Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or "Before the Morning" by Josh Wilson.

Inspiration Quote: "Would dare you, would you dare, to believe, that you still have a reason to sing. 'Cause the pain you've been feeling, can't compare to the joy that's coming."

- "Before the Morning" by Josh Wilson

She cried endlessly. Hodgins didn't know what to do. She wouldn't speak to him at all. Only a few nods and shakes of the head would tell him what she needed. Food, water, basic things like those. He sat in the chair next to her bed and ran a stressed hand through his short curls.

"Ange, please speak to me." He begged again, for what seemed like the millionth time. She shook her head, her pulled back hair swinging slightly. Her tired eyes were accessorized with dark circles which made her all the more heartbreaking to look at. His wife, Angela Montenegro Hodgins, was in this devastated state after giving birth to their only child. He felt like an ultimate failure.

Hodgins rested his hand on her own and tried to sympathize with her. He knew why she was so upset. No, Michael isn't going to go blind. When they discovered that, he couldn't put into words how happy he was. The light, shocked feeling that coursed through his veins as he carried his child was incomprehensible, out of this world. Michael's naïve grin left him breathless and the hospital room had disappeared, leaving only his family to enjoy such a miracle.

His attention was diverted as Angela outstretched her arms and waved her fingers towards herself. Glad that she was somehow still responding, he beckoned the nurse to hand him over and gently held his baby before giving him to Angela. The love shining in her eyes was evident through her wet lashes but he could still sense her distress. She equipped a strained smile, looking at Michael adoringly. Her next words were no surprise.

"Why did it have to happen like this?" She touched the newborn's cheeks with slow strokes. The scene would look normal except for the critical sour notes staining her words.

He sighed and tried to conjure a means of comfort but came up short.

"Ange…I-"

"I love him, Hodgins. He means the world to me, I mean I just had a baby!" She laughed quietly, bordering on hysteria. It didn't fit her.

"I had my son, our son," She corrected, "today. It should be the best day of my life, right? Shouldn't it?" She looked at his eyes directly and the question suddenly seemed difficult to answer.

He contemplated it and almost hit himself for doing that. "Of course, Ange. It's the best day of our life. I know that right-"

"But it doesn't feel like it." Her voice hit high. "I mean, something like this should be celebrated around the ones you love. I-I always thought she'd be right here beside me…"

A wave of guilt and pity coursed his being but he determinedly restrained it from reaching his eyes.

She touched his button nose as thick tears glided on her cheeks.

"And then, to make things better," She started sarcastically, "Her soul mate is right next door unconscious along with Parker."

It was frightening to see and hear Angela use such a tone. It didn't fit with her usual sentimental personality. He was genuinely worried about her.

The events that took place today shook him to the core. Booth in an accident? His son kidnapped and then saved at a burning warehouse? Things were beyond bizarre and they boggled his astute brain. His heart still held, though, for himself and his family. 's untimely death was the root of all the misery, and it appears to be spreading too, he judged. His heart skittered as he recalled the funeral that had initiated all the pain.

He's a miracle. Miracle.

She blew a long breath and closed her eyes momentarily, "I'm just so…"

"I know." He smiled tentatively and moved closer, taking hold of her hand and delving into weary pools of coffee-swirled eyes. "But we'll get through it. Don't you know? None of them, not a single one, would want us suffering like this. We need to stay strong, they'll get through it." He gestured towards the walls with his eyes. "But please believe me when I say that no one should take away the happiness of bringing a new life into this world. Michael is all we need. I know we would want the same for them if situations were switched."

Angela drew an earnest smile timidly and her hold on their baby was more relaxed, softer.

She laughed freely and a wistful glimmer edged her eyes.

This is for you, sweetie. I hope you're happy wherever you are.

"I love you." She said as his arm wrapped around her. She leaned on him with exhaustion. The moment felt so peaceful, so she did what she could do, she savored it while it lasted.

"Hey, guys." Blonde curls and a fatigued smile met their gaze. "Sorry for interrupting, just came in to say they're both finally up." Hannah hesitated as silence greeted her.

Hodgins mustered a grin and nodded gratefully.

"Thanks. I'll go see how they're doing. I'll be back, okay?" His blue-eyes settled on Angela's and she grudgingly acknowledged his claim with a stiff nod of her head.

Walking out the delivery room and into the room next door, he shook his head profusely, a failed attempt to lure the stress in his shoulders and back away.

His mind temporarily strayed from the his wife and the blond as he prepared for the inexplicable events that would have to be discussed.

The delivery room was thick with tension as blond and brunette faced on another.

"You are quite a lucky boy, Parker." The doctor suggested as he checked Parker's condition thoroughly. Circle spectacles lay on the tip of his nose as he hummed consistently and wrote on his clipboard diligently. "Quite lucky, indeed."

Parker stayed quiet and fixed his stare on a white wall, the last image of engraved in his mind forever.

Booth rubbed his wrists anxiously as the doctor looked over his notes and flipped them gallingly.

"Can you tell me already?" It was more of a demand than a question, really.

"Just 1st degree burns. Very minor, to be honest. On his arms only, they'll heal quickly so there is no need to worry too much."

Booth breathed a sigh of relief and his hunched form sagged against the white bed. How? How? Nothing was making any sense. How and why did Parker get kidnapped to a burning warehouse? He was starting to get pissed off more than anything. They had no right, no right to do this. They was the question.

Her face twitched. Half of her body was unresponsive and it was impossible do decipher exactly what time it was, or what was going on. Hidden in the shadows, she breathed raggedly. No need to breathe, but it served as a good technique to lower her high stress levels in the back of her head. She hissed as a drop of water landed on her from the top of the distorted roof. The fire had been put out and ridden of. The actual pain she endured just to keep out of sight of the firefighters that searched the tattered building was excruciating. She wanted to cry so much from the movement of her pulled back lips.

A whip of force collided with the air and the next thing she knew, Derek was kneeling in front of her with wide green eyes.

"Tempe," He half groaned half cried as nervousness eclipsed his eyes. "Oh God."

In the reflective pupils of his eyes, she made a noise between a choke and a screech as she met her own image.

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