"Dad , Dad.. wake up, Why are sleeping in my room dad"

When no answer came from the fast asleep man, the little boy turned disappointed and went to play in the other room. The buzzing sound of the game the little boy chose to play was slowly pulling booth out his sleep. He not only heard the sound but felt vibrating next to his hip, he pushed the annoying object of the bed only to send it flying across the room as his angry words left his mouth before he could stop them "Parker ! Don't leave your toys scattered everywhere". As soon as the words were out, he was jolted from his sleep, to find his phone in pieces on the hardwood floor and his son nowhere around. Was this a dream, or was his reality a nightmare, he was not sure which one is worse, him screaming at his dead son, or in his wakefulness his son does not exist anymore. Whatever piece of his heart was left after Parker's death was turned into shards now. He looked around the darkened room, the only light coming from the blue laser digits on the wall, from the virtual alarm clock Angela had created for Parker as a gift for his 9th Birthday. The time read 2:36, what was he going to do now. He was alert, could not go back to sleep, and the sound of his young boy's in his ear was as much as it soothing to him, it was driving him crazy. He needed to do something.

The hard knock on the door terrified Brennan, however did not stop her from moving towards and opening it. "Booth… What are you doing here, are you alright?" She moved aside to let him in.

She locked the door after him, and went to join him on the couch. As soon as she sat, she noticed he was moving things from one hand to another, parts of what looked like what used to be Booth's cell phone.

She raised an eyebrow in confusion; he simply sat toying with the items in his hands. She pulled her legs on the couch, placed her arm behind booth's back and eased herself to stretch behind him, she patted the place in front of her, and when she saw the hesitation in his eyes, she simply nodded.

He lay in front of her, his back is glued to her chest; she moved her arm to wrap around him and came on top of his heart holding his hand in the process. "I am here Booth, rest now; we will talk tomorrow, close your eyes now"

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to a restless slumber.

"Bones" he called to her few minutes later.

She stroked his hand in acknowledgment.

"Bones, I broke it" his voice cracked.

"Shh Shh Booth, we'll get you another phone, it's ok"

"No Bones, it is Parker's DS"

She did not want to argue with him, he was so tired, hell she was very tired, so she simply nodded and placed her head on his shoulder, and whispered into his ear "Rest Booth, it is okay, tomorrow it will all be fine"

Who was he to argue that nothing is fine, that tomorrow nor the day after nor in ten years things would be fine, he was spent and he wanted to hold on to her words to ease the pain inside him, so he only said the first thing that came to his mind and she reassured "I promise Booth, I promise"

Sleep was not going to come to her, guilt took its place, she was metaphorically punching herself for lying to Booth, She promised him that things will sort themselves tomorrow, she was not one to give false promises, but she did what was right at the time, since when did she become so irrational… She had to come up with a plan now, for tomorrow and the day after and everyday from then on, how will she make sure to keep her promise to the only man who was worthy of peace. Booth needed help and that he came to her, she was not going to let him go until she finds a way to mend his broken heart and soul. Not that she believed in souls, but Booth did, and if he did, then this was what is important.

Getting out of the couch from behind Booth sleeping form turned out to be trickier than expected. Her right arm was numb from being under her for a long period of time, and she could not use it as leverage, and her left was held by Booth. So she gave up, and rested her head back between his shoulders listening to his breathing. She noticed as his soft snores were changing now and he began to stir. She moved her head to the nape of his neck and allowed herself to pull him out of his by whispering yet again to him.

As soon as he was awake, Booth moved to sit down, and she took the opportunity to stand up on the couch and gracefully jumping of the back of the couch. She needed to gather herself and get things in order in her apartment, but more importantly in her head.

Booth did not move a muscle until Brennan help a steaming cup of coffee in front of him twenty minutes later. He took the coffee and the bitter liquid drained the taste of sleep from his mouth. He consumed his coffee and placed the now smudged white mug on the table in front of him. Brennan gasped at the scene of dried blood

"Booth, show me your hand"

"huh… why?"

The broken bits of his phone held tight in the palm of his hand had cut his palm in his sleep. She went straight to her bathroom to get an antiseptic to clean the cut. Booth winced at the pain, but did not flinch or shy away. As soon as she covered the graze she held his palm and kissed it looking straight into his brown eyes.

"It is better now" she stated, she was not sure if she was saying that about the cut, or the situation as a whole. If only Booth's hurt could be healed with simple antiseptic and a bandage.

A/N : I know I promised you Booth is going to talk, but my Booth is still badly hurt and need some more time, please be patient with him and don't push him. He may talk faster if you send your encouragement in the form of reviews