So I didn't get many reviews, but I did see that a lot of people added this Story to their "Story Alert" so I guess that is Better than nothing right? Still wish I had more feedback, I am hoping this chapter brings more. and If anyone has suggestions, I am open for new ideas.

Chapter Two

Booth wished he hadn't failed to mention the fact that he may very well love her. That his coma dream of the two of them happily in love and married, was an insight to how it could actually be, and that got his real self thinking the possibilities. A realization. He wouldn't doubt even that if it wasn't for Sweets. Booth is torn between the reality that this "romantic Love" he's feeling, may dissipate; or the psychic look into what can actually happen. He can't help but believe in Avalon.

Hence being torn. Booth can't distinguish is own thoughts pre - surgery, to his thoughts now. Because all he can think of now is Bones, and what she could possibly be thinking right now, He hopes he hasn't upset her, but he knows he has. He punched a hole in his wall when he got home. Cam told him that he had to be sure, or else Brennan would die of loneliness before she ever trusts anyone again.

Booth sits on his couch nursing a beer. The T.V is off, and he has no idea how long he's been sat here. Longer then he'd like to admit. He wants to shake this. Part if him wants to shake off everything that has happened, and wake up the next morning in Normalcy.

~Bones~

Temperance Brennan leans over an examining table in Limbo. She went out with everyone for an hour, just to make Angela happy, and then made up an excuse about being away and having all this paper work to catch up on. When in all reality, is partly true, but it's not all that important.

None the less, here she is. A perfect mirror image of her first day back from Guatemala, before she and Booth became partners. She leans over this table, a partially reconstructed skull in one hand, eyes roaming the surface of scattered skull fragments. Her face in perfect concentration, because she's turned her Compartmentalization, to "on". And then it happens. A thought referring to the skull, reminds her of a case she had with Booth, which leads her to thinking of Booth, then dominoing her thoughts to what happened only a few hours ago. Amazing what a tiny thought can lead too.

She places the skull carefully on a tiny platform, and sits back in a chair. A confused and irritated expression graces her tired features. She's irritated that she's let herself become even a little irrational. Remembering how disappointed she felt when Booth didn't actually have romantic feelings about her. Since when has she ever felt disappointed by that fact? And the confusion is because she knows he's lying to her. Booth wouldn't lie unless there was a legitimate reason.

She just can't understand the reason. She her self is panicked over his personality. He's not quite the same. That was clear when she showed up at the fountain to search for hidden remains; without his flashy tie and socks, and his "cocky" belt buckle. He'd never forget. Can't forget the clown. He's supposed to hate clowns. And the thing that upsets her the most, is that, she may actually feel this irrational emotion called "love" for him, and not in just a biological way, but in her..heart.

Brennan is snapped back by her growling stomach. She's hardly eaten anything. She usually is pulled away from her work by Booth, who insists she eat. But the last time it even looked like he was going to take charge, and drag her out, was when she was in the pit, digging up the remains, and that disk. That seems so long ago now.

She looks at the time on her cell phone, which surprisingly hasn't wrong all this time. It's around 2 AM. She's been down here a good four hours without notice. And she feels more alone than she's felt in a long time. She feels almost abandoned by Booth. She misses him, even though She knows she can go over there right now, or see him later for work.

She doesn't want to admit to herself, that she's given up herself to him completely. And in doing so, left herself wide open for hurt and disappointment. She's found that she has felt that a lot these past few days since she's been back, and Booth's recovery. Way to many emotions for her liking, and it scares her that she can't take control anymore.

Alright, chapter two complete. I ran on thoughts this chapter, instead of actions. No dialogue because I think a good story needs the unsaid. So Please. Those of you who have set my story to alert, review! Please. I need confidence to go on.