A/N: As promised, here is the next chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to leave a review of this story. Your lovely words have given me some much needed encouragement, so thank you. As I said in the author's notes of the first chapter, this story is very angst filled however, there are a few positive moments in this chapter to balance it out a bit. Hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones

Booth had been in the hospital for three weeks before they finally let him go home. Wherever that was. In the memories that had been surfacing in the last week with the help of Dr Sweets, he thought he could recall a house but failed to recollect any details. Home to him was his apartment above the liquor store and he felt sad that it was no longer his home. He would have liked to have gone to somewhere familiar but that wasn't his life anymore.

He was feeling a combination of intrigued, nervous and excited. He was not only leaving the hospital today, but he was going to meet his daughter today too. Temperance came to collect him to take him home and he found himself feeling strangely fearful of leaving the hospital. The hospital was familiar and the place he was heading to was completely unknown to him. If it weren't for the fact that Temperance was with him, he'd feel like freaking out. Despite still not really knowing anything about his wife, her presence was reassuring to him. He felt safe with her. He didn't like this new anxious aspect to his personality. Sweets had reassured him it was an effect of the trauma and that it would pass but that hadn't comforted Booth.

After leaving the hospital, the drive home had been uncomfortable. Temperance still barely spoke, and Booth found himself unable to sit still the whole car journey. Brennan kept casting surreptitious glances his way but didn't comment on his apparent discomfort. The neighbourhood was unfamiliar to Booth but as they arrived at the house, he thought it looked vaguely familiar and a name popped into his head.

"Wendell." He said suddenly. "Wendell helped me renovate this place."

Brennan simply said "Yes, that is correct." She didn't want to elaborate any further. She knew how fond Booth was of his hockey teammate and her intern and she wasn't sure how to tell Booth that Wendell was currently battling Ewing's sarcoma.

Thankfully, Booth didn't ask any questions about Wendell and Brennan pulled into the driveway beside her father's car.

Booth looked at the car questioningly. "Who does this car belong to, Tempe?" He asked while gesturing to the car with his thumb.

"It's my father's car. He has been looking after Christine for me."

Booth was surprised. He could still only recall a couple of memories of Brennan from when they had first met, and he had got the impression that she didn't have any family.

He climbed out of the car and slowly walked to the front door. Brennan opened the door with her key and walked into the house. Booth paused in the doorway, taking a breath to calm himself and then followed behind her. As he looked around, he could see things that were his everywhere. Things that had been on the wall in his apartment were on the wall here. His leather recliner was in the corner of the living room and as he got further into the house, he thought he could remember how the house had looked before he and Wendell spent many long hours at weekends and evenings after work, trying to get the house ready before the baby arrived. He was taken aback for a moment as the memory hit him and he was surprised to find tears in his eyes as he realised this felt like home.

Brennan had watched him carefully as he looked around, looking for any indications that suggested he needed help or if being here had triggered any memories for him. She had seen several emotions passing over his face before seeing the tears shining in his eyes. She approached him carefully before gently placing her hand on his arm and offering him a small smile. She hoped that her gesture was reassuring, she wanted him to be comfortable here, this is his home.

Booth was unsure whether it was being in this place or her touch, but he had a sudden overwhelming urge to throw his arms around her which is exactly what he did. Brennan hesitated for a moment before returning his embrace and wrapping her arms around his waist. In that moment, Brennan felt something spark in her chest, something she had been devoid of since hearing the prognosis of his condition, she felt a small glimmer of hope. This was extinguished just as quickly though when he suddenly dropped his arms and stepped away from her.

"I'm sorry Tempe, I…" He couldn't explain why he was apologising for hugging his wife. After feeling such a strong urge to hold her, he hoped it might have prompted a memory, but nothing happened, and he somehow felt as if it were wrong.

Brennan looked down and away from him. She had to fight to stop tears from falling. In that short embrace she felt like everything might be alright after all, but his quick step away from her after dropping his arms like touching her had burnt him, made her feel more dejected than ever. It was becoming apparent to her that not only had Booth lost his memories of her, he had forgotten that he loves her.

Booth noticed the tears in Brennan's eyes but before he could put any more thought into it, they were interrupted by an older man who could only be Brennan's father, walking into the room holding a small blonde toddler in his arms.

"Christine heard Booth's voice." he said by way of explanation when Brennan threw an irritated look in his direction. She had wanted Max to keep Christine out of the way until she was sure that Booth wasn't too overwhelmed to meet her.

She glanced from Max to Booth and could see the confusion on Booth's face. "Boo- Seeley, this is my father, Max Keenan." She still couldn't get used to using his first name and felt irritated that she had almost slipped up again.

Max felt it very strange that he was being introduced to his son-in-law who he not only knew pretty well by now but had even been arrested by him in the past. "Nice to see you up and about again, son. You gave us quite a scare you know?" He said to Booth. He wasn't about to tiptoe around Booth's condition like Temperance seemed to be doing. He knew that his brain required stimulation to aid the recovery of his memories, something that his genius daughter appeared to have forgotten.

Booth could only nod in reply though because at that moment, all he could focus on was the child in Max's arms. She mostly resembled Brennan, but he could see some of his own features in her face too. Christine caught sight of him for the first time since entering the room and squealed in Max's arms.

"Daddy! Daddy!" She squealed loudly.

Max walked across the room to place Christine in Booth's arms. Christine reached for him and as Booth took her from Max, she threw her tiny arms around his neck still squealing "Daddy!" loudly at him.

Booth held her tightly and buried his nose in her soft blonde hair. She fit perfectly in his arms and the feel of her there made him feel like he knew her. Because of course he knew her! She is his daughter and just like with Parker, hearing her little voice brought some memories back to him. He could remember feeding her, changing her, rocking her to sleep and her little giggles as he had tickled her tummy making her laugh. The tears that had threatened when he had walked into the house now flowed freely in a mixture of relief, happiness and regret.

