Angela had gone off to the hospital cafeteria for a snack break. Booth sat alone with Brennan, still holding her hand in both of his.

"Bones. Come on, wake up. I know I scared you, but do you know what you'll do to me if the last thing we ever talked about was last night? I can't have that on my conscious, Bones. And I know you can hear me, cuz when I was in a coma, I could hear you..." Booth trailed off, babbling, just trying to get a reaction.

"Angela's still here. She went to go get a snack. Maybe she'll bring you something, if you'd just wake up."

"Bones, you're killing me here. I care about you; I can't stand seeing you in the hospital with a head injury. I could have stopped the head injury, but this...I can't fight it off. I can't shoot it. Come on, Bones. Wake up and tell me I'm being irrational or something. Anything."

Booth gave up and laid his head on the bed next to her hand. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes.

Eventually, Angela returned. "Booth, I think you should go to work. Get something done. Don't just sit here and mope all day."

Booth sighed again. "Maybe you're right. There's not much I can do, here."

"I'll call you right away when she wakes up," Angela promised with a sad smile.

Booth nodded, turned to kiss Brennan on the forehead, and left.

Angela was sitting in a chair reading a book. Brennan stirred slightly and silently, unnoticed by her best friend. Angela did notice, however, when she spoke.

"Booth?" Brennan said in a small voice.

"No, sweetie, it's me. Don't worry, I'm calling Booth right now." She whipped out her cell phone and speed dialed him.

Brennan squeezed shut her eyes and moaned "Booth" again.

"I know, sweetie, he's coming."

Booth answered his phone. "Booth."

"Booth, it's Angela. Brennan's waking up."

"Okay, I'm coming."

Brennan blinked, disoriented. "What happened?" she asked.

"Well, sweetie, that's what we were kind of hoping you could tell us, since you were the only person there to witness. You were in a car accident. What happened?"

"I can't really remember. I'm sure I'm just disoriented. I really can't remember much of anything since yesterday."

"Well, why don't you tell me what you can remember, and we'll work forwards."

"Booth and I went to Sweets's office to talk about his book."

Angela nodded, a mischievious smile on her face. "The one where Sweets says you and Booth are in love. I've been telling you for years."

"No, Angela, we're not in love."

"Whatever," Angela waved her hand in dismissal. "Then what?"

"We were in there for about an hour, recounting our first case. Then I think Booth and I went to dinner, but I can't really remember."

"Well, maybe when Booth gets here, it'll all come rushing back."

"I hope so," Brennan sighed. "The unknown is so frustrating."

Angela heard loud footfalls outside the door. Sensing it was Booth, she stepped into the hall.

"Hey, how is she?" Booth asked distractedly.

"She looks okay, but she can't remember much of last night."

Booth's face contorted, then smoothed. "What does she remember?"

"She says you guys went for dinner. And you talked to Sweets."

A slur of emotions flashed across Booth's face. She didn't remember. So she didn't know she'd rejected him. She just wanted to see him, the same as if nothing had happened. Because in her book, nothing had. Was that good or bad? And could Booth just pretend nothing had? Maybe. Maybe this was a second chance - a chance to make sure things went the way he wanted this time.

"Bones," Booth said, rushing to her side.

"Booth, oh, good, you're here."

"Well, sure, Bones, I was worried about you. What do you think you're doing, getting in a car crash?'

"I'm an excellent driver, Booth," Brennan complained.

"Now there's the Bones I know and love," he chuckled, sweeping her hair back and kissing her forehead. Angela smiled on the pair.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?"

"As well as can be expected, given the state of things."

"Yeah, we'll have you right as rain in no time, back in the lab, back out in the field with me."

"I expect so. I heal unnaturally quickly."

"Sure you do, Bones," Booth smiled encouragingly. "Quick as a fiddle."

"What does that mean?"

"He means you'll be better in no time, Bren," Angela interjected. "Hurry up. We need you."