Thanks Slick 1 for telling me about the 'wake up and smell the coffee' I was thinking about writing that but it sounded wrong…I've morphed into Brennan argh I've been writing too much.

Not too sure about this one. I'm not very good at writing from Booth's perspective. See what you think, and let me know.

Booth lay back in his hospital bed after finishing his second cup of pudding. His mind was on overdrive. After Dr Brennan had gone Dr Sangara had gone into more detail about the procedure he'd gone through and how it was common for patients to suffer from post operative amnesia after brain surgery. Common or not, Booth was not happy. He'd lost seven years of his son's life. He didn't even remember him being born! What sort of a father was he?

Then, there was Dr Brennan. He had an unexplainable need to protect her. He'd seen the hurt in her eyes when he'd got upset earlier and had started pointing fingers. He inwardly kicked himself, and wished he could have just pulled her into his arms and never let go. How could he have been so insensitive? She quite clearly cared for him very much. The nurse who'd come to check his vitals a few minutes ago had confirmed that. She hadn't left his side apparently. She'd held his hand while he lay in a coma for four day.

Booth closed his eyes trying to conjure any images he could. He'd started to drift off. A sofa came into view, Dr Brennan was on it and they were both staring at a man; if you could call him that, he looked about 12! Words came floating in, 'pie', 'passion', 'sex', 'baby'. 'Booth I want a baby'. Booth sat up suddenly. He shook his head; certain that he'd confused the memory with the haze-filled dream he'd had under anaesthesia. He could remember what happened but he couldn't see faces, only his own if he really pushed. Surely if he and Dr Brennan were going to have a baby he'd have been married to her, and he was certain that she wasn't wearing a ring. Then like a rush, Booth remembered Rebecca. He watched himself plead with her to marry him and she'd refused. Booth sighed heavily and put his head in his hands. He was reliving the despair he felt then. He felt like such a failure, until Parker was born. He was a perfect little boy with ten fingers and toes. As he got a little older he became the spitting image of his Dad, aside from the blonde curls. He got as far as Parker's 2nd birthday when…

'Booth you ok?' concern washed over Brennan's face as she walked over to his bedside.

'Jeez Dr Brennan you should warn a guy.'

'Warn a guy to what?' her head tilled to the side with her innocent question.

'It's an expression. It means you shouldn't sneak up on me without making sure I know you're there.' He spoke deliberately; he had an inkling that he often had to explain things like this to her. Where did that come from?

'But that would defeat the object, if I was sneaking up on you…Which I'm not.' Argh way to sound convincing Tempe. Just change the subject.

'I promised I'd be back. I've just come from talking to Dr Sangara and he said your CT scan is good. You can be discharged.' She couldn't contain her smile. While she was uncertain how long it would take Booth to recover his memory and how they would move forward once he did, she knew that just seeing him come home would be enough to see her through until he was ready to live on his own. Funny how 'home' had come to mean her apartment with him in it.

Dr Sangara had told her that he should be fit to be alone in about three weeks. Until then she had to make sure he took his medicine, ate right and got enough sleep. Hmm, she thought to herself wryly, the blind leading the blind on that one.

'That's great. So…am I going home?' He was very careful with how he phrased it. He didn't want to lead Dr Brennan, and somewhere in the recesses of his brain, he knew he had to be careful with her. The slightest thing could freak her out and she'd be gone before he knew what had happened.

'No. Actually, you're coming home with me.' She paused. She knew he was confused and didn't know how he'd take to such news. He didn't say anything so she continued, 'I arranged for some of your things to be moved to mine, but we can go and visit your apartment tomorrow if you like. See if it triggers any memories.' She added hopefully.

'Sure Dr Brennan that would be great, but aren't you a little busy to be playing nurse-maid to me?' He was screwing up his face. Even without knowing her all that well, he could tell that dealing with people wasn't her forte.

'I've taken some time off. You'll only have to spend more time in the hospital if you don't get released into my care. Call it professional courtesy, but they're only releasing you now because I'm a doctor.' Was she trying to convince him he needed her? God Brennan have you no pride, she chided herself.

'Oh ok. Thanks.' He half smiled. That was lame he thought to himself. 'So when can we get out of here?' he'd perked up a bit now.

'Relax Booth, we can go as soon as I've signed your discharge papers. Do you need help getting dressed?' she blushed. What am I doing?

'No I'm good thanks.' She smiled at him and turned to go.

'Umm, Dr Brennan…' Booth started uncertainly

'Yes Booth?'

'I just want you to know that I'm really grateful that you're doing all this for me, and I hope that I remember you soon.'

'I hope so too.' She dropped her head and didn't elaborate, but just as she was through the door she quickly turned round to look at him, 'Oh and Booth…'

'Yes, Dr Brennan?'

'You can call me Brennan or Bren, Angela always does.' She was tempted to ask him to call her Bones but she didn't want to force memories onto him. He had to remember by himself.

'Thanks Bren…' It sounded foreign to him. 'Who's Angela?'

'You'll meet her soon. She works at the lab with me…I'll just go and sign your discharge papers.' She slipped out the door. She was finding it hard having to explain who people were to him. 'Get a grip Tempe, he's coming home, he'll remember soon enough' she was still trying to convince herself.

Meanwhile, Booth was starting to get changed. Bren…huh, it sounded familiar but not right. Well what else am I meant to call her? Temperance? No that wasn't right either. He was sure he'd called her that at some point but only in times of great pain for her.

He shrugged and waited for Brennan to return with his meds. 'I know it begins with a B but it's not Bren.'

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