I'll make it quick
Now exams are over I will be updating more quickly and this story should be finished shortly
Once again thankyou to those who reviewed and gave ideas. Sorry if i made the last chapter more confusing but i am gradually answering the quesitons.
This chapter is rated M, so if people are young, you might not want to read this.
For those who are older, i couldn't make it too M - you'll see what I mean
Please read and enjoy (hopefully)

When Brennan woke up, her room was dark. Her neck ached from the awkward position she was in. She moved her legs, her jeans crackling against the sheet. She realiased she was still fully clothed, and that a blanket had been placed over the top of her. She sat up, ignoring the dizziness overtaking her brain, and a damp cloth slid off her face. She looked at the digital clock, the letters falshing red.

3 AM.

She groaned and lay back down, throwing the pillow over her eyes to block the images that flashed behind her eyes. Booth walking in the door, a smile upon his face. It was impossible, yet she knew that deep down, she had believed it all along.

So Booth was alive. Many questions rang around her head. How? She had heard his heart stop. Why was there no record of Booth at the hospital? Was that really him who had rung the phone? And the biggest question of all – why had the doctors told her he was dead? Was that Booth's doing? No, she knew he wouldn't hurt her like that again. Her head throbbed. She was used to answering questions with facts, evidence. But here – ther was nothing.

Failing to meet sleep, she rubbed her eyes and slowly stepped out of bed. She stood there for a moment, undecisive of what to do. Finally she decided to check the living room.

She knew he was gone before she saw the empty couch. But she knew he had been there the previous night – what other rational explanation could explain the blanket and cloth? She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. It grudginly parted under her fingers. She went to the kitchen and opened a cabinet she rarely used. Inside was some medication. She didn't often take drugs to force her into sleep, but she knew she needed it. She hesitantly pulled out 2 tablets and knocked them back, running them down with water. Then she stood against the bench. She had to do something – she knew the drugs would take awhile to kick in, and she didn't want to meet that painful experience of memories.

Instead she once again walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She looked awful. She had light circles under her eyes, and her face was ghostly pale – not that ghosts existed. She knew she needed the forced sleep, and hoped it was dreamless – she was afraid of what she'd find once she closed her eyes.

Instead she stepped into the shower, washing all the unanswered questions momentarily away down the drain with the soap. She soaked in the soothing water, burning her skin, but she ignored it. The water turned cold, but it was a nice contrast to the hot liquid before it. She only turned off the taps when to cold was too much.

As soon as she stepped out, she knew the drugs were working. She was suddenly very tired, and had to hold onto the sink to keep upright. She drew on her pajamas, the soft material flowing over her skin. Then she crawled into bed, and was in a dreamless sleep in minutes.

*

When she woke again, light was streaming in under the curtains. She blinked against the sun and looked at her clock.

10 AM

Brennan gasped. She was late for work. The only time she was late was when she was sleeping with a guy.

She hoped Angela didn't get the wrong idea.

Just then the phone rang.

"Hello?" she slurred.

"Hey, sweetie! You're late! Is there a guy there?"

Predictable.

"No, Ange. I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep and took some drugs to help me. I just woke up late."

She heard the surprise in Angela's voice. It was known to her that Brennan rarely used tablets.

"So when are you coming in?"

Brennan thought of the time length between her apartment and the Jeffersonian. Her head throbbed at the thought of thinking. She made a quick decision.

"I might just take the day off today, Ange."

There was a stunned silence. It was one thing for Brennan to be late, then to use medication, but to skip work? It wasn't like her. "O...k," Angela said, trying not to sound confused. "Call me if you need anything."

"Thanks Ange." Brennan hung up before she could say any more. She swung her legs over the bed, now wide awake. The pills had done there job – she was no longer tired. But she knew there would be side effects.

Once she saw the kitchen, she realised she was starving. She made scrambled egss, eating them slowly, savouring the flavour. The food seemed to help – her head stopped thumping. She made it to her bedroom, and threw on a singlet shirt and jeans, without bothering with her ususal jewellrey or belt – no-one would see her anyway.

She had just sat down to watch TV when her doorbell rang. For some reason, her heart jumped – but that was impossible. A heart is held in place by many veins and can't move; otherwise the body would break down. Brennan was glad she could think clearly now. She reached forward and turned off the TV, and then walked to the door. But it had already been opened, its occupant standing in the doorway, a grin on his face.

"Booth?"

*

"Booth?" she queried, her face a mixture of emotions – shock, disbelief, relief, excitement, and a slight hint of annoyance.

