Sweets felt his smile grow slightly.
"I'm sorry to hear that Dr. Hodgins." Sweets grinned, looking at the man, who gave a small nod.
"'Cause you sound sorry." Booth teased.
"Yeah, I'm not really that sorry about that." Sweets grinned at the agent.
"Not everyone can be as brilliant as my Lance-a-lot!" Daisy exclaimed, smiling softly at Sweets.
"Awww, Miss Daisy." Lance smiled before leaning up and kissing her.
"Come on people, PDA!" Hodgins laughed, covering his eyes.
"Hey!" Angela elbowed her husband as the couple jumped apart, faces red. "It was sweet..."
"But just to be safe, maybe you two should stay at arms length." Booth snickered. The couple smiled, faces still red, and Sweets felt his eye lids grow heavy.
"Man...I'm beat." Sweets yawned, rubbing his eyes.
"You rest as much as you need to, my Lance-a-lot." Daisy smiled at him. "As long as you promise to wake up."
"I promise..." Lance slurred, his eyes fluttering shut.
"I hope you do.." Daisy whispered when he was finally asleep, and her words sent a shock through the room.
"He will, of course he will." Angela smiled as the group slowly made their way out of the room. "He'll be just fine now..." Angela whispered as she made her way out the door.
Brennan and Booth walked into the hospital the next day, Bones carrying Christine in her arms. They decided they wanted Sweets to see little Christine. "Do you think he will be happy to see her?" Brennan asked, bouncing Christine.
"Sure he will." Booth grinned as they walk towards Sweets room.
"Wait... Do you hear that? His heart monitor." Bones eyes widened as she heard the speed up beeping through the door. They instantly rushed in and saw something they wished they hadn't. Sweets and Daisy were making out on his hospital bed, she had one leg straddled across his legs and was reaching into his hospital gown and Sweets was playing with the buttons on her blouse with one hand the other was traveling down her back and grabbing her...
"Sweets!" Booth shouted, covering Christine's eyes.
"Miss Wick!" Brennan shouted, going to protect her child's eyes as well.
"Agent Booth!" Sweets squeaked.
"Dr. Brennan!" Daisy shrieked, eyes wide.
"Why does this always happen?" Sweets groaned as Daisy slid onto the floor. Lance pulled the blanket over his bright red face and Daisy was locked in a staring contest with Brennan.
"In the hospital? Really guys?" Booth groaned, shaking his head.
"Miss Wick... Your shirt..." Bones said, nodding toward Daisy's disheveled and partly undone shirt.
"Right...sorry.." Daisy laughed awkwardly, toying with her shirt. Soon she got it to rights and looked at the still-hiding Lance Sweets. "Lance-a-lot..."
"I keep screwing up..." Came a muffled voice. "And now my face is red."
"Lance-a-lot... Please come out from there." Daisy begged, peeking under the sheet.
"No. I'm never coming out, I'm just going to stay under here and die of embarrassment." The blanket said.
"That's ridiculous, you can't die of embarrassment." Brennan said, raising an eyebrow at the blanket.
"Then I'll die of starvation." Sweets' voice responded.
"Should I inform the doctor that Sweets is planning on starving to death?" Bones asked Booth.
"Come on, Lance, Come out from there." Daisy cooed softly.
"No." His voice came from the blanket.
"Maybe we should, like it could be some brain trauma thing." Booth joked.
"I don't have brain trauma!" The blanket argued. "Stop laughing!" The blanket shouted when Booth burst into laughter. "It's not funny!" Sweets finally poked his bright red face out to glare at the agent. The agent shut his mouth, but still had a wicked grin over his face. "My head hurts..." Lance finally mumbled, sinking into the bed.
"Well you are still recovering from a concussion, Sweets." Booth said, gesturing towards his head.
"I brought Christine!" Brennan said, bouncing her child. "We thought she might want to see her Uncle Sweets."
"Uncle who?" Sweets said, looking up at the baby. "Her Uncle Sweets." Temperance said, walking over towards Sweets.
"Bones- don't call him- She wasn't suppose to call you that to your face." Booth stuttered.
"I...uh...what?" Sweets questioned, looking over at the baby who was leaning toward him. "She wasn't...why?"
"Because you weren't suppose to hear it." Booth said, face palming.
"Why? You used that title for Sweets when speaking to Christine multiple times. You said it was because you thought of Sweets as family. Like an annoying younger brother." Bones said, handing the baby to Sweets.
"Thanks." Sweets smiled, his tone sarcastic as he took the baby. The little girl giggled and bounced, causing Sweets to flinch a little at all the movement. "Hi Christine!" Lance laughed.
