Ok guys … sorry about the wait and the spelling of oesophagus. I still don't know if that's right. But that's the only correction that looked remotely right on my spell check. Lol. Ok well … here's the next part.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't own 'em. Just like to play with 'em. But don't worry, I'll put them back just as they were when I'm done! Oh and the lyrics to It Only Hurts belong to Default.

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She had come so far, pulled through this to this point; she couldn't give up, not now; not ever. He grasped her fingers in his hand; they sat limp and cold in his palm. But no matter how hard he tried to shake the life back into her, the attempt seemed to be futile.

The sound of the ambulance carried down by the wind seemed to have been a cruel trick played on him by his desperate mind. Or perhaps he was so consumed with worry that every sound other than the ragged and almost non-existent breathing of the dying woman in his arms that every other sound had been tuned out.

Can hold my breath only for a little while 'til reality starts sinking in
once again I'm settling for second best turn the pages skip to the end
to where I swore that I would try since the last time I crossed that line in the back of my mind I know…

In a reality that hit him like a piano falling from the sky, the sounds of ambulances and police cars greeted his welcome ears, coming to save Temp, the one thing it seemed he couldn't do.

"They're here Bones. Hear that?" he whispered into her ear, not knowing, nor caring, if she could even hear him. "That's the ambulance. You see … I told you you were going to be ok," he smiled, brushing a stray piece of her dark hair out of her eyes.

It only hurts when your eyes are open lies get tossed and truth is spoken it only hurts when that door gets open dreams are lost and hearts are broken

His lips quivered with the possibilities he didn't want to think about; the possibility that Temp wouldn't make it, the possibility that he would never again peer over her shoulder and admire her work or be scolded when he called her Bones. She had to make it … she just had to. There were so many things he had wanted to tell her for so long, so many things he had put off because he thought he had more time, just like everyone else.

Miles away promise from a burning bed two worlds should never collide
one word would end it if you ever heard tear the page out that reminds me when I swore that I'd be strong now the next time has come and gone well maybe I'm wrong I know …

He promised himself that he would never put off anything again, and then scoffed that the thought had even crossed his mind. He was in an irate state right now, nothing he said or thought he would be held accountable for.

It only hurts when your eyes are open lies get tossed and truth is spoken it only hurts when that door gets open dreams are lost and hearts are broken

Booth pulled Bones body a little closer to his chest, rubbing his hand in small circles over the small of her back, the other hand still pressing his jacket to her bullet wound. He couldn't believe this had happened to her; to her of all people. The distant sound of a gunshot echoed through his memory, his mind showing him images he never wanted to see again; images of Brennan clutching her stomach, then slowly crumpling to her knees on the barn floor, then keeling over to a lying position among the hay.

I know what your feeling it's hard to believe in someone, someone who's not there
I know that your waiting 'cause love is worth saving but only for so long, so long, so long

If only he hadn't said so many of the things he had. Things that there was quite a possibility he would never be able to take back again. Suddenly from his arms, a harsh gasp filled the air. His head immediately snapped down to her face, contorted in pain. Her eyes were open, staring with raw fear into his. Never before had he seen her so scared.

I swore that I would try since the last time, the last time

It only hurts when your eyes are open lies get tossed and truth is spoken it only hurts when that door gets open dreams are lost and hearts are broken

He had never seen her so vulnerable, without the walls that usually guarded her and fenced her in. There were so many things he wanted to say, all of which he wanted to say more than anything. But the chances that she would remember any of it when she recovered, when and not if, were slim to none. So he decided to focus all his energy on taking her mind off of her pain, and the fact that she had regained consciousness was a fantastic sign.

"You're awake," he said, brushing more hair out of her eyes. "How's the pain?" he quirked with a lopsided grin.

"How do you think?" she asked, gasping for air after every couple of words.

"You hear that?" he asked, wanting to keep her awake and alert.

She closed her eyes and listened, taking as steady breaths as her wound would allow. The growing noise of sirens greeted her ears and she couldn't help but allow a small smile.

"Ya. I hear it," she whispered, wincing in the effort of talking.

"It's ok. Shhh. Just take it easy. It's over. I promise," he said, lowering his head and resting it against hers.

It only hurts when your eyes are open lies get tossed and truth is spoken it only hurts when that door gets open dreams are lost and hearts are broken

The steady pound of heavy boots could be heard reverberating off the red walls of the barn and Seeley raised his head. "We're over here!" Booth yelled, raising his head from hers and calling out for help.

The sound of the footsteps hurried up and two paramedics came into view. They rushed over to Bones and Booth, bending down next to Temp and pulling out their equipment.

"BP's 90 over 80," one of the paramedics said.

"Pulse is erratic and irregular," the other said. "On the count of three. One …" One of the paramedics steadied himself at Bones' feet, the other at her head. "Two …" they slid their hands under her body which was drenched in cold sweat. "Three." They lifted her from Booth's arms and placed her on the gurney, strapping her down and starting to wheel her away.

"Booth?" her quiet voice called from the retreating gurney.

He pulled himself up from the ground and ran to catch up with the paramedics who were wheeling her quickly away.

"Ya Bones? I'm right here," he said, taking her hand in his.

"Promise?" she asked, her voice quiet and strained.

"Promise."

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Ok I know the song doesn't really have anything to do with the situation but it's a really good song and I felt like putting it in. Anyways … the next chap. is gonna be a flashback of the case they were working on and how Bones got shot. Don't forget to review!

Love Megan!