Here we go…chapter 3. I don't know if some of the stuff later in the chapter is possible, but it seems like it could possibly work. Please, please review. Enjoy :D Why does Cam have a special "outfit" while everyone else has lab coats…hmmm?

Title: Regret in Time

Rating: K+

Summary: Brennan changes her mind about love and the way it should affect her life, but is it too late?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, but if I did, Hannah wouldn't exist.

A/N: I only made the rating K+ for death. I'm not sure it has to even be that, it could still be K.

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After about forty-five minutes, he pulled up to a house. It was surrounded by nothing but field. Booth finally reached for his radio to call for back-up, forgetting to do so in a rush to get to Brennan.

Slowly, he walked up to the house, gun drawn. A few lights were on inside. After walking around the perimeter and determining there was only one person inside, he decided to go through the front. His foot made heavy contact with the door and he barged in. There was a man at a table who quickly pulled out a shotgun. Booth didn't hesitate, pulling the trigger and sending the man into the counter behind him. The frantic agent checked the house, but found it otherwise empty. He searched again, and again, and finally found a door he had assumed was a closet before. He opened it to reveal a staircase heading down. Slowly he made his way downstairs, his gun still ready.

Then he saw her. He holstered his weapon quickly and walked over to the mattress she was lying on. She wasn't moving, her skin was pale and cold. He checked for a pulse, but couldn't find one. His heart broke. Carefully he lifted her off the bed she was in, and made his way out of the house. He set her in the back of his SUV then called for the address of the closest hospital. On the way there, all his nightmares came back. He had failed. He was too late. Now she was gone. All he could do was feel guilty and responsible.

Seeley Booth was not a man that cries. He wasn't insensitive, but he didn't cry. Now that the woman he loved was…no, she's not. She'll live. She is strong. But just the thought brought tears to his eyes. They blurred his vision as he pulled into the hospital. They gave him a headache as he handed her over to the doctors and was forced to wait. They put him to sleep as he waited, hour after hour. He was awoken by an elderly nurse with a kind face.

"Are you Seeley Booth?"

He jumped up, answering her question. The tightness in his chest turned to a vice grip around his heart as he listened to her speak.

"She was injected with a variety of chemicals, many of which would cause death instantly.

His breath caught in his throat and he threw his head into his hands. He sat down and let the nurse continue. She joined him on the bench and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"But they made a mistake." Booth's head snapped up to look at the nurse. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears and hope. "Just because they work well alone doesn't mean they work better together. He didn't know that. A few of the drugs counteracted with each other. That's what kept her alive. Her pulse was extremely weak and she was very close to…. That's not the point. We flushed out the drugs and did everything we had to. She's fragile right now. She could still have last minute, unexpected reactions to the drugs, though that's unlikely."

Booth's lips were upturned into the biggest smile. He was standing now, waiting to get the okay to see her. She would be okay He wasn't too late.

"But she's okay, right? Can I see her?" the smile on the nurses face was no where near Booths, but it was clear she was happy for him.

"Yes, you can, but be careful, quiet. She is asleep." He followed the nurse to Brennan's room. At the door she left them to be alone. He opened it to see the usually vibrant Dr. Brennan, pale, quiet, fragile. He smiled at her though. It was a sympathetic, but relief filled smile. He pulled up a chair to the side of the bed and took her hand in his.

"Hey Bones. It's me. Booth. I'm sorry I was late, but I got you. You're going to be okay. As usual, your squints figured it out. They're gonna be here in the morning. I told them to sleep. But I'm not leaving. I'm gonna stay, right till the end.' He took a breath and looked at her. She was beautiful. In a simple sort of way, not like the fake girls from magazines. Here she lay, sick, no makeup, no special clothes, but she was just as beautiful as ever. He admired her. Her beauty, her intelligence, her strength. He vowed to himself things would change.

After his coma, he was sure he loved her. He didn't want to scare her away though. After today he refused to go any longer without telling her. He wanted a chance at happiness, with her. And he wasn't going to lose her without that chance, for either of them. He leaned in to place a kiss on her check.

"Ya know Bones? I was really scared. Terrified, really. I didn't think I'd be able to get you in time. It was like my worst nightmare had come true. I never told you about the nightmares did I? Yeah, I would dream I couldn't save you, that I was late. I know you trust me to save you, but I don't always trust myself. I'm not invincible you know. But this time I got to you. It was close though. You were so…cold." His voice cracked. He rested his head on their joined hands and for about the fourth time that day, he started to cry. The tears fell from his eyes at the memory of her there, like that. "I was so scared Bones. I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you." He was startled by a hand on his cheek. When he looked up, he was met with beautiful blue eyes.

See? I would never kill Brennan? That would be sad.