Notes-So this is dedicated to a real cool person. It's her birthday today, and I hope that this year is just epic for her. I look up to her a lot and hope that she knows that. Katrina, this ones for you.

Episode-Sadly, AU.

It was noon. She knew this because she kept glancing at the clock on her table, then glancing back to the door in front of her. Too long had been spent in this room, fretting in this dress, waiting and waiting and waiting.

"Can't I just see you?" She'd begged Angela. "Just once before…"

"No, sweetie. You know how I feel about this."

So instead of being with Angela, she was here alone.

That didn't last long. The sound of the door being opened alerted her and she shifted her gaze to see Booth walking in, a small smile on his face.

"You look great, Bones! Congrats!"

She showed a small smile and nodded.

"I'm happy you came. I know it must be hard-"

"No! Really, Bones. You look beautiful,"

They sat in silence after that, total silence, unsure of what to say to the other.

"You'll be great, Bones. I promise."

He was always good at reading her. Even if she had never returned his feelings.

Patting her on the knee, he sat up and walked out of the room, casting her a small smile before leaving. Silence once more. More time to think. Remember.

"I've come to the conclusion that it might be wise if we…Well…" It had been more silent then.

"Yes?"

"Ange, I…"

The knock on the door once more brought her from her musings, and she stood up suddenly when she realized it was her father standing in the doorway.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?"

She only hesitated a moment.

"Yes…Of course…"

She linked her arm through his and walked once more in silence.

"I love you. And I don't want to lose you. I…I've been too close to losing you,"

They walked slowly outside, to where a crowd sat, and just as suddenly as the fleeting doubt had entered, it sprinted away. Because Ange had gotten there first. She'd known this would happen. They had rehearsed it a thousand times. At least, in their heads. Once in real life and thousands upon thousands of times in their heads.

"Sweetie, are you asking…"

"Yes. Please. I love you,"

She had asked Angela countless times why either of them would wear white. After all, everyone knew that neither of them were virgins. They couldn't even lie to each other.

"Because, sweetie, people do that. It'll look beautiful,"

And she did.

There was no other way to describe her. Brennan could easily describe how the dress fit her, how it clung to her, how whenever she would move from foot to foot, it would sway gently. It was not these things that captured her attention, however. In fact, the dress gained little more than a half hearted look. The makeup which had been so carefully applied only hours ago barely registered.

She was not beautiful because of these things. It was the look in her eyes when she saw Brennan, the way that they lit up and a smile much brighter than before came on. That was what was beautiful. She didn't care about the dress or the makeup. In many years, they'd be forgotten. But not that smile. Not that joy. These things, she decided, would never be forgotten.

She didn't remember meeting Angela at the front. She knew, however, that she did not rush or run, because no one in the crowd gave them a strange look. She'd simply been…Captured.

And it was this that held her throughout the ceremony. Until they kissed and briefly drew apart.

"You're beautiful, Bren,"

The sound was wonderful to her ears.

Bren, sweetie, wake up,

"You too, Angela…"

Please, please, please wake up,

Slowly, she drew away. Confusion lurked in Brennan.

"Where are you going?"

Sweetie, please,

"I'll be back, Bren,"

"No wait! Come back now! Please!"

The scene slowly faded.

Please!

Gasping for air, Brennan awoke.

At first, mere confusion clung onto her as she stared ahead, and finally she tilted her head towards the sound of the voice.

"You're okay!" the voice cried, launching its self onto Brennan. She grunted and tried to make sense of it all, until she realized exactly who it was.

"Ange…"

"Yes, sweetie…I was so worried!"

She'd thought she'd been shaking because of the shock of the dream, but it seemed as though that wasn't the case. She hadn't stopped. Doubt and sadness crept into her mind.

Was it all just a dream?

"Wha…What happened?"

Angela crawled over next to her, stroking her head lightly. It was only then that Brennan noticed the pain in it.

"You fell from a ladder, sweetie…Trying to get into a tree for a picture together...We're in Hawii. You have a concussion. I wasn't supposed to let you sleep…I had to leave for a second a little while ago and I…I thought…"

"That dream was so real," she let out, suddenly clutching her aching head. Angela hesitated and placed a kiss on it before laying her hand on Brennan's chest, and the other on her head.

"What dream, sweetie?"

"We were…Married…" she let out, not sure exactly how the girl would take it. Angela's eyes softened and she smiled, getting closer.

"Were we?"

"Yes…It must have been the head injury,"

They were silent for a long time before Angela sighed.

"Well, I hope not,"

Brennan looked up in confusion. Just then, Angela reached across to a dresser and grabbed her hand, holding it out and slowly putting something on her finger.

In the dark, Brennan squinted at it until she figured out exactly what it was.

"No…"

"Yeah," Angela whispered, holding her hand tightly.

"So we really…"

"Yeah," Angela whispered. "Happy Honeymoon, sweetie,"