Disclaimer: I tried to get them to sell me the right to the show for a dollar... but they said no.

Author's note A: This chapter is written from Booth's POV. I've never done a chapter like this before and I thought it would be fun.

Three days after the sleaze ball dumped her; I was sitting in front of my television contemplating whether or not I should call Bones. I had just made my mind up when my cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"Booth?" It was Russ. He sounded pretty upset.

"Yeah Russ, what's up?"

"It's Tempe… she's been in a car accident…"

I jumped to my feet. "What hospital is she in? Is she ok?"

"She's in surgery right now. I thought you'd want to be here when she wakes up. She's in Memorial."

"I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Ok."

"Thanks for calling me, Russ." I said as I hung up. Bones was in the hospital. There was no way in hell that I wasn't going to get over there. Without thinking, I dialed Angela's phone at the Smithsonian.

"Hello?"

"Angela, its Booth."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Bones is in the hospital."

"Oh my God! What happened?"

"Car wreck. She's at Memorial."

"How did you find out?"

"Russ. He's at Memorial now. Get there fast!"

"I'm on my way." She said and hung up.

I flipped my phone shut, grabbed my keys and raced out the door. Fifteen minutes later I was at the hospital. Angela pulled into space next me. "How long ago did you find out?" She asked.

"I called you the second I got off the phone with Russ."

"Good." She replied as we raced inside. Russ was waiting for us. I could tell just by looking at him that the situation was bad.

"How long has she been in surgery?" I demanded.

"I'm not sure. At leas a couple of hours. That's how long it took me to get here. When I got the call from the hospital, they said she was already in surgery. I called you as soon as I got here."

"Thanks."

"You called me about the break-up. It was the least I could do."

Two minutes later, Zach and Hodgins came bursting into the waiting room. I looked at Angela. "Did you tell them?"

"You were kind of on speaker phone." Zach said. "We heard you in the other room. Is Dr. Brennan ok?"

"We don't know yet." I said.

"Well, how long has she been in surgery?" Hodgins asked.

Russ repeated his story. "Do you know when she'll be out?" Angela asked.

Russ shook his head. "I've told everyone everything that I know already."

"The only thing any of us can do right now is wait." Angela said.

I knew she was right, but that didn't mean that I had to like it. Bones was my partner. But was more than that fact alone that made me not like the situation. She was important to me. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I made my way to the chapel. I'm Catholic, I'm not a regular churchgoer, but I've learned that sometimes in life all you had was a wing and a prayer. Well, at that moment, my wing was in surgery, so that left prayer.

As a kid, I'd memorized a lot of prayers. But right now, none of them really seemed to fit. Then I remembered the prayer to St. Michael the Archangel. So I hit my knees and prayed.

"Saint Michael the Archangel, loyal champion of God and His People. I turn to you with confidence and seek your powerful intercession. For the love of God, Who made you so glorious in grace and power, and for the love of the Mother of Jesus, the Queen of the Angels, be pleased to hear our prayer. You know the value of our souls in the eyes of God. May no stain of evil ever disfigure it beauty. Help us to conquer the evil spirit who tempts us. We desire to imitate your loyalty to God and Holy Mother Church and your great love for God and people. And since you are God's messenger for the care of His people, we entrust to you these special intentions: Dr. Temperance Brennan. She's my partner. She was in a car wreck. She's been through so much recently, I don't think she can handle any more without breaking. Keep her safe. I have to tell her how much I love her.

Lord, hear and grant our special intentions for this Novena that I bring before You. Amen" After that, I started on the rosary. I figured a few "Hail Mary's" wouldn't be a bad idea.

Twenty minutes later, Angela found me. She put her hand on my shoulder. "She's in recovery now. It'll be another hour before she's put in a room." She said softly.

"Thanks, Angela." I replied.

"Zach and Hodgins went to go get food. Russ is with Bren right now. The doctor's are pretty sure she'll be out of it for another 24 hours."

I nodded. "Do you know what I was doing when Russ called me?"

"No."

"I was getting ready to call Bones."

"Why?"

"I was going to ask her to have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"She'll recover. But she'll need help."

"She'll turn to you for help."

Angela shook her head. "That's not the kind of help I mean. Yeah, I can be the encouraging best-friend. But you're her partner. What's more, you love her. You were there for her when she found out about her parents. You stayed with her when David dumped her. You even asked Russ to call her."

"Who told you that?"

"Russ did. Bren doesn't know that. But she does know that you care. When you let her cry, that meant a lot to her. When she wakes up, I've got ten bucks that says you'll be at her side and you'll be the first face that she sees."

"Thanks Angela."

"You're welcome. Oh, and if you hurt her in any way, shape or form. I'll kill you and Hodgins will help me dispose of your body." Angela said as she left. I think she was giving me another one of her oh so subtle hints.

Author's note B: Am I wrong in thinking Booth is Catholic? I'm pretty sure he is. I'm not Catholic, so I did quite a bit of digging to find a good prayer. The prayer is the Novena to St. Michael the Archangel.

Booth: What the Hell did you do to Bones?

Me: She'll be alright, eventually I swear!

Booth: If she isn't, the threat Angela gave me goes for you too!

Me: EEK! Runs away and starts writing a new chapter