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Don't own them, not a medical expert!!

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Two months, 20 days earlier

"Dr. Brennan, I really can't say for sure why there hasn't been any change. You've seen the MRI, and all the scans we've done. He should be getting something back." The doctor explained to her.

"Do you think the nerves didn't reconnect?" Angela asked.

"We know that they have connected successfully. It is evident in the reactions during testing. We've covered this all with you before. I suggest that you begin looking into rehabilitation facilities for him. Perhaps with a more strenuous program he would see better results. Our facilities here are not really geared toward the more practical aspects of what would be needed for long term care, and as his injury has been treated there is not much more we can provide. Please, I know that this is not what you would like to hear Dr. Brennan, but it really is in his best interests to get him into a better facility, one that can provide the necessary care for someone in his current situation." He spoke flatly.

"Are you suggesting that this is now a permanent situation? I was under the impression that once his body began to heal, he would begin to regain function." Brennan stated.

"Like we discussed, many of the patients I've seen with this type of injury have seen return. However there are those cases which do not. I would say that in time Agent Booth will encounter results, but until then there is nothing more that I can do." He said as he closed the file in front of him.

"I'll take that into consideration Doctor, thank you for your time once again." Brennan said before leaving his office.

"Sweetie, don't let what that doctor said get to you. Booth will get through this. You know him too well to think that he'd just throw in the towel Bren." Angela tried as they walked towards the elevator.

"He is right. We need to take Booth's best interests into consideration. As much as I want to think that being here is good for him, that he'll wake up one morning and be fine, that may not be the case. It very well may never be the case." Brennan said discouraged.

Despite her best efforts, calling in all the favors she had, with some of the worlds best doctors, all had said the same thing. His case was handled properly, his injury had healed well, but nothing is a guarantee. There was no concrete evidence to suggest that he'd ever fully recover. She knew in her mind that was truth, her heart though pulled at her every moment to think differently.

As they got closer to his room, Brennan stopped, standing stark still.

"Bren, are you okay?" Angela asked, turning to face her.

"I don't think I can go in there and tell him this. Angela..." Brennan started.

"He trusts you sweetie, he'll know that whatever your decision is, it's what's best for him." Angela said quietly.

For weeks he'd endured tests, being poked and prodded at the mercy of all these doctors and nurses. She'd watched from his bedside every time one of them had said the same as the last. She'd witnessed the way he would close himself off to everyone, even her. There came a point where she wanted to turn and run, escape from the pain she saw in his eyes, the anger in his voice. She'd been requested at two archaelogical sites, and both times she'd refused to leave him. Something inside her kept telling her to stay, and she did. Now though she didn't know how much more she could take. She willed herself to press on, to keep moving towards his room, Angela beside her. Getting to the doorway she could hear him talking to Hodgins about the Flyers, but there was a defeated tone to his voice now.

"Bones, what did they say." He said turning his head to the door where she stood.

"That everything is healed properly, your reflex tests all show that there is very minimal if any residual nerve damage." She spewed quickly watching his eyes grow darker.

"I'm done Bones. No more tests." He said blankly staring ahead.

"Okay Booth. There are some things we need to discuss before I leave today. Dr. Brack suggested a few rehabilitation hospitals, and it is time we consider it." She said moving closer to his bed.

Most of his muscle mass was gone now, she noted in the way his t-shirt fell around his body. He no longer looked like the healthy man she knew, he was pale, circles under his eyes. She was slowly coming to realize that the Booth she knew was disappearing right in front of her, both mentally and physically. He'd been putting up a good front, mostly. He had days where he yelled or screamed, mainly at her or Cam, or Rebecca. The worst had been a day Parker had been in, about a week ago. It wasn't like he didn't see his father hurt before, but this was different, in so many ways, and you could see the fear in his little eyes every time he entered the room. Booth had tried to reassure him many times that he was okay, that Parker could sit on the bed with him, or touch him, though the more he came to visit, the less he wanted too. Brennan wasn't in that day, but Rebecca had called her in tears, not knowing what else to do. Parker had asked him before leaving for a hug, and Booth snapped.

"I can't hug you little man, God damn it! Rebecca get him out of here, he shouldn't be here. He doesn't understand this." Booth had yelled, with Parker quickly running to his mother.

"Let's go Park. Seeley..." Rebecca said, picking up her crying child.

"Get out. GO!" he continued yelling at them.

"It's not his fault Seeley." Rebecca said before leaving with Parker still in her arms.

He didn't mean to scare his son she thought watching his face growing hard. Thinking back to the conversation she had with Rebecca about that night, she wanted to reach in and wrap her arms around him, wanted to comfort him. Parker had not come in since and neither had Rebecca and Brennan wondered at how he could go without seeing his son for so long. Parker was his world outside of the FBI, and now he had managed to push away the one person he loved more than anything. The one person who had been the light in the dark room for him. What she didn't realize was she too was a light in the room for him, even if at times he didn't act like it.

Finally after ten minutes of silence Angela and Hodgins said their goodbyes for the day and left Brennan alone in the room with him so they could talk.

"Bones, whatever you think is best is fine. We don't have to talk about it." He said to her.

"Booth, you are the one who has to go through it. Not me. I don't want you to hate being there anymore than you already would. I can read the pamphlets out loud for you and we'll decide together." She said pulling the pamphlets out of her bag.

Wondering if he was even listening to her as she finished the last one, he finally spoke.

"The second one Bones." was all he said.

"That was my choice as well." She agreed. "I'll call and we'll get you out of here."

"Then what Bones. What if I don't get better. I can't take care of my son, I can't even take care of myself. I'm so tired of pretending this is okay Bones. It isn't. I need more than just sitting up or lying down Bones. What am I going to do." He said his walls collapsing some.

"You will Booth. There is no scientific reason that you aren't going to get better, it's just going to take time." She said softly.

"Why do you still come here Bones? We aren't partners anymore..." he said.

"Yes we are. Just because you aren't out there with me in the field, doesn't mean that I don't look to you for advice, or that I don't think you worthy of my time." She said her face blushing.

"What kind of life does this leave you with though. When you aren't here with me you are at the lab, it's not fair to you." He said.

"It wouldn't be fair to you to not be here Booth. Partners stick together." She said, wanting to say so much more.

He didn't respond, just kept quiet. He could sense that there was more she wanted to say, but her rationale wouldn't let her. He wondered how much longer she would feel that way.