"Bones!" Booth whined. "Why'd you tell him that!?"
"Wasn't he supposed to know?" Bones asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Annoying!?" Daisy asked, hands on her hips.
"Ouch! Don't pull my hair, please." Sweets pipped in, paying no mind to the others as he and Christine played. Eventually his attention was drawn to the arguing that was starting to happen as it progress. "They are being silly, huh?" Sweets smiled at Christine and bounced her. "Silly, silly Mommy and Daddy, aren't they so funny." Lance giggled and tickled Christine under her chin.
"Lance, one day we can have one!" Daisy giggled, and Sweets looked up at her with wide eyes.
"We'll uh... Talk." Sweets said before looking back to Christine. "You said that before." Daisy pouted, crossing her arms.
"I don't think Sweets is ready for kids." Booth sighed with agitation slight in his voice, looking at Daisy. "I don't think Sweets is ready for kids." Booth sighed with agitation slight in his voice, looking at Daisy.
"He's good with Christine." Daisy said, pointing to the child, who was squishing Sweets cheeks and laughing.
"Yeah like an uncle or babysitter, not a father." Booth argued, looking to Brennan for backup.
"Booth is correct." Brennan nodded.
"Hey, hey let's just all calm down, okay?" Sweets chuckled nervously.
"Lance would make a wonderful father!" Daisy continued, ignoring her boyfriend.
" I don't know about that, Daisy." Sweets said, hugging Christine close. The baby had become quite since shed discovered Sweets' heart monitor, and was staring intently at it.
"Lance-a-lot..." Daisy whined.
"Daisy," Lance whined right back. "Right now isn't time for this discussion for right now." Christine squealed, seeing something change on his heart monitor.
"Lance!" Daisy groaned, and Sweets shook his head.
"Daisy I love you, I do, but can we just have this conversation when Agent Booth and aren't here?" Sweets responded, and the baby kept giggling as she watched the monitor.
"Sounds more like an argument." Booth mumbled.
"It's not an argument." Sweets deflected, rolling his eyes. Seeing another change on his monitor, Christine squealed again. Sweets couldn't help but smile at the little girl, whose head was lying on his chest. She was giggling but not moving to much, and he ignored the dull ache over his entire chest.
"Christine does seem to enjoy your heart monitor." Brennan smiled, sitting beside the bed.
"She does." Lance laughed. "Maybe she'll be a doctor when she grows up, eh?" Christine squealed again, waving a chubby little arm at the monitor.
"She is quiet brilliant." Brennan smiled, watching her baby. She looked up at Sweets who was humming a song quietly and Christine giggled happily. Sweets cringed for a second as a more intense pain flashed across his chest. Christine squealed again and pounded lightly at Sweets chest with one if her tiny little hands. Sweets moved one if his hands in front of hers so her hits wouldn't hit his chest. Grinding his teeth as he waited for the pain to pass he gave a small smile to Christine. The little girl looked up to him and smiled.
"Doctor Sweets are you okay?" Brennan asked, eyebrows scrunched in concern, seeing how he was grinding his teeth.
"F-fine...just sore." He smiled at her, "You all worry to much."
"Maybe we aren't worried enough, Lance-a-lot..." Daisy said, concern etched on her face. Christine made a confused squeak sound and looked at Sweets.
"There's nothing to be worried about." Lance sighed, looking down to Christine. He couldn't help but smile, she was too adorable.
"Maybe you should rest, Sweets, too much activity can aggravate your condition." Bones suggested.
"Rest? Didn't I just spend a month resting? Ow!" Sweets looked down at Christine, who had just wacked him the head.
"Well yes, you have." Brennan answered, looking to Booth. "But you should rest." She flicked her eyes to the baby, then back to Booth pleading silently for backup.
"Maybe Bones is right, Sweets..." Booth said slowly, walking towards the group.
"Come on... Come on Christine, back me up." Sweets bounced the child, who then blew a raspberry at him. "Traitor." Brennan felt a smile cross her face and Booth laughed. Daisy kissed his cheek and he smiled. "You guys are good friends. Really, I hope you know that." Sweets looked around the room, his eye lids already drooping from exhaustion. Booth felt a twinge in his chest when he heard Sweets day that but he smiled and nodded at him. Brennan picked Christine up as Sweets started to drift to sleep. Sweets' head started to lull to the side as it became more and more difficult to stay awake. "Bye Christine..." Sweets mumbled sleepily. "Have a good day..night...uh..."
"Don't think about it too hard..." Daisy giggled and stroked the top of Sweets head.
