Author's note: I will definitely get the next chapter up of We Can Begin Again but this idea just came to me and I had to write it.
Temperance Brennan awoke to the unmistakable smell of a sterile hospital. She looked down and found herself lying in a bed with the regular issued hospital gown and a throbbing pain in the front of her head. She lifted a hand to feel the bump on her forehead and fingered the bandage covering what she assumed to be a cut. Temperance sighed and began to raise herself off of the bed and into a sitting position. A nurse entered the room and quickly came to her side.
"Miss you shouldn't do that. The doctor says you need your rest." She instructed softly pushing her down slowly.
"Why am I here?" she asked, clearing her throat and noticing she was thirsty. "God I'm thirsty." She said to herself.
"Here dear." The nurse said handing her a cup with icy cold water. Temperance gulped it down wetting her dry lips.
"Why am I here?" she asked again bring her hand to the bump on her forehead.
"It seems you took a nasty fall. Slipped and hit your head on some metal. You've been out of it for two days. Doctors were concerned and so was your family."
"Family?" she repeated. Temperance nodded believing the nurse was simply talking about Angela, Hodgins, Zach, and Dr. Goodman. Not to mention Booth. Booth most definitely was there. She remembered how he had flown down to New Orleans and barged into her room ordering tox screens and inspecting her bruises himself.
"You gave everyone a fright." The nurse continued fluffing Temperance's pillow and straightening the room. "I'll go get your doctor and notify your family that you've woken up." With a smile she left the room leaving Temperance alone with her thoughts. She chided herself for not being more careful; she probably had lost some valuable work time lying here in the hospital. The only problem was she only remembered falling asleep at her desk pouring over the Davies file not doing any fieldwork or anything strenuous.
"Hey there Temperance." A tall older man came in the room with a clipboard. He smiled and tucked his clipboard under his arm and took the stethoscope from his head to check her breathing.
"Hello Dr…"
"Dr. Gabriel." He smiled warmly and pressed the cold instrument to her chest. Temperance hissed slightly at the feel of the cold metal against her skin and he withdrew it.
"Sorry about that." He rubbed it against his hand warming it up a little.
"How do you feel after that little nap?" he asked continuing his exam.
"A little groggy. How long have I been out?"
"Two days. You were in a brief coma. I've notified your family and they're on their way." He smiled again and produced a small flashlight and swept it over her eyes.
"About that Dr., I can't seem to remember what I was doing last."
"Well that's very common with patients who've been in comas. Sometimes they forgot what they were doing last. Anyway your family should be here soon, so sit tight." He left the room and Temperance was alone once again for the second time.
"Excuse me miss you can't go in there."
"Sweetie!" Angela exclaimed bursting into the room and standing near Temperance's side.
"Don't you ever do that again. You just stay away from that light at the end of the tunnel."
"I don't know what that means."
"You have know I idea how happy that makes me feel to hear you say that." Angela threw her arms around her, hugging Temperance happily.
"Why wouldn't the nurse let you in? She told me that my family was waiting for me to wake up and I just assumed it was you, Hodgins, and Zack."
"God no, we're just 'family' she was talking about your immediate family hon."
"And who would that be?" Temperance asked.
"Sweetie you just woke up from a two day nap, jokes are not appropriate right now."
"What, I'm not joking. Who is my immediate family?"
"Come on, Booth." Angela said peering at her in a confused manner.
"Angela really, would you stop this thing with me and Booth. We're just partners and we'll never be more than that."
"Oh my god!" Angela gasped.
"What?" Just then Booth opened the door and sighed a breath a relief as he found her sitting up in bed talking to Angela.
"Good god Bones." He exclaimed walking over to her quickly and dropping a kiss to her forehead. "I'm telling you, no more fieldwork for at least a month. And to think I get a call from the hospital telling me that you were here with a mild concussion. We were just sitting down for dinner for god sakes and already worried because you were running late."
"We?" she asked still taken a little aback from the kiss.
"Yes we. Me, Parker, Adam and Lila."
"Who's Adam and Lila?" Temperance asked confused.
"Um, Booth?" Angela cut in.
"What do you mean 'who's Adam and Lila'? Booth asked putting his hands on his waist.
"Booth I think, something's wrong."
"Of course something's wrong. Booth is barging into my room yelling at me about missing dinner with two people I don't even know.
"Did she just call me Booth?" he asked.
"I know that was my first clue." Angela said nodding her head. "Sweetie do you remember what happened before the accident?"
"Yeah I was looking at the Davies case."
"Davies? We closed that case over nine years ago Temperance." Booth said softly.
"No we didn't I was just going over it."
"Oh my god." Angela repeated covering her mouth with her hand.
"You have to stop saying that Ange. What's going on?"
Booth sighed and pinched the space between his eyes. "Where do I start?"
"Why don't you start with the fact that you two are married?" Angela suggested. Booth looked over at Temperance quickly and took in the surprised look on her face. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the large sparkling diamond on her left ring finger. Temperance's eyes went to Booth's ring finger and found a similar platinum band.
"Angela!" he hissed.
"What? Like she wasn't gonna notice that rock lying on her finger. It's like an iceberg." She said.
"Temperance." He said softly approaching her slowly.
"Who are Adam and Lila?" she asked as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Adam and Lila are our children." He told her. Temperance choked back a tear and brought her left hand up to her face inspecting the ring. It was flawless and beautiful.
"God." She cried burying her face into her hand.
"Aw sweetie." Angela embraced her as she cried.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she sobbed as Booth watched helplessly. For the first time in their eight-year marriage he was unable to help his terrified wife.