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That evening was spent in silence. Brennan made a salad for Booth and herself even though neither of them were hungry. She also made him a peanut butter sandwich because she knew that was what he liked to eat when he was feeling sad. He had told her in the past that peanut butter made him happy. After they ate, Booth dried the few dishes that they had used after she washed them, but he didn't put any of them away. His excuse was chilling, he said he didn't know where they belonged. Aware that he was upsetting Brennan, he walked out of the kitchen and went back into the living room. He spent some time looking at the knick knacks on the tables and the pictures on the wall, but try as he could, he couldn't remember ever seeing any of them before.

From the safety of the kitchen doorway, Brennan watched him inspect the odds and ends in the living room and grew more concerned as time progressed.

Eventually, Brennan grew tired and asked her husband if he was ready to go to bed. Tired, he knew that he would have to sleep sometime. Nodding his head, he quietly followed her into the bedroom. Once in the room and he saw the Queen size bed, Booth realized that he had a serious problem. Brennan may say she was his wife, but he knew she wasn't. He'd had fantasies in the past about what it would be like to be with Brennan, in bed and making love, but this wasn't a fantasy. No matter what everyone said, he wasn't married to her. Hell he wasn't even dating her. They were partners and best friends. That's all they'd ever been.

Once Brennan walked into the bathroom, Booth took the opportunity to remove his shoes, socks and shirt and quickly lay on the bed. NOt sure how this was going to go, he lay on his side facing away from the bathroom and as close to the edge as he could manage and not fall off. What should have been a fantasy come true seemed like a nightmare to him. He wasn't married to her. He loved her, but as his best friend not as a lover. He couldn't take advantage of the situation. He couldn't take advantage of her. It wasn't who he is.

Leaving the bathroom in a nightshirt, Brennan saw that Booth was lying on his side, wearing his jeans. "Why aren't you wearing your boxers to bed, Booth? You can't be very comfortable lying there in jeans."

"I'm fine." Booth quickly thought of an excuse. "I'm just cold that's all. Don't worry about it."

Booth's behavior bizzare to her, Brennan tried to be patient. "If you're cold, I can get you a blanket, Booth. Would you like me to get a pair of shorts for you? You don't have to sleep in your underwear."

Shaking his head, Booth didn't look at her or consider her request. "No, I'm fine."

Unable to help him, Brennan lay in bed near Booth and saw the muscles in his back tense up. Not knowing what else to say or do, she turned on her side, away from Booth and looked at the bathroom door. After awhile, she started to weep. She rarely cried, but she was so worried about Booth that she couldn't help it. She didn't know what to do to help him. He was Booth, but, he wasn't her Booth and she was afraid he never would be again.

Her crying like a knife to his chest, Booth felt a wave of sadness wash through him. Thinking about how much he loved her as a friend, Booth rolled over and looked at Brennan's back. "Why are you crying? I didn't mean to upset you. If you'll give me a pair of shorts, I'll change into them if you want me to . . . I'm trying to . . . I . . ."

It's not about the shorts, Booth." Brennan continued to cry in misery.

Slowly nodding his head, Booth understood that he was causing her pain. "I know . . . I don't know what to say. I'm trying . . . I really am . . . I know you, Bones, you're my best friend. I would never do anything to hurt you, but I don't know where I am . . . I don't know who I'm supposed to be. I promise you that I'll try to get better, but I can't promise that I'll ever remember what you want me to remember . . . I know I'm not making any sense . . . Am I?"

Turning to face Booth, Brennan wiped her eyes with the neckline of her shirt. "Booth, I know you've been through a lot. I'm just afraid that you're going to leave me. If you don't remember that we're married then maybe you don't remember being in love with me."

Appalled at her logic, Booth reached out and touched her arm. "No, Bones . . . no. I told you a long time ago that I would never desert you. I won't leave you. I just need to re-learn who I am . . . I just need time . . . not space just time." Moving his hand, he touched her face. "I will never do anything to hurt you. You know that don't you?"

Her tears stopped, Brennan tried to smile. "I know Booth . . . I just needed to hear you say it."

Moving so that he was now laying on his back, Booth looked up at the ceiling. Silently, he thought about his situation. "She's Bones, but she isn't. People think Bones doesn't have any feelings, but they're wrong. She does. She just hides her feelings so well, it takes a lot to make her show them."

Trying to reassure Brennan, Booth spoke up. "Bones, you can count on me. I want you to know that . . . I'm not like the others. I won't ever leave you. You can count on me."

Suddenly optimistic, Brennan looked at Booth and dared to hope that they had a future together. "Thank you, Booth. I love you. Let's give it a few days. Maybe your memory will come back and we're just worrying over nothing."

Turning his head towards Brennan, Booth sighed. "Sure . . . There isn't anything to worry about. I'll be fine."

Closing his eyes, Booth lay quietly. It seemed like he wasn't going to say anything else, but Brennan continued to watch him until eventually her eyes grew heavy and she went to sleep.

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