"O-okay ..." He smiled at her, his head falling gently to the side. "I shouldn't be tired...I haven't been awake long...and I slept for a very long time before..."
"Your healing, kid, it's to be expected." Booth smirked.
"You just rest, Lance-a-lot." Daisy murmured, kissing Lances forehead.
"Y-yeah..." Lance mumbled slightly his eyes falling shut. Booth and Brennan smiled and walked out of the room. Booth walked, staring at the floor as he walked. Sweets words 'you guys are good friends.' And sighed through his nose. Sweets really thought highly of them and they always thought little of him before this whole mess. He knew Sweets didn't hold anything they said against them but he still knew it wasn't right. Booth pushed the door open for Brennan as thought fell around his brain. He recalled the time they'd thrown Sweets in jail, only to find out one of their own was the true traitor. Booth suddenly stopped walking. Had he ever talked to Sweets about that? He never apologized for it, that was for sure. He had really thrown him in jail, never apologized and some how still become friends with him? Did Sweets really just forget about it? The entire night Booth lie awake in bed, thinking over the entire ordeal. Everything Sweets had said, everything he had said, it was all running in his head. The next morning he left a note for Brennan and rushed to the hospital. The agent peeked into Lances room and saw the young man awake, staring out the window.
"Sweets?" Booth whispered, starting to enter the room.
"Gah!" Sweets yelped and looked at the agent. "Geez Agent Booth, what are you going here? You almost gave me a heart attack!" Sweets said, putting a hand over his chest.
"Sorry..." the agent mumbled turning to close the door. "We need to talk." Sweets sat up further, looking up to the mab. Booth looked tired, worried, and something like guilty.
"Okay..." Lance replied, his voice shifting into sensitivity. "What about?"
"About... It's just earlier you said we were good friends and..." Booth fidgeted around for a second. "Y'know what, this was a BAD idea." Booth shook his head.
"No, no... Go on. I'd like to help you, if I can." Sweets gave him an encouraging smile.
"Don't go all shrinky on me..." Booth warned, he turned from the psychologist and looked to the wall. "The gormagon case...I...we...put you in jail. Remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. You all didn't want Gormagons Aprentice to be one if you, so when I gave you reason, even though it wasn't a reason, you decided to arrest me. I resisted and you wrestled me to the ground of the diner and brought me there. After a day or two I got out. Why are you bringing this up Booth? This was over three years ago." Sweets asked, a confused smile on his face. Booth tensed at his words, finally turning around he saw Lance's smile fall into a confused shock. The tears that sting the agents eyes clearly obvious to the younger man.
"Because...Sweets it wasn't fair. If you'd done that to me I'd still be angry, even now." Booth breathed, meeting the dark chocolate eyes of Sweets' with his tearful own. "You said we were good friends, after we did that..."
"Agent Booth that was a long time ago and I never held anything against you. You didn't want it to be one of your own and at that time I was still an outsider." Sweets said, a comforting tone slipped into his voice. "You didn't mean anything by it... Not really." Something about his tone made the agents gut twist. 'Not really.' Echoed in Booths mind as he looked to the younger man.
"I'm sorry." Booth finally managed, watching every movement Sweets made.
"You don't have to apologize Agent Booth..." Sweets smiled at him. "You were forgiven a long time ago. Come here." Sweets gestured for Booth to come over to him.
"No hugging." The agent responded, walking towards Sweets hesitantly.
"Yeah okay." Sweets said before hugging Booth anyway. "You don't have to feel bad, Agent Booth."
"I know I don't have to." The agent sighed, patting the psychologists back before pulling away. "But I do..."
"Don't. Sure you have done and said... Things, but what are some harsh words and an arrest between friends, right?" Lance joked with a chuckle.
"But...the way I've treated you..." Booth shook his head "I let you get shot..."
"I already said that getting shot was my fault." Sweets sighed with slight annoyance.
"And I have already told you not to say that again." Booth pointed out.
"Y'know... The doctor wants to make me start walking again sometime today or tomorrow." Sweets said, looking to the side. "I could use a friend to make laps with." Lance grinned at him.
"I could do laps with you." Booth smiled, looking at him.
"Good. Soon, hopefully. I hate staying in this bed." Sweets fidgeted around slightly. "I want to get out of here and back to work, y'know?"
"But no more field work for a while." Booth grinned.
"But...awh...no..." Sweets grumbled, crossing his arms.
"It's probably for the best." Booth said.
"But I like field work. It's better then sitting in my office all day." Sweets said with a chuckle.
