Sorry for the delay. I've been ill and the muse was suffering as well but things are looking up. I'm glad you all seemed to like the last chapter. It should all be wrapped up within the next few chapters now. Enjoy!

Booth walked out of Brennan's office quickly in search of her. What just happened? Why did she walk away from him? He spotted her on the platform.

'Hey Bones, what's wrong?' his voice raised slightly in annoyance. She was a real puzzle and he just couldn't figure her out.

'Booth I'm busy...and don't come any further or you'll set the alarm off.' She too showed signs of irritation but it seemed to be directed at herself more than him.

'Bones just talk to me.' Booth implored. His eyes searching for hers. She tensed and sighed before turning to face him slowly. The tension was tangible and all the other squints had stopped working to witness the exchange between the two partners.

'Maybe you shouldn't call me Bones until you've remembered everything. It's less...confusing.' She said it quietly almost as if she wasn't sure she wanted to voice that opinion. Booth's eyebrows shot up in shock and then came back down into a frown, 'Fine.' He said curtly and started walking towards the exit.

'Where are you going?' She called after him loudly with the worry evident in her voice.

'For a walk. I'll see you later.' He didn't even turn round. He wasn't going to stop for anyone. He needed to get some fresh air and to think. There must be some way to force his brain to remember; anything to take away the whirlwind of conflicting emotions going on inside him. If he could just remember the missing piece and remember what they had, he just might be able to make the right decision on whether or not to pursue this. He could feel their connection but he also kept replaying the kiss in his mind. The way she let him kiss her but then took control by grabbing his jacket to get them to mould together. 'Enough!' he told himself firmly and pushed himself to walk faster. Where he was going, he had no idea, his feet were in charge. He stopped when he got to the cemetery. 'Why am I here?' thought Booth with a confused expression on his face. He shrugged and decided to walk in. He subconsciously navigated through the rows of grave stones with no clue as to what invisible force was drawing him towards a stone at the end towards the trees. When he got there, Booth looked down and read, 'Edward 'Teddy' Parker'. Tears sprung to his eyes as the memory of his comrade came rushing back.

'I'm sorry Teddy.' Booth spoke quietly as he knelt down in front of the grave stone. He stared at it for a few moments before squeezing his eyes shut. He was transported back to Teddy's last night alive. Booth carried him for over a mile, his lungs burning with the effort, but nothing could have saved him. A stray tear fell from Booth's eyes as the painful memory fully came into view in his mind.

Then something strange happened. The memory shifted to a dark place. Booth's breathing accelerated as he recalled the feeling of being trapped. 'Where was he?' He thought to himself. Then Teddy came into view. 'Whoa, it must be some sort of dream.'

Booth saw himself trying to force the doors and Teddy was standing behind him making smart ass comments. 'No this couldn't be real. Teddy died years before on a battlefield.' Booth shook his head as if trying and clear his head of these inaccurate images.

Then he caught sight of the bomb. His brain fast forwarded until the first explosion when Booth ended up on the deck of a navy ship. 'What was I on?' Booth was very confused now, but new raw emotions came to the surface when he saw the injuries Teddy had sustained in the blast, and just like when he really died, Booth was trying to carry him to safety; and just like the last time it was too late. 'Why was his mind doing this to him?' Booth's tears were free flowing now. He couldn't cope with reliving this any longer. Just as he was about to open his eyes a new image came into view. Bones in a chopper imploring him to get on board. He had to run. He didn't have time to pick up Teddy before the rest of the ship blew. 'Teddy or Bones?' It took a nano second for Booth to make his choice and ran straight for the open door of the Apache and into her arms. She held on so tightly that he thought she was going to cause him to pass out, but he was holding her just as firmly. Some words echoed in his ear but he couldn't quite hear them, 'What? What is it?' Then as clear as a bell, 'Maybe that's why I'm hear. To get you to tell someone you love them.' It rang in his ears a few times. Booth stood up suddenly from his kneeling position and opened his eyes. He barely had a moment to process the meaning of those words before his brain went into overdrive and filled in every plausible gap that remained in his mind: the squints, all their cases, Parker, Max Keenan and Russ, but most of all her. He remembered every little smile, every time they bickered, all their 'guy hugs', the line, his death. He cringed when he got that far. Was that really why she was hiding from him? He didn't remember the line. She could have got him to fall in love with her all over again and he wouldn't have questioned it once.

The final piece to fall into place was their baby conversation. How he'd pleaded with her to let him be involved and then in his hospital bed before the operation when she'd told him that it didn't matter but that he wanted her to use his 'stuff' if he died. He smiled at this. The fear in her eyes told him then all he ever needed to know. She did love him and his emotional plea earlier in the day was enough to make her question the way this baby was going to be made.

'Thanks Teddy.' Said Booth aloud before walking briskly back to the lab. He had a bone to pick with Bones.

Well that's all for now. A shorter one I know but I felt that it didn't need to be dragged out too much. What are your thoughts? R&R