Author's Note: We still have a few fun peyote trance adventures before Brennan goes back to the real world. If you're reading, I hope you'll be kind enough to take a moment to post a review. Getting those notifications in my email is one of my favorite things. Anyway, to refresh your memory, we're supposed to be finding out what happens if Brennan doesn't leave...

INT. BOOTH'S BEDROOM - MORNING

Booth is asleep, alone, in bed. He opens his eyes with a
smile on his face which quickly turns to a frown when he
realizes Brennan is gone.

He sighs, but sits up, putting his feet on the floor. He rubs
his face, but some clanging from another room catches his
attention.

Standing, dressed just in boxers, he quickly moves to his
closet. He reaches in and pulls out a hockey stick.

We follow him out his bedroom door and into the hall. He
holds the stick up like a baseball bat, ready to swing. He
turns off into the kitchen and finds... Brennan as she stands
in the kitchen, looking startled.

She's also wearing a hockey jersey. Just a hockey jersey. It
has a bear in a hockey helmet. On the back is the number 1
under Booth's name. She, of course, looks adorable.

BRENNAN
Booth! It's just me.

BOOTH
Yeah, I can see that.

He lowers the stick, still hanging onto it.

BRENNAN
Did you forget I was here?

BOOTH
I thought you weren't.

BRENNAN
(drawing a conclusion)
You thought I left.

He nods once.

BRENNAN
A logical conclusion. Incorrect, but
logical.

Booth takes a better look at her. A few lines of static
pop through.

BOOTH
I thought this was supposed to be your
dream fantasy thing... not mine.

BRENNAN
The peyote ritual is not a fantasy.
It's an exploration.

BOOTH
No. You wearing nothing but my jersey?
That's a fantasy. A good one, too.

She looks down at the jersey then back up at him.

BOOTH
You look adorable, Bones, okay? That's
all I'm trying to say here.

The static pops again as we recover back into this world.
Brennan laughs.

BRENNAN
And you look half naked.

Her eyes move down his body. It makes him momentarily self-
conscious, but just momentarily.

He walks up to her and maneuvers the hockey stick behind her,
holding either end with each hand to keep her close. She
leans in to kiss him, but he moves quicker and gets there first.

When they break, they move just slightly apart at first,
catching their breath and equally rocked.

BRENNAN
I don't think anyone has ever called me
"adorable" before.

He releases the hockey stick and steps back, holding onto one
of her hands to look down at the jersey as if inspecting a
fancy dress.

BOOTH
That's probably just because no one's
ever seen you in my father/son league
jersey.

BRENNAN
That... is true.

Booth looks around the kitchen. There is evidence of cooking:
remnants of some vegetables chopped on a cutting board, a
bowl with a whisk.

BRENNAN
Sorry, I was just about to do the
dishes. The quiche will be ready in
about five minutes.

BOOTH
Quiche?

She nods then turns toward the sink.

BOOTH
Whoa, whoa. Hang on there.

He cuts her off, quickly moving over toward the sink. He
leans up the hockey stick against the counter so he can grab
the cutting board and bowl.

BOOTH
Why don't you let me do this?

He starts washing the bowl. She steps back, pleasantly
surprised. He hesitates a moment then speaks:

BOOTH
You know, I got Parker today.

BRENNAN
Oh... I guess I should go?

BOOTH
Before we eat your quiche? No way. I
still have a few hours before I have
to pick him up.

Brennan picks up a nearby dish towel and takes the now washed
bowl from Booth to dry as he starts washing something else.

BOOTH
I'm just telling you because Parker
and me, we got a father/son hockey
game today and... you're wearing my
jersey.

BRENNAN
I can take it off.

He gives her a mischievous smile.

BOOTH
After the quiche, Bones. After.

BRENNAN
Ah, you're implying we'll have sex
after breakfast.

He looks over at her.

BOOTH
We're not having sex anymore.

Her brow furrows.

BOOTH
If that's okay with you.

Realization dawns.

BRENNAN
No sex? Just love making?

He nods. She considers this.

BOOTH
(genuinely asking now)
If that's okay with you?

She hesitates.

BOOTH
Don't worry; you didn't see all my
moves last night, alright?

BRENNAN
It's not that. It's just...

BOOTH
The rules.

The oven timer dings. A welcome distraction for her.

BRENNAN
Let's eat.

He cuts off the water, watching her nervously.

CUT TO:

INT. BOOTH'S KITCHEN - MORNING

Booth and Brennan sit at the counter, eating a delicious
looking quiche. She still wears just his jersey; he's still
shirtless. Their plates are nearly empty. They are quiet. He
sighs.

BOOTH
You know, when you asked what would
happen if you stayed, this is one
scenario I didn't imagine: us sitting
in awkward silence eating the best
quiche I've ever had.

She laughs as she sets down her fork, done with the meal.

BRENNAN
You find the silence awkward?

BOOTH
You don't?

BRENNAN
No. I find it... comfortable.

BOOTH
I guess that's because you know what
you're thinking.

BRENNAN
Do you believe knowing what I'm
thinking will make you feel more
comfortable?

BOOTH
Guess that depends on what you're
thinking.

BRENNAN
I am thinking... after rationally
reviewing my reaction to breaking many
of the rules I put into place-

BOOTH
(teasing)
I kinda think it was all of 'em.

BRENNAN
(ignoring)
Everything between us feels...
different.

Booth hangs his head.

BRENNAN
And, yet... nothing feels different.

He looks back up at her.

BRENNAN
I think I expected only one or the
other... which is logical because my
feelings are completely paradoxical.

BOOTH
Maybe you undervalued the difference a
few hours in someone's arms can make
and overthought the ramifications of
breaking a few stupid rules.

Brennan considers this.

BOOTH
It means everything, but also, you
know, it's no big deal.

BRENNAN
The evidence supports your hypothesis.

Pleased with her response, he takes one last bite of his
quiche then turns to her.

BOOTH
So about my jersey...

She looks at him coyly, standing and inching away.

BOOTH
Where ya going?

She looks innocent for a split second, but he anticipates
where this is going. She moves to run off.

BOOTH
Oh, no you don't.

He stands, but she has the jump on him. She takes off toward
his bedrooms with him hot on her trail.

We stay on the abandoned quiche as they laugh from the other room.

FADE OUT