He didn't respond. Instead, he walked across the room and grabbed her hips. He looked into her eys only breifly before he pressed his lips to hers fiercly. Her mouth parted in surprise, and Booth took his chance to slip his tongue in. Brennan didn't respond, but didn't object either – she was in pure shock. Finally she moved, pressing back with even more ferocity. Booth was surprised at her fire, but kept his mouth on hers, tasting the flavour. She was pushing onto him with force, and they moved back, ending up in a wall. This was nothing like the mistletoe kiss, which had been light and compassionate – this was all about fury. He had handed her delicately then, not sure of her response. Now he knew that she didn't care what he did to him. This was the type of kiss that they each did to there boy/girlfriends, but had been longing to do to each other.

Finally they broke for breath. Booth looked deep into her blue eyes, and then hungrily started kissing her neck. Brennan sighed, still caught for breath.

"What....are....you....doing....here.....Booth..."She managed to gasp out.

She felt Booth pause and look up at her. "I just came out of the hospital." He sounded puzzled, as though he thought she knew where he was.
Brennan was confused. Many questions were running through her mind, but they were unspoken as Booth pressed his lips against hers once more. Her voice was stopped for several minutes by the sweet taste of Booth's mouth.

Finally he let her breath again. Brennan took her chance.

"There was no record of you at the hosptial."

Booth grunted, not breaking his lips from the hollow of her throat. But when the silence kept on, he quickly broke his lips off her skin, not wanting her pale flesh to leave his lips. He wanted this to last, in case she changed her mind.

"Wh had to. FBI stuff," he muttered, and then went back to her throat, the side this time. Brennan shivered. She had watned to know what it was like to have Booth kiss her, more then the awkward misteltoe kiss. And now, unexplainably, he had heard her thoughts, and now here he was. She desperately wanted to know everything, but she didn't want to interrupt the passion. It was like a mirage – is she blinked it would diasappear. So she let Booth continue to send her to heaven.

Suddenly she thought of somehitng that she desperately wanted to get out.

"Booth?"

He grunted again, now kissing her ear, the shivers ricketing through her spine. "You never told me what you dreamt about." She felt him pause. His light stubble brushed against her cheek. She sighed in pleasure.

He murmured his answer again her skin, muffled.

"What?" she asked, only half the word gasping out. She barely moved her mouth in case Booth took his off.

"I'll show you."

She had a feeling she knew what it meant, and was right. She once again had mixed feeling when he reached around her waist, his hand touching the small of her bak. He had touched her there many times beofre, but somehow this signified a different meaning. She quivered uncontrollably, and wrapped her arms around his muscular frame for support. Booth had his mind set on a goal. He breathed in her heavenly scent, running his hands up and down her back. She trembled as she felt her shirt run up her back, adn then felt Booth peel it off.

She was right. Her dream was coming true. Booth continued to kiss her, not allowing her to breathe. Still with her eyes shut, Brennan reached up and undid his tie, then letting it drop uselessly to the floor. Then she blindly grabbed the front of his cottin shirt and pulled.

A sharp ripping sound filled the room.

The broke apart, then looked down. Buttons lay scattered on the floor, a ripped shirt in Brennan's hand. She grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry," She breathed. "I always wanted to do that." Booth grinned, dazzling her with that smile she loved. He then went back to run his hands up and down her sides, admiring her shapely body. Brennan, too, took in his chest, the muscles straining against the skin. She held her hands to his chest, reached up and delicately kissed his mouth, running her hands over his muscular chest. She felt him reach for the waistband of her jeans, felt him undo the small button that held them together, felt them slide down her legs and onto the floor. She was now purely in only her lingerie and she quickly made sure that he was in the same state. Unconsiously they moved towards Brennan's bedroom, running into walls on the way. They made it to the bed, and were soon on top of it.

Before she knew it, Brennan was in a pure state of bliss. She let Booth show her how he handled women, and made quite a few nail marks in his back. They moved in rhythm, rolling around on the bed. She felt Booth stroke her hair out of her face.

"I love you..." he whispered.

This brought on a new session of love. Brennan got the full view of Booth's muscular body, and couldn't stop admiring it. She could feel his eyes constantly on her own skin, his hands running over the pale flesh.

She was exhausted after only a few minutes – he was a fierce tiger. She ran her body against him, feeling his gasp of satisfaction, pleased to be gratifying him. The last thought she had before her mind was completely taken over was Angela. Her 'friends-with-benifits' dream was now coming true. After thinking this, she let Booth take her to heaven.

Sorry - i know it is once again very vague but I'm only 13, and my friends also read these, so i can't make it too bad - sorry if people expected more. But hopefully you can understand my position.
So please tell me what you are thinking right now. And any ideas for the rest are much appreciated and taken into consideration - any ideas i use will be noted in my A/N.
Thanks for bothering to read this!