Chapter 7

Reminiscing

Here is chapter 7. As I was going back through and editing I remembered how much I enjoyed writing this chapter, and was yet again amazed at how far this story has come.

~Booth~

It was insane, but I swear I can still feel her hand on my shoulder even after she shut the door to Dr. Sweets' office.

I reach up to touch the void her hand left and the kid noticed.

'Agent Booth,' he asked curiously, 'Why did you ask to see me?'

"I'm sure Bones has told you that I have amnesia. I don't remember her. I don't remember any one I've been close to over the past five years. I have lost five years of my life. I don't even know who you are, even though I have apparently been seeing you every week for the past two years."

I paused to take a breath.

~Sweets~

I have never seen Booth so flustered.

I have seen him plenty flustered due to the lack of Dr. Brennan's social skills before, but this has gone to a whole new level.

Agent Booth was fidgeting and twiddling his thumbs all while looking nervously around the room.

It was unnerving to see this normally confidant, slightly cocky man looking so unsure of himself.

I asked him again why he asked to see me.

My curiosity was killing me.

There had to be a reason that he was so fidgety.

Granted, I knew it had something to do with his amnesia, but I needed him to tell me what exactly was bothering him so intensely.

~Bones~

When I shut the door to Sweets' office I had never before been so apprehensive.

I never put much faith in psychology as it is a soft science, but I figured it never hurt and Booth was convinced that Sweets may help him.

Angela had pointed out once when I said that psychology was a soft science that people are mostly soft.

I was willing to do anything if it would help Booth regain his memory.

I was beginning to realize that Booth and I needed to have a serious conversation about that infuriating line once his memory was back.

Watching his head cut open on that table was the hardest thing I ever had to watch.

Realizing that there was a possibility that he wasn't going to wake up if something went wrong during the surgery, and then realizing that I was going to watch it happen if it did.............. scared me more than I could ever hope to rationalize.

I never realized until that moment how much I loved him.

I never realized until that moment how much I wanted to eradicate that infernal line.

As much as he infuriated me when we first became partners, I have come to love being in his presence.

When he and his friend from Homeland Security stopped me on my way home from Guatemala, I had never been more annoyed with a single person...........ever.

I had been perfectly serious about yelling kidnap out of the window too.

Overtime, however, he had grown on me.

I started to find the little things he did for me endearing, rather than aggravating.

His nickname for me, Bones, was no longer an irritant.

I now knew it to be a term of endearment.

Other than Parker, no one else was allow to call me that.

I also knew that when he called me Temperance he was being serious or extra caring.

What was I going to do if his memory didn't return?

What was I going to do without this man that I looked forward to seeing and talking to every day?

What was I going to do without his guy hugs whenever I became scared or sad?

This car of thought was starting to scare me.

(Car of thought didn't sound right. I knew it was a mode of transportation. Was it boat, bus, ship, plane, train? I knew it was one of those. This is another reason I needed my Booth back. He would have told me the correct one.)

~Booth~

As I sat there trying to make my thoughts understandable, I forced myself to take a deep breath.

I heard the kid ask me for a second time what I wanted to talk to him about.

Ok....here goes nothing...

"I want to talk to you about what I dreamt about while I was in a coma."

Sweets leaned forward almost imperceptibly even though I caught it. Choosing to ignore just how eager he looked, I took a deep breath and just started talking.

"Ok. I'm going to start at the first point in the dream I remember. Dr. Brennan and I owned a nightclub called The Lab. All of the people that have apparently been in my life in one way or another over the past five years were in the dream. Wait that's not the beginning. The dream started with Dr. Brennan coming into a bedroom......our bedroom. She had just gotten off of work, and I was asleep. She woke me up and we........well you know..... She was my wife. I called her Bren. Then Cam and my brother Jared knocked on the door because there had been a murder at our club. Cam was a cop and Jared was her partner. When we got to the club, they took us to the victim to see if we recognized him. Neither of us did and the narrator of my dream said that I had been in the army and had seen too many bodies and she had never seen any. We went out to the main floor where our staff was waiting. Zach was Dr. Brennan's were a brother Jared was a cop like I said, but he also wanted to be with my wife. Dr. Hodgins was an author. Angela was the hostess. Ms. Wick was the coat check girl. Wendell was security. Mr. Nigel-Murray was the d.j./sound person. Mr. Fisher was a cook. Dr. Brennan's dad Max was a corrupt politician also known as the Grave Digger. Caroline was the club's lawyer. Mr. Edison was a local rapper with gang ties because of his brother. Mr. Edison's brother was a large black man that I didn't recognize but I believe at some point someone called him Birembau. You had a band and Montley Crue performed Dr. Feelgood. I'm getting slightly out of order here but our club staff solved the murder. My brother killed the man because he was going to kill my wife. Jared pretended like he thought I had murdered the victim. Cam thought I had done it. Our staff thought that I may have done it too. Shortly before I woke up, Dr. Brennan sat on my lap in her office and told me that we couldn't have the glass of wine that we had drank every night since we had gotten married. I explained that sharing one glass with her husband every night didn't make her an alcoholic. She told me she was pregnant. I woke up shortly there after. I realized very quickly that while Dr. Brennan was obviously someone very important to me, she was not my wife. I had no idea who she was to me. They have filled me in now as to my history of the last five years. I have met almost all of the people who were in my kid. Now it's your turn. Why did I dream about all of these people in these roles?"

As I stopped to breathe. I looked at Sweets and saw that he was smiling slightly.

Oh that makes me nervous.

~Sweets~

As I sat there listening to Agent Booth telling me about his coma-induced dream, I realized that this dream was very revealing.

It didn't escape my knowledge that even though it didn't actually happen and Agent Booth was aware of that he still didn't want to talk about the fact that he had had sex with Dr. Brennan.

"How we cast people in dreams means a great deal. The roles your subconscious assigned each of us is very telling of how you view each person. We'll start with your brother. He was still in the brotherly role in your dream. However, he also still had a thing for who you cast as the most important role in your dream, your wife.

In reality Jared has expressed an interest in Dr. Brennan and this is your subconscious's way of dealing with that fact. You see Dr. Saroyan as an authority figure and one that you respect. It is not surprising the way you cast anyone knows all and sees all. She is sort of the Jeffersonian's version of Yoda. This is the same way a hostess in a hot club would be. Ms. Wick being cast as a coat check girl simply means that while you acknowledge her existence you don't see her as being too relavent to the day to day needs of the Jeffersonian. As an author, Dr. Hodgins' conspiracy theories would be validated, but also have there proper place. Birembau is Angela's ex-husband. I am curious as to why he was cast, but as a minor player, its not too important. It is interesting that you saw Max, Dr. Brennan's father as being a corrupt politician. We'll delve into that further at some point. To you Zach will always be Dr. Brennan's assistant so that is how you cast him. Mr. Fisher's, Mr Nigel-Murray's, and Wendell's roles aren't too shocking either. Small but necessary roles. You also see Wendell as the more ordinary of the trio so you gave him the more manly job. Before I get to how you see Dr. Brennan, out of curiosity were you the narrator or was someone else telling the story?"

I listened intently as Agent Booth told me that Dr. Hodgins was the narrator.

"Well, that gives a whole new meaning to how you see Dr. Hodgins. You obviously feel that he is someone you can trust and who's opinion is welcomed. You consider him a close friend. Now how you cast Dr. Brennan is the most telling of all. Are you sure that you want to know what that means?"

As I watched Agent Booth just slowly nodded his head. I took a deep breath and prepared to tell my rather intimidating patient what it meant. I only hope that I wouldn't regret it later.