Chapter 12

Brennan sat up in bed abruptly, eyebrows drawn, comforter tightly clutched to her chest.

What the hell was Booth doing in her bed? She wondered to herself in confusion.

"Booth…" she chuckled nervously

"What…what are you doing in my bed?" she stammered

Booth didn't respond, his eyes were wide, "Bones? Bones is that…is that you?"

Then he did the strangest thing, he scrambled out of bed, knelt beside it and appeared to pray of all things. Brennan was completely bewildered as to his actions.

Was this some adverse reaction or rare phenomenon side effect of his brain surgery?

Reaching behind her, she snagged the bath towel she'd discarded before bed, encased herself in it, and hurried to his side.

"Booth, why are you praying? What are you doing?" she crouched beside him, her eyes imploring, as she turned his shoulders to force her to look her in the eyes. His eyes, they were tear filled, and there was some other emotion there, but she didn't know what it was.

"Bones…I…prayed, and God brought you back. Wait, unless this is another coma? No that wouldn't make sense either." He stood, and began to pace her bedroom. He wore a pair of faded navy blue FBI sweat pants, and was barefoot.

"Booth, God had nothing to do with my return. I told you before I left I'd be back after I was done with my work." She soothed him, growing concerned at his obvious confusion.

"No, you were gone, and now you're here" abruptly, he hurried to her, and pulled her into his arms, holding her close, his face in her hair.

Alarmed, Brennan stiffened, but didn't pull away; she enjoyed the way his arms felt around her. Suddenly, the fact that she was wearing nothing but a towel, and he bare chested hit her. She cleared her throat, and shifted slightly, waiting for him to release her.

For a moment, he didn't let go, and she thought she heard a sob. He sniffed and pulled back, gazing at her with such intensity; she thought he might kiss her. More startling though, was the fact she wanted him to.

"Booth, what's going on with you? You're starting to worry me, maybe we should take you back to the hospital for more tests" she said as she gently pulled away from him. She crossed her arms over her towel-clad frame.

He let her out of his arms, reluctantly. Booth's FBI trained mind started to kick back in. Rational thoughts returned.

Booth looked around the room. It was exactly the way it was before he went to sleep. This wasn't a dream, coma or otherwise.

He wanted to believe it was a miracle, but God didn't do those often, and God for sure didn't bring people back from the dead.

Frowning, lowering himself on to the bed, he looked at her.

"Bones, let me explain what I'm going through here" he began

"Well, let me at least put on a robe. Hang on a second" she said, and disappeared into her closet.

Moments later, she emerged, encased in what looked to be a thick, terrycloth robe.

She sat down next to him on the bed.

"Okay, you know I went to the Easter Islands…." She prompted, placing her hand on his arm reassuringly.

"Right, and the day you were due back, I went to your office, to wait there, you know, because when you come back from your things you do, you always go to the office first, and I waited, and finally Angela came and told me that you were not on your flight-"

"Booth, that's because-" she began, but he interrupted her

"No, just listen, let me talk Bones. Then Cam calls me, alright, and told me your helicopter went down, and…" he broke off, looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep his tears at bay. After a moment, he looked back at her, just reminding himself she was still there.

He hadn't awoken yet if it were a dream.

"Helicopter went down? What?" she asked, leaning towards him earnestly, "Booth, tell me about the helicopter!"

Surprised at her outburst, he told her about how the craft she'd been in went down, and that all that was found was her cellular phone.

"Oh no…." he heard her say, as she pulled away from him, and cradled her head in her hands.

He looked at her, surprised.

"Bones?"

"Booth, I'm so sorry for what you had to go through-oh God, Angela, my father! They must be devastated, we've got to tell them!" she burst out, standing.

"Wait Bones, just wait. Tell me the rest" he insisted, pulling her back down beside him.

He needed to feel her close.

For just a little while longer.

"Well, there was this villager, she and her daughter were escaping an abusive husband, and I gave her my cell phone and the rest of my cash, so that she could take my place on the transport, and start a new life with her sister. I didn't know that the helicopter went down Booth, I didn't know they died!" she said, her voice hurried, yet trembling.

"Its all my fault. I should never have interfered Booth" Brennan said softly.

"No, if you wouldn't have done that you'd be gone, dead Bones. You're here with me. Now. Now is what is important Bones"

With that said, he threw caution to the wind, because caution got him no where with her before. He had a taste of what it would be like never knowing what he wanted all this time.

He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in, and kissed her deeply, passionately. As he kissed her and pulled her close, he noted that she didn't struggle, or pull away, if anything, she matched his desire perfectly.

End this chapter