"All of you from whom God took your darling hope,
Fathers, mothers, whose soul has suffered my suffering,
All that I felt, did you feel it?" (V. Hugo translated)

24 hours earlier.

The news of Parker's death reached Brennan like spear right through her heart. Not only she loved the little man, but she was scared that this will be the end of Booth. She knew Booth's world was revolving around his son. She was afraid this will break her partner and this break will never heal. Out of selfishness she thought she should stay away, but before she could result to this decision, she found herself making flight arrangement to be back in DC the next day. She did not know, how or why or if she could help for that matter. Like Booth would say, she simply put her brain in neutral, and for once followed her heart.

Could she live the moment when Booth would be standing by his son's coffin, could she stand the idea of placing yet another child in that lonely wooden box? Would she touch the surface of the mahogany holding the precious little one or would she hold the delicate hands and touch the lifeless cold skin that was once warm and comforting? Will friends and family be there or will she be by herself again.

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Present.

He was on his knees, his nails grazing the wall in front him, marking it, remembering the day when he told Parker not to play with his red toy car near the wall for fear that it would leave marks. He kept scraping his nails till blood smeared the perfect white barrier, the pain in his hands was not easing his guilt, for taking away the red toy car from his son that day, the guilt of denying his son Oh! Few minutes of happiness, he took away that smile, and was it worth for a damn wall. He started hitting it now, hoping it will crack and maybe move away.

Brennan kept holding his shoulders her body enveloping him, trying to ease his pain; however she remained silent except for the few words she told him earlier. She eased herself between his body and the wall; she had to keep him from hurting himself further, because it felt that the more Booth was hitting the cold surface, the more the wall was winning.

His fingers closed around her shoulders and she could not but crumble to the tiles down and whimper, Booth was in his own world, he did not see nor feel her, he was attacking his own guilt now; only his blame was impersonated by Brennan, Booth saw her Perfect pale skin as his wall, so he resumed his assault on her now. His nails scratching her flawless skin, his teeth scoring her collar bone, the only sound coming from both of them is a loud groan from the back of his throat and a quiet cry passing through her lips, until he tasted the blood on his tongue he stopped and collapsed on her chest. She held her arms around his head and they both fell asleep tired and cold.

The rough feel of Booth's stubble stinging Brennan brought her back from sleep, as the first rays of the sun were coming through the window in the living room; she cradled Booth's head and moved him slowly before she could get up. She knew Booth will have a lot to deal with today, and she needed to be back, she needed her science mode, she will be Booth's brain today, organizing the full agonizing activities. First getting some heat into this apartment, she turned the heater on. Made some coffee, and placed some towels on the hot rod for later when Booth will have to shower, before getting ready to go and meet Rebecca in order to discuss the arrangements of their Son's Funeral. Then it hit her, Rebecca and Booth should be meeting to discuss which college should go to, his graduation, or the girl he got engaged to, or the wedding of their son, or even custody arrangements but never their son's death and his last resting place. "Oh! Booth" she said as she placed her palm on his forehead, he opened his eyes and held her gaze trying to figure out where he was, and if all this was just one of those heart crushing dreams. He stood up looking at her shocked, her eyes, the way she was looking at him confirmed it, and he stepped away shaking his head. She took a step forward holding her hand up to him, only to be pushed away by him, he shook his head denying everything her presence verified.

"No! Bones! No!, you are not here, I am not here, No" He shook his head fiercely

She was afraid now, not of him, but she was afraid she would not be able to convince him that it is true and that she is here to hold his hand on his last journey he takes with his son.

"Booth…" she spoke softly, he closed his eyes, willing her to go away and for himself to be back training soldiers in Afghanistan when he opened them. But she stood her ground and he was back where all of this pain started, in his apartment by the hateful wall.

Thanks for everyone for reviewing the story, you sure have encouraged me. Although the first chapter could stand alone by itself, I thought I will share the rest of the pain with you.