Here's the next chap. Sorry, it's a bit short, but I should have the next chap up by tomorrow. Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing!
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Booth woke slowly, lifting his head when he felt arms wrapped around him. He noticed that he was in his own bed, with Temperance Brennan-Booth looking down at him. He instantly pulled her towards him, nuzzling his head into her soft hair and breathing in her scent.
'Please tell me it was all a dream,' he begged, a tear escaping from one of his eyes and rolling into her hair. She gently pulled his head up to meet her eye-line.
'I'm sorry, Seeley,' she whispered, placing a short kiss on his lips. He looked at her, a look of pain and despair covering his face.
'You're really gone?' he asked, suddenly realising he must be dreaming. She nodded, her eyes closed.
'I'm so sorry that I left you and the kids,' she said as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him as he nestled his head into the nook of her neck, never wanting to let go.
'Come back to me,' he said. 'Please, Temperance.'
'You know I can't do that, baby,' she replied. 'You call to me every night. Every day for that matter. I can't stay with you forever.'
'You can,' he sobbed, clenching his arm muscles around her to show how much he never wanted to let her go. 'You can.'
'Booth, it's over. It's time to let go and move on,' he looked up at her.
'But I still love you,' he said, his eyes filled with unshed tears. 'I'm not ready to let you go.'
'I love you too, Seel,' she whispered. 'But you have to move on. I don't want you living like this. You try to look strong, but I can see that you're not doing too well. Maybe you should take some time off work.'
'Why do you come to me every night?' he asked, ignoring her suggestion.
'Because you call for me every night,' she repeated. 'You know that I can't resist you when you sound so desperate.' She smiled softly, kissing him again. He felt his eyes start to droop and clutched her impossibly closer to him.
'I don't want to wake up,' he said into her shoulder, kissing the skin gently.
'I'll be here tomorrow night,' she promised.
'What happens when I don't call for you?' he asked, suddenly worried. 'What happens when my subconscious stops grieving and I stop calling you in my sleep?'
'I'll stop coming,' she replied simply. 'And you'll stop thinking about me all hours of the day.'
Booth closed his eyes, for he wanted the pain to go away, but he couldn't bear to stop thinking about his Temperance.
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