Thank you if you read or reviewed this last chapter. Well, I have to say something... With my last FanFiction, I felt like I rushed the characters into things and made everything too easy. I'm a Booth and Brennan shipper. However, I don't want the story to be easy. I want the story to be the way that my cowriter and I planned it. So, just know that things will be tricky for a while... I'm not going to change my story and want to have nothing to do with it, again. I'm going to stick to the outline. Well, I'm done rambling... Just wanted to let people know... I don't own anything Bones!


Angela's jaw dropped. Booth was apparently married, and Brennan was not in their room. Could it really be? Finding herself suddenly able to speak, Angela stuttered, "Y-You're? You're married? Who to?"

At that moment, Brennan walked up to the room.

"To Brennan?"

"To me, what?"

"Married?"

Brennan looked scared, blushed, and stuttered, "N-No. What would make you think we got married?"

Angela responded, "Well you're obviously in love with eachother." Brennans brow sank,and she gave Angela the gesture to continue, after sending quite a glare her way. "But, besides that, Booth just got married."

"To whom?"

Booth finally chimed in, "Joy! I married Joy!" Booth stumbled up to the two women and put his arms around them,"I love you guys!" Booth put his drunken finger on Brennan's nose, "Especially you." Angela smiled widely, and Brennans brow sank again.

"You're drunk, Booth." She took one of Booths arms,"I'll take you back to your room."

They walked down the hall to the elevator. Brennan was silent, and Booth was laughing during the ride. They reached his floor, and soon his door.

Brennan, brow still furrowed, quietly said goonight. "Thanks, Bones." He kissed her on the cheek, and, with that, went into his room.

Brennan rewalked her path back to the elevator, with her brow furrowed. She was worried about Booth's temporary state. He usually didn't get drunk; when he did, not much happened. But now, now he got married, something a sober Booth would have not entered into so casually. She could just imagine what he would think in the morning. She suppresed these thoughts, just as the elevator binged. She then walked back to her and Angela's room, and, when she walked in, Brennan saw Angela, obviously wanting to talk.

Angela could not decide whether she should be happy or sad at the moment; Booth drunkingly said that he loved Brennan, but he got married to a woman that wasn't her. Deciding that Brennan, though going to deny that she was thinking the same thing, was probably thinking the same thing, which was most likely the source of her furrowed brow, she decided to go for the lighter topic, with an evil smile smeared across her face. "So, Brennan. Booth said he loved you." Angela giggled.

Brennan replied,"He was drunk, and he said basically the same thing to you. Besides, you tell a lot of people that you love them when you're drunk. You can't entirely trust what an intoxicated person says."

Angela laughed at how uncomfrotable she had made Brennan, and decided to just let Brennan back to sleep. She turned the lights off, and took one last jab. In a deeper voice, she repeated,"I love you guys. Especially you." Angela cackled, then bid Brennan a goodnight, just to have her head greeted by an airbourne pillow.


There were rosepedals lining the aisle of Booth's church, and the love of his life was walking down the aisle, to him. He didn't know how they had gotten to this point; even as she was walking down the aisle, especially then, everything was happening so fast. She finally finished her walk, and she was given away. The preacher starting reading, and Booth smiled at the woman across from him. They said their vows, and put the rings on eachother's ring fingers. The preacher said,"You may now kiss the bride." Booth lifted Brennan's veil, and admired her smile on her mouth and her eyes, and then he leaned in to kiss her. She, in his mind, set the kiss ablaze; the kiss caught fire just as fast her lips touched his . They broke apart quickly, not to Brennan's satisfaction; Booth had turned back to the aisle, and hacked up all that he physically could. He looked back to where Brennan was standing, and all their family and friends that had attended, just to see that they had all disappeared.


Booth shot up from where he was laying, suddenly sitting straight up in the bed. He could feel all the effects of a horrible hangover; he was sweating buckets. He started gagging, and ran to the bathroom as fast as he could. He puked his guts up, trying to remember what happened the night before. Not coming back to him at that moment, Booth decided that he would shower and then try and go to downstairs to get breakfast. He started walking to his hotel door, and put his wallet in his pocket. He heard a small thud, and looked to Joy to make sure she hadn't woken up; she was still sound asleep. He then looked at the source of the thud; a cheap wedding band was laying on the floor. At that moment, all Booth could think was, Oh shit!


Things are kinda crazy right now, but they'll work out... That was a kind of lame dream... Well...Thanks for reading... Feel free to review, no obligations, though... Well, have a good weekend... :) d-_-b

P.S. You'll figure out Booth's decision in one of the next few chapters; the one he was drinking about, if you haven't already gotten it... :)