Christine looked at her father, puzzled. She touched the tears on his face with her fingers, not understanding why he was crying. Booth gently moved her hand from his face and blew a raspberry onto her palm making her laugh. He quickly wiped his face with the back of his hand before blowing another raspberry on Christine's hand making her dissolve into a fit of giggles.

Booth hadn't realised that Max was still stood next to him when the older man clapped him affectionately on the shoulder. "I knew you'd remember her. The bond between a parent and a child isn't something that's easily broken." Max said with a smile.

Booth looked at Max properly for the first time. He briefly studied his face and a memory of Max hitting him in the balls flashed before his eyes. Booth flinched away from Max slightly as he was assaulted by more memories of the man. Max watched the play of emotions on Booth's face, realising that he was watching Booth recalling memories of him. Max gave Booth a wry smile as Booth studied Max for another moment. He remembered arresting him, but he also remembered him walking free from court. Memories of him taking care of Christine and, an indistinct memory of them both stood by a hospital bed, someone they both cared about laying there with their life hanging in the balance. It was obviously Temperance in the hospital bed, but Booth couldn't seem to complete the picture. The memories were hazy, but they were enough to convince Booth that Max cared about him and his family. Booth shifted Christine into one arm and offered Max his free hand. Max took it and shook it firmly. "Thank you, Max, for taking care of my family."

Brennan watched the scene unfold from across the room with an unfamiliar feeling of happiness. Booth was such a good father, and she was happy that it was apparent that he remembered his daughter. The happy feeling was short lived though and she soon found the despondency that was her constant companion these days returning. Booth was beginning to remember everyone. Everyone except her. She quickly turned to head upstairs before Booth or Max saw the tears that were suddenly streaming down her face against her will.

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Booth had noticed Temperance's sudden departure from the room. He was worried that maybe it was something he had done that had caused the tears that he had seen streaking down her cheeks, but he wasn't sure. He was tired and he felt frustrated. On the one hand, he was regaining more of his memory but on the other, there were some things that still felt beyond his reach. He could feel things in his head that were just under the surface. He felt like his investigative instincts were trying to surface to tell him something, only he just wasn't sure what. Temperance's tears had bothered him. Not just because he wasn't sure what had caused them, but because the thought of her crying made him feel so sad. Almost like her pain was his pain. He had a feeling she didn't often cry and seeing her like that was painful.

A short while after she had darted up the stairs, Temperance reappeared in the living room. Evidence of her tears were apparent in the redness of her eyes. She walked over to Booth who was sitting on the couch with Christine on his knee.

"It's Christine's nap time. You need to get some rest as well, Seeley. The doctor said not to overdo it."

Booth reluctantly handed Christine over to Brennan. The time he had just spent with his daughter had been the closest he had felt to normal since he had woken up. He had to admit though that he was beginning to feel tired, and he was looking forward to sleeping in a comfortable bed.

"Do you know where the bedroom is, or do you need me to show you?" Brennan asked while seating Christine on her hip.

"Thanks, Temperance, but I think I can figure it out." He really wasn't sure he knew where to find the bedroom, but he didn't want to be a burden to her and he was sick of feeling like an invalid.

"Ok, well, let me know if you need anything." She gave him a small smile and turned to head upstairs again to put Christine down for her nap.

Booth followed after her but slowly. He felt he still needed time to take in his surroundings. He looked at everything as he went. The books on the shelf were the first thing that caught his eye. Several books had the author's name 'Temperance Brennan' on the spines. He picked one up out of curiosity. It was a coincidence surely? Although how many Temperance Brennan's could there be? It wasn't a common name. He flipped to the back of the book to see his wife's face smiling back at him. So, she was an author as well as a forensic anthropologist. There was still so much he didn't know about her and he could feel his frustration building inside him again. Why wouldn't she talk to him? What was she so afraid of? He sighed and pushed the book back onto the shelf. He was going to make it a priority to read those books. Maybe they would help give him some insight into this enigmatic woman he apparently shared his life with.

He made his way upstairs, touching things he remembered from his apartment as he passed them. He turned left as he reached the top of the stairs and walked past what looked like Parker's room. He paused briefly in the doorway looking at the blue walls and the soccer balls on the bed covers. It looked like a replica of his room from Booth's old apartment only the soccer balls had replaced the Toy Story bed covers he used to have. He carried on down the hall and walked past Christine's room. He could see Temperance putting her down for her nap. He didn't linger as he didn't want to disturb them if Tempe was struggling to get her to sleep. He pushed open the last door on the left and walked inside. So, this was his room. Their room he corrected himself. He could see his old alarm clock on his nightstand and a framed picture of Temperance and Christine with Parker. He felt sadness wash over him as he realised he didn't know when or where the picture had been taken or who had taken it. Would he ever remember?

He walked over to the closet to find his clothes. Everything was neatly stacked and organised on the rails. He knew he must have been the one to put his things there. Even though Temperance was clearly a tidy and organised person, the habits ingrained into Booth from years in the military meant he always organised his possessions in the same particular way. He pulled a fresh pair of sweatpants off the shelf and a t shirt out of the drawer and headed to the bathroom. He felt like he needed to wash the hospital smell off himself and thought that maybe some more familiar smells might make him feel a bit more comfortable.

A few minutes later, he had finished showering and was dressed in his fresh clothes. He felt even more tired now and despite it only being mid-afternoon, he trudged over to the bed and pulled back the covers. He laid down and buried his face in Temperance's pillow inhaling her scent in the hope it might trigger a memory. When it didn't, he groaned in frustration before rolling back over onto the other side of the bed and quickly falling asleep.