WARNING: Tissue Alert!! You may need more than one box of tissue!! Disclaimer: When you wish upon a star makes no difference who you are anything your heart desires will come to you. I guess I'm just not wishing enough because I still don't own Bones or any of the things that go with it.

Chapter 12 Memory

It was deep in the night. How many times had she sat here? Well maybe not in this exact chair but many like it? How many nights had she waited just like this in their 55 years together? More than she would like to count. She had been here for his gun shots, his brain tumor, when he had been blown up, and the various illnesses that seem to plagued him as he got older. Now here she was waiting once again. It was the waiting that was the hardest, not the actual event. As they had grown older he had tried to prepare her for surviving without him. Sometimes it was hard to realize they had aged. She still felt so young. Even with his gray hair and his 90 years he still seemed so vital to her. It was times like this she was forced to accept he could not keep his promise to stay with her forever.

As she lay with her head on his hand she began to remember back, when did I fall in love, when did it being? Where is the memory and the power of his first kiss that caused such a blinding flash? Why can't I remember that first one? How did my respect become affection which turned into need? Is it important I remember when I fell in love with him as long as I love him now? Has my love been enough for him? I knew he wanted more children, I didn't and we never did, was I wrong? I know his answer to that has always been, and always would be, "Bones I always want whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy." He gave up so much. Did I give up enough? I love him so much I just one more time to say it. I guess he didn't do such a good job of preparing me for his death. I'll always need that one last time to say good bye. She felt his hand begin to stir under hers and looked up. His eyes were fluttering open.

She got up immediately, he always panicked when he was intubated and couldn't talk to her. "Hey baby you're ok. I'm right here. Now you're awake I'll get the Doctor to get that tube out ok?" He still looked pale but she would still get her one last time… this time. She got up and kissed him "Booth I love you so much, more than I can ever say or show you."

As she turned to leave he pulled her hand back to him and she saw the tears in his eyes. She leaned down to kiss his cheek and give him as good a hug as she could around the equipment. "I love you too." She started to leave when the monitors went off…

He had given her one last time before he left her. Those many years ago when his death had been faked, he had promised her the next time he died he would tell her. He had kept what had become his most important promise to her. He had told her.

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Inspired by - "When Did I Fall In Love" From The Broadway Play Fiorello – Written by Sheldon Harneck and Jerry Bock

I have always promised myself I woukld not do a story like this, but I have wanted to write a short story where she remembers back on their life together. This particular song was a great inspiration for that idea.

Very short but I hope you like it anyway and I have another chapter to post too so you get a 2fer.

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