An: Nothing like a snow day to have you writing at 1:38 in the morning. :) Oh well, this was short and easy to write...but there is some underlying irony in the text that will be known in later chapters. It's kind of sad when I think about this...because truthfully, I will be able to wrap this story up in less than the next 20 chapters. :( Oh well, I'll have fun finishing this up, because I've had the perfect ending in my head for months, and some how I was able to remember it all this time. :)

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Her skin was cold as he held her hand tightly in his grip. He watched her chest rise and fall as the sound of her heart monitor kept a steady, constant beat. He had been sitting beside her for hours, and still the doctors had nothing to say. Her eyes were closed, and no matter how hard he prayed, or how much he coaxed her, he couldn't bring her back to him.

"Mr. Booth," the older doctor said, walking into the room with a clipboard held at his side. "Her results came in."

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice broken and pitiful from the large amount of tears that had fallen from his eyes. "Why won't she wake up."

"She's suffered internal bleeding, and her body has shut down into an unconscious state."

"Like a coma?"

"Sort of, but not really. She can still hear us perfectly fine, and her body will be more responsive to our treatments. More or less, she's just in a very deep sleep as her body tries to repair itself. There was only a slight bleeding from her stomach. The good thing is that her lungs and heart were untouched, the bad thing is that...we really can't do much. All we can do is monitor her, and wait for her to wake up."

"Thanks Doc," Booth smiled, nodding to the doctor before he sighed and brought his forehead to their joined hands. "I'm sorry Bones," he whispered, as his lips rose to touch against her knuckles. "I'm sorry I couldn't have gotten there sooner. I'm so, so sorry."

"Booth," Angela whispered, as she stepped into the room with tears streaking her face. "I...I..you called me, what happened?"

"Ange," Booth muttered, standing up and opening his arms to the heavily shaking beauty. "I...I was too late. Her foster father, he did this...and I didn't get there quick enough to stop him from putting her here."

"What did the doctor say?" she asked, squeezing him reassuringly, before she moved her hand to rest on her best friend's arm. "Is she going to be alright?"

"We have to wait for her," he muttered, sitting down once again and scrubbing his hands over her face. "She's unconsciousness because she suffered some internal bleeding. The doctor said it wasn't a lot, and it was only a small cut in her stomach, but it was enough for her body to shut down. They can't do anything other than feed her some very, very weak medicine, and hope for the best."

"Well, she's strong," Ange sniffled, squeezing Temperance's hand lightly. "I know you'll make it through this sweetie...and then once you're better, Booth and I will tag team against the bastard who did this to you."

"Oh, I'm already on that," Booth laughed, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss to his lover's arm. "He's been arrested. I'm sure one of the cops will be dropping by sometime tomorrow to talk to me, and I recorded what I heard over the phone of this happening."

"Do you think the police would let me back into the cells so I could personally claw his eyes out?"

"I doubt it Angela," he chuckled, shaking his head and looking up at her. "But, I'm sure everyone would appreciate the gesture."

"What about Selene? Where is she?"

"She was called in for questioning. She'll be coming here afterwards. She's shaken up about all this, but...I'm glad that she cares about Bones more than the pathetic, sick fuck she calls her husband."

"Hmm, Tempe's going to go insane," Angela laughed, moving to Temperance's other side, and sitting down with her fingers lacing between her own. "My poor sweetie, stuck here to deal with both of us riled up enough to start a riot big enough to tear down the U.S. government."

"And...speaking from her point of view," Booth whispered, a smile on his face as he reached out to softly stroke her cheek. "She would say that that would be highly unlikely, and that it would take a whole lot more than just a single riot to tear down a government as stable as ours."

"You need to wake up sweetie," she whispered, squeezing her friend's hand. "Even though your scientific jibber jabber gives me headaches at times...I can't seem to picture my days without it. I'm smarter when your around...and I need that boost if I'm going to get anywhere."

"Seeley," Selene whispered as she rushed into her foster daughter's hospital room and moved into the embrace that the young man extended to her. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I should have seen this before...with Dan, he's always had a mean streak-"

"You know what?" Booth asked, moving backwards and settling his hands on the shoulder of the flustered woman. "Let's not talk about him around her. She can hear us, very well, and I'm sure she wouldn't be happy having to hear about him all the time. Let's just work on trying to get her to come back to us...alright? All that matters is that you're here, and he's in jail."

"You're right," she whispered, turning to Angela and hugging her as well. "We're all here...and truthfully, she's better off than I thought she would be. Now, the only dilemma is...how long do you think it will be before one of the nurses comes by and kicks us out for the night?"

"That doesn't matter," Booth assured, reaching out and brushing his fingers through his girlfriend's hair. "If that happens, we'll go out very loudly, and with security guard escorts."

~*~*B+B*~*~

But, eventually, the night grew longer, and Angela and Selene decided that if one person was to stay with her, that person would be Booth. They promised to return the next day, and Angela swore that she would tell Principal Taylor about what happened at school. The room felt empty once they left, and the sound of her heart monitor made him feel sick compared to the actual sound of his ear against her chest. He loved listening to her heart beating, but he hated the sound of the monotone beeping. That beeping was the only thing that let him know that she was alive...that she was breathing, that somewhere deep inside, she was still there. One change in that traditional beeping then the nurses would swarm, and the troubles would begin. Yeah...he hated that beeping, but he hated that she was here in the first place even more.

"Come on Bones," he whispered, shattering the silence that had become suffocating around him. "I'm barely holding it together for you babe. I'm trying my hardest not to just...scream, and cry, and shatter ever single breakable object in this room. I hate seeing you lying here...weak and vulnerable. I need my kick ass girl back. I need to see the shimmer in your eyes, and the smile on your lips...especially when I whisper to you how beautiful I think you are. I know you love that more than anything, because I know that...even all this time later, you still think that that's not true. But...for once in your life Bones, you're wrong. You're amazing in every single way. You're intelligent, you're beautiful, you're intriguing and captivating, and no matter what we are doing...you always keep me guessing. I never thought that I could ever find someone like you, but I thank God every single day that I have. You're the most amazing person I have ever had the chance to know...and I love you with every single fiber of my being. That's why I need you to come back to me sweetie," he finished on a whimper, his throat constricting painfully against the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Please," he gasped, sniffling when his tears made their appearance, and dropped from his eyes to her arm. "Baby, please...just...come back to me. I need you here with me. I don't know what I would do without you Bones, and there is no way in hell that I'm going to lose you. You know I will fight for you...but this is one of those times where you have to fight for yourself, and all I can do is coach you from the sidelines. I'm begging you Bones...just, run towards me...come towards me...open your eyes and know that...you'll be safe. You're with me to stay now Bones. There is no one here that can hurt you anymore. When you open your eyes, you'll be opening them up to happiness...and most likely suffocating hugs."

He chuckled softly, and reached up to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek. He brought her hand to his lips and moved forward enough to press a kiss to her forehead. "Get better Bones. I'll be right here, when you open up those baby blue eyes."