I would have updated pretty much after I posted chapter four, but I am working on a Book, I want to publish. Now it's like...1 AM, and I have an idea. So here is chapter five.

Chapter Five

Temperance Brennan woke up in a hospital waiting room. It was empty, and void of sound. She felt an unease in the air, and She got up, confused and looked all round her. She made her way down the hall, realizing she was on the same floor Booth was kept during is coma. a panic rose in her, but she followed the hall, noticing his door getting farther and farther away as she went. She started to run, as fast as she could, becoming seemingly slower as she did so, but still couldn't reach him. When she finally did, she looked in to see a white room, Very bright, as if it had many windows, which it did not. It was bare of anything except for a bed, which had no pillows, and was sheet less.

On the bed, was a skeleton. Brennan slowly walked up to the remains, peering into the empty eye sockets, At first, the skeleton a peered to be just that, bare, white bone. but as she stared, brown eyes flashed in the emptiness, and then were gone. She jumped back in alarm, and then roaming her gaze down the length of it, saw a tag on a toe that caught her attention. Brennan reached out to remove it. As if in slow motion, she lifted it to eye level. There on the Tag, it read: Seeley Joseph Booth.

~Bones~

Brennan woke up with a sob. Her body racked with them until her eyes spilled over with tears. She lent forward, finding she had fallen asleep against Booth's couch, and covered her face with her hands. It was still slightly dark in his silent apartment. And she cried, with her knees up into her chest, and her arms wrapped around herself. She stayed like that for a long while. Having a hard time convincing herself that it was just a dream, and that it was completely irrational to act this way over a dream that wasn't real.

"Bones?" Booth's hand snakes out and rests on her shoulder.

Brennan clears her throat and tries to compose herself, wiping her tears away furiously with the back of her hand. She sniffles, and takes a long deep breath before standing up, her back still to him. She starts to walk away, but he grabs her wrist, pulling her back down to face him.

"Bones...What's the matter?" His deep reassuring brown eyes bore into her blue, green ones. Reminding her of the same brown ones in her dream.

Her voice catches in her throat..."It's nothing." She replies, almost snappish, reverting her eyes form his.

Booth leans up on one arm, and curls a finger under her chin. He pulls her face towards him, almost to close, "Don't lie to me, Bones." He says in a quiet, yet husky tone.

The contact sends a pleasant chill down her spine. The softness of his gaze, and the feeling of his skin touching hers, makes her see that he's okay, and she breaks down again.

"Shh," Booth sits up fully, and pulls her head into his stomach, smoothing a hand over her hair, ending on her back where he massages small circles.

When she hiccups her last sob, he helps her up onto the couch next to him, where she can't seem to let go. She wraps her arms around his neck, and although she's stopped crying, finds refuge in that familiar place in his neck. She closes her eyes, and squeezes him as close as possible.

"You going to tell me what happened?" he whispers into her hair, breathing in her scent as he inhales a breath.

She nods her head against his.

"Alright." He loosens his grip on her, and waits patently for her to release him. If he had it his way, he'd hold her like this, comforting her, for a lot longer.

Brennan lets him go, and pulls way to face him. She looks down at their legs, "I had a dream...that's all." She says more strongly, and in a way that says she's dismissing it, that it's no big deal.

"Hey, Don't do that. It obviously is a big deal, don't act like it's not Bones." He brings her face back up, peering into her blue green, tear stained orbs, and aches for her. Aches because she is distressed, and he wants to help her.

"Dreams are..they are just a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep, they aren't real..I don't know why I acted as such." She stares right back at him, that fact that she feels foolish, flashes behind her eyes.

"Emotions, Bones, you said it yourself. You reacted on emotions, and whatever the dream was, it upset you, enough to make you cry..you hardly ever cry, Bones... What did you dream about?"

"You." She says, a snap decision to just say so, but in a matter of fact kind of way.

Hurt shows on his face for just a moment, but long enough to not go unnoticed by her. Booth would like to think that any dream she had of him, would cause happiness, not remorse, sadness. "Oh?"

"I had a dream...that I woke up in the hospital waiting room..."

"Go on." They are facing each other, one leg tucked into him as he leans in towards her. Brennan cross legged.

She sighs but continues, "I noticed that it was the same hospital you where in, during..your coma...and I tried to get to your room. But the farther I walked...the farther your room became.." As she says it, she feels herself becoming worked up again, and it shows in her voice.

Booth nods his head, and waits for her to continue. by now he's unconsciously placed a hand on her arm, and rubs it to sooth her.

"I started running, but your room wasn't getting any closer...and..and when I finally got to your room...it was empty, it was a white empty room with just a bed in the center." She stops talking, and her head falls in dismay against her chest.

Booth sees a tear fall from her eye, and land on the back of her hand, that rests in her lap. He lifts his other free hand, while the other rubs her arm, and wipes the tear away from her cheek with his thumb. She looks up at him. Her eyes reveal the most emotion he has ever witnessed, and it almost breaks his heart.

"On the bed." She continues, obviously trying to sound stronger, and failing, "Was a set of remains...I looked into the eye sockets, and saw brown eyes stare back at me, and then they were gone...and there was a tag on the toe..like you'd see on a dead body...and..and I picked it up, and it said...Seeley Joseph Booth" A whole new river of tears flowed over the plains of her cheeks as she whispered his full name.

Booth's own eyes watered at the site of her unstoppable grief, and all he could do was embrace her with all his heart, and sooth her with his touch. He clasped her head to his chest with one hand, and smoothed her back with the other. He laid his cheek on the top of her head, rocking her back and forth.

"Shh..I'm right here," He kisses her head, and whispers soothing words in her ears. She cries silently into him, and he just lets her, knowing that this is the emotional release she's needed for a long time. All he can do, is hold her close, and kiss her hair.

So...There it is. I like it, I actually think it's a breakthrough, I don't know about you guys; but at 2:30 AM as I finish this note, I feel proud of myself. My only question to you fans, well two questions, did you like it? and Do you think I have kept them pretty much in character throughout the story?