A/N: Here I am again! Yes, it is an update to UNWANTED ADVANCES... dont you just want to shower me with reviews, I would it I were you... hehehe =D

Booth finally pushed open the door, and stepped into her hospital room.

The first thing he noticed was that she was hooked up to an IV, she had cords and machines attached to her, and a heart monitor making steady rhythmic beats. This did not set him at ease instead it overwhelmed him with feelings of fear and anxiety. His Bones was in a coma, fighting for her life, how was the steady sound of her heart beat supposed to make him feel better? It only seemed to remind him that they needed to monitor her incase her heart gave out.

He approached her bed, and took a chair, dragging it closer to the bed. He slumped down.

Booth reached for her hand, as the tears filled his eyes. Now that the rush of getting to her was over, he was able to stop and look at her. She was pale, almost white, her once-cherry lips blended into the rest of the color of her skin. She looked sick, worn, tired… she didn't look like the healthy woman he had left at the airport – and that scared him.

"Bones…" he whispered. "I'm here now."

There came no reply.

"Bones, I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry it took so long to get here… I'm here. You can wake up now…" he urged.

There was no acknowledgment that she had even heard him. Her eyes didn't flutter open, her hand didn't twitch… she was simply lifeless.

He leaned his head gently across her stomach as the tears soaked into the material of her hospital gown. At the airport, he had thought it better not to hug her, it hurt too much, but now, it was all he could think about. Why hadn't he just pulled his arms around her and told her how much he'd miss her, how much she mattered even if she didn't feel the same? How had he just let her walk away?

He had kept his promise. He hadn't been a hero… so why hadn't he told her not to be a hero too. Why hadn't he been more firm in his requests when it came to her safety.

He felt a hand brush his shoulder, but he didn't move, he didn't look up. He didn't take his hands away from the skin of Bones' arm, where he had rested it minutes before. "Hey, sweetie…" the familiar voice greeted. "When did you get here?"

"Not long ago," he whispered.

"Bren's a fighter, Booth, you know that…" Angela assured him.

"Yeah," he responded. It was all he could manage to muster.

"Do you want a coffee?" she asked gently.

"No," he said. He wasn't thirty. He lifted his head from his partner and looked up to meet Angela's eyes. "I don't know what to do, Angela."

"Me neither," she said honestly. "Be here is all we can do for now… make sure she knows we're waiting for her. She has to come out of this, Booth, because if she doesn't, everything I believed in will have all been for nothing."

"What do you believe?" he challenged.

"I believe in the two of you. I believe you were meant to get a chance, I do." the tears welled up in her eyes and Booth stood from the chair to hug her.

"I believe that too," he whispered.

Angela stood back and nodded. "I'm going to get that coffee… are you sure you don't want one?"

Booth shook his head. "I'm fine thanks," he took his seat by her bed.

"What about coming for a walk," she suggested. "It might do you good."

"No… I don't- I can't leave her."

Angela nodded. She understood.

Booth reached for her hand again, but this time he didn't speak.

Yeah, I thought this was a bit corny, but *shrugs* I say we all deserve it after this season's crappy NON anything B&B… yes, you agree, right? =)