Thanks all those who reviewed last chapter. Really love them. Ok, so, in case yoiur wondering, this story, I promise, will end soon, in case your getting bored. And all those who wanted booth alive, well, its ur fav point of view now!

Booth woke up to crushing darkness. He tried to move, but the black void kept a close hold on him, and he couldn't move. He felt like he had bit hit by a bus, then driven over multiple times until the driver was satisfied that he would not be recovering to come and retaliate. The force of the abyss was enclosing around him, threatening to pull him back under into the chasm of darkness, but he struggled to fight it. He tried to open his eyes, but they were as determined to stay shut as much as the darkness was determined to surround him, and he was soon weak with the effort. He could hear nothing but the soft, repetitive beeping of a heart monitor, and knew he must be in a hospital. He hated hospitals. He had had many experiences with them, and it was becoming a torment, the white was becoming to blinding every time he came in, the smell engulfing him with the whiff of stale, crisp sheets and the sickly smell of the tasteless medicine, given to ease the pain, though it only increased the ever-suffering ache.

He also now heard a new noise, a scuffling of padded feet, and the scratching of a pen on thin paper. He assumed this was the nurse, and, even though he hadn't met or seen her, disliked her at once. He hated all of the false, over-happy nurses, who only ever stole your heated blood, attached you to a drip, and took notes on you. He felt like an animal, trapped in his own cage.

The he heard a new noise. The sharp rap of a heel on the polished floor, and the quiet mutterings of this new visitor to the nurse. He couldn't hear the newcomer, but the nurse was speaking loudly.

"He's stable, miss. He's doing just fine. I'm sure he'll make full recovery."

"Thankyou." This new voice wasn't a stranger to him, but was unfamiliar. He had a vague memory, as though he had heard the voice before, but could not remember where. He strained to hear more, but the voices had stopped, instead replaced by the cushioned footfalls moving away, and the scrape of a chair being moved closer. The sudden loud noise hurt his ears. But then his discomfort was replaced by warmth, as he felt a sweaty palm take his hand and wrap itself around it. His arm hurt momentarily from the movement, but this was immediately masked by the sudden heat. It felt good, and he inwardly shivered, as the rest of his body now felt cold and clammy. He hear his company whispering in his ear, and now recognised the voice as his beloved partner, and the first thing he thought was she's safe!

But he wondered why he was talking to her. She was a big believer in the fact that dead or, in this case, comatose people couldn't hear you talking to them and that it was pointless discussing anything with them. So why was she doing it now? Had she really changed that much why he was out?

He struggled against the pressing darkness to hear her whimpered words.

"You will make this, Booth. I need you. You can fight it, you always have. Do it for me, Booth. For me. I know you can, and I know you will. All of us need you, Booth. We're all struggling without you. Knowing that anything can cut off your circulation, that at any moment you can get internal bleeding, or your lungs are under too much strain, and you could die. I don't know what I would do if you die, Booth. Work wouldn't be the same. I couldn't cope with another partner. Please, Booth. Please...."

Her words were choked by a smothered sob, and Booth felt the heat leave his hand as Brennan drew it away to wipe away the salty tear from her eye. He felt the moisture as she placed it back over his hand. Oh, how much he wanted to open his eyes, to break through the sheen of black, and whisper to her that it would all be okay. But he couldn't fight it. It was too strong.

He heard her heavy breathing as she held onto his hand. She stroked it, and occasionally pushed the hair back out of his eyes. Each small touch shivered his skin, and he longed for the next. He was desperate when she left, yearned to reach out to her when he felt the slight wetness as she kissed his forehead, her lips lingering on his skin, as if hesitant to let go. But when they did, he could still feel the mark, and would remember it.

Booth believed Brennan. He knew it had taken her a lot of guts to come and talk to him. She was always one to scold others about talking to unresponsive people, and when Brennan believed something, she stuck to it, no matter what anyone else said. She was so stubborn, and that was one of the things Booth loved about her.

He also knew that she had a lot of faith in him. But despite this faith, he knew he was getting weaker. Every second that went by was draining fluid out of him. Everyone thought he was getting better, but in fact, he was weakening, and was having to give up his fight. He didn't surrender often, but when it is at death's door, sometimes you have to do what is right.

Every movement was torture, the pain rippling through his muscles. Every breath was very gradually shorter then the last, his chest struggling to hold onto the oxygen. His brain was starting to crawl – he couldn't even recognize his partner! He knew it was only a matter of time before he would slowly fade out of existence.

But would he wake up in time to say goodbye to his partner? There were so many things he had wanted to say to her. So many things that he had implanted in his actions, but never spoken out loud. So many things he had wanted to do with her, and now knew he would never have the chance.

Brennan, I never told you meant to me. More then a partner. Since I laid eyes on you, I knew we would never be able to just be workmates.

I always put my arm around you to make sure you were protected. I always wanted to protect you against everything.

I always drove you home to make sure you were safe. I couldn't stand it if something happened to you.

You always asked why I stood in front of you when you were shot at. I couldn't live with myself if you died, yet I knew you would be fine without me.

That time under the mistletoe – I never told you how much I enjoyed that.

Whenever you hugged me if something went wrong, I held you to let you know it was okay.

When you tell me all your worries, I feel your pain.

I never told you that whenever I look into your eyes, I see our future. I see the love.

Whenever we share a meal, I always wanted it to end at someone's house.

I never told you that you were the source of my healing. Through therapy, and through hospitalisation, you were always the one who kept me going.

I should be dead multiple times over. You were the one who kept me alive.

As much as I always hated to admit, I admired your intelligence. You were right – scientists solve crimes, not cops. They just catch the bad guys.

As much as I told you that you weren't a normal human being, I knew that you were, underneath.

I never bickered with you just to make conversation. I bickered with you because that's how I deal with my emotions.

But Brennan, most of all, I never told you how much.....

"I love you..." Booth murmured.

"Booth?"

Ok, so that was ONE of the FLUFF chapters. Hoped you liked it. Please send me any more ideas for how the story should end, or just give me your thoughts. Thanks for reading!