"Look, I can't go through this again." Booth mumbled, looking it up. "I can't let you get hurt like this, Sweets. I'm supposed to protect you and you..." Booth waved a hand at the bed, and Sweets looked down at all the wires around him.
"I'm a grown man, Agent Booth, and while I appreciate the gesture, I can take care of myself." Sweets said sternly.
"Sweets I know your a grown man, but..." Booth stumbled on his words, unsure of how to respond. "I got shot. I let it happen. It isn't your fault." Sweets said, pushing himself up further. He tried to ignore the pain in his chest, looking at the agent.
"It's not your fault either." Booth remind him. "And you lay back down, your going to hurt yourself." Seeley gently pushed Sweets back onto the bed.
"I can't sleep..." Sweets finally mumbled, breaking the short silence. Booth gave him a confused look and Sweets rolled his eyes jokingly. "I fall asleep, but I wake up like an hour later. I'm...I'm scared that I won't wake up."
"Sweets, your going to be fine. Doctor says your head is way better then it was and your condition is... Not great, but it's better then it was." Booth said, trying to sound reassuring.
"Uh-huh..." Sweets nodded and stared at the ceiling. "I want to walk now." The young psychologist mumbled, trying to sit all the way up in bed.
"Let's wait for the doctor." Booth said, stepping forward. Sweets groaned, sitting back.
"Come on, Booth, just help me up and we can do one lap before the doctors round on me." Sweets gave a totally innocent not innocent smile.
"No way!" Booth shook his head, putting his hands up. "I'll get your doctor."
"Your no fun." Sweets pouted.
"I'm safe, is what I am." Booth said, walking out to find the doctor. Sweets let out a loud sigh, and Booth laughed as he exited the room. Lance turned his gaze back out the window, it was around five a.m. so the sun was just barely rising. Sweets put a determined look on his face and started to sit all the way up. He grunted as he slowly made it to a sitting position. Lance twisted himself so that his feet where on the floor and took a deep breath in. He carefully started to stand, his legs shaking and his chest aching with a dull pain. He went to take a step but ended up stumbling into the wall with a yelp. Booth ran in, the doctor in toe, and pulled Sweets to his bed. "What the hell were you doing, Sweets?" Booth barked and the young man looked at the floor. The agent took a step back, still holding Sweets' shoulder. Sweets kept looking at the floor, refusing to meet Booths eyes, he tried to pull away but the agent's grasp was hard. "Sweets, what were you doing?" Booth repeated, looking intently at the young man.
"Trying to walk..." Sweets mumbled, still looking to the ground.
"You could have hurt yourself!" Booth said, concern filling his face.
"Your stitches, ." the doctor said with worry "I need to check them. Its possible they opened."
"I'm fine." Sweets muttered before sliding into bed further and starting to slip the top of his gown down so the doctor could examine him.
"I'm sure, but I just don't want anything to go wrong." The doctor sighed, stepping toward the bed. "Uh-huh... You busted two of your stitches." The doctor nodded with a small grimace. "You need to be more careful, Dr. Sweets."
"I'm aware." Sweets sighed deeply, avoiding Booth's eyes.
"I'm going to go get a suture kit." The doctor sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Don't move." The doctor pointed at him before leaving the room.
"Sweets," Booth sighed, looking down at the psychologist. "What were you thinking?"
"That I wanted to walk..." Sweets mumbled, shifting around. He felt exposed with his chest and shoulders naked and out in plain sight. As Lance shifted, Booth caught a glimpse of a scar. It was barely a glance, but it sent a sick shiver through the agent. Booth turned his gaze from the younger man and sighed.
"You could've been hurt." Booth mumbled back.
"It was just a slip up." Lance sighed, fiddling with his sheets. "It won't happen again. I'll be more careful, promise."
"I hope so..." Booth nodded and the doctor came in with his kit. Booth had seen blood, hurt, and all forms of agony in his years in the army and the FBI, but he felt sick. The agent turned out of the room, leaning against the wall outside his room. Lance released a sigh through his nose as the doctor repaired his stitches. His mind was swimming with thoughts about Booth and the others and his work. They all seemed rather shaken by his getting shot and probably needed help, but he couldn't do that if he was in the hospital. He wanted to get back to work. He NEEDED to get back to work.
"Hey... Doc?"
"Yes, Dr. Sweets?" The doctor asked, focasing on his work.
"My condition has been stable and improving, right?" Sweets asked, biting his lip slightly.
"Yes, you have made a remarkable recovery thus far." The doctor continued with his work, unfazed.
"Great." Sweet said before glancing to the side and then looking back to the doctor. "Then I would like some discharge papers, please."