Apologies for making so many of you so worried about Booth. He's a big, strong guy. He'll be okay. Really appreicate everyone who took the time to leave a review, guests and familiar "faces". Glad to know you're all enjoying the story. LoveShipper, Felinxx, Michelle Bones, kareneb (lol, well you know me and cliffhangers), Nelapl (how true), Victoria, Moniurek, bookwormlady, RobinAngelena, GalaxieGurl, FaithinBones, MstgSzy, jsboneslover, 554Laura, Crash22244, gatewatcher, adorkablesalad (appreciate those kind words), yoshimi0701, Poppyblue5, wentzer, regbride12, Aurorra Rose.

Hope I didn't make everyone wait too long before resolving this cliffhanger.

Brennan sat nervously in the ambulance as it sped towards the hospital, her hand holding Booth's tightly. She shouldn't have pushed him into revealing everything to her. Shouldn't have told him to leave the night before. She after all, hadn't been the only one injured in the explosion. Her eyes darted to the screen monitoring his vital signs. He was stable, she drew comfort from that fact. She heard him groan. She watched as his eyes slowly opened.

"Booth!"

The paramedic signalled to her that he wanted to check the patient.

"Sir. Can you hear me?"

"What?" Booth's voice was muffled by the oxygen mask covering his nose and mouth.

"You passed out at home. Your wife called 911."

As if only then realizing his hand was in hers, he slowly turned his head in her direction. "Bones… you okay?"

"Why are you asking me that? You're the one who lost consciousness."

"I – I was talking to you, then things got fuzzy and the room was spinning."

"Yes. I shouldn't have threw you out last night…"

"Is… not your fault Bones."

He still looked weak and his face looked pale. Brennan worried he might have aggravated his rib injuries and was bleeding internally. Her eyes again checked his blood pressure which seemed to be lower than usual.

At that moment the ambulance screeched to a stop outside the ER. The doors swung open. Their roles were now reversed from the night of the explosion. Brennan was the one waiting nervously as Booth got examined by the doctors. After hours of nervous waiting, Booth was given the all clear and allowed to go home.

"This is getting too frequent for our good." Booth remarked as Brennan entered his hospital room.

"I'm sorry."

"What the hell for?"

"Your loss of consciousness was a result of extreme exhaustion and dehydration. I'm relieved your cracked ribs were not further injured… your body is still healing and all I cared about was myself."

"What are you talking about Bones? You didn't do anything wrong. Nothin' a couple of hours in the ER hooked up to an IV couldn't cure. Besides I feel fine now okay?"

"I shouldn't have kicked you out of the house. You hardly had any rest in your truck last night. Adding the emotional and psychological stress I put on you… I'm apologizing for that."

"Not your fault. It's just… a difficult time for us now."

"And we will get through it." She offered him a small smile.

He smiled back. "I like your confidence."

"I spoke to Angela. She's taking Hank and Christine for tonight. I think Aubrey needs a break and the kids are looking forward to a sleepover with her son Michael-Vincent. I waited several hours for you. I took the time to clarify some facts with her, for example her son's name, how Hodgins got paralyzed… Sweets' death and the birth of the son he had with Daisy."

"Right. I was gonna tell you all that."

"It wouldn't have been fair to place that burden on you. It's a tremendous amount of stress. While I am upset to learn of Sweets' demise, I had time to process it. While upset about losing a friend, I now find that I'm more concerned for your well-being. I can take you home now."

"You sure? I mean I usually do the driving."

"Usually. But not all the time. I have not forgotten how to operate an automobile."

"Okay. Glad to know that one." He started to remove his hospital gown. Clad only in his boxers, he noticed Brennan's eyes on him.

"Like what you see?" He teased.

Brennan frowned. "I've seen you without a shirt on before Booth. Remember the Santa who exploded? Or when I burst in while you were naked in your tub, reading some comic book with your beer hat."

He wanted to make a flirtatious joke but stopped when he saw the serious look on her face.

She stepped towards him, her fingers brushing the bruises on his sides. "I'm sorry. I should have taken more notice, you were injured in the blast too. It wasn't fair of me to demand so much out of you."

Booth placed his index finger over her lips to silence her. "Enough of the blame game okay? You're okay and so am I. This little thing with your amnesia's tough on us but we'll get through it. Like you said."

"I'm glad we agree on something."

She helped him pull his t-shirt over his head, gently guiding his arms through the armholes. She wondered to herself why she had been so afraid to accept Booth's love for her years ago. As he pulled his shirt down, a new memory flashed in her mind. They were in their bedroom. He was removing his t-shirt. He had bruises all over his ribs much like the ones he had now. She had kissed him. They had made love.

"Angela told me you were wrongly imprisoned for three months. On the night you came home, you had bruises to your ribs. You were beaten in prison."

"You remember that?"

"Yes, it just came back to me." She wrapped her arms round his waist, mindful of his cracked ribs. She looked intently into his eyes. "Although I still have to remind myself that I'm married to you, the thought of losing you is unbearable."

"Yeah I guess we were both in love with each other for a long time. We just took an even longer time to act on it."

She gently rested her head on his shoulder, relishing the feel of being in his arms. No pressure to remember their life together as a couple. After a moment she spoke, "I remember that night when you came home. We made love. It felt very good."

Booth felt himself react to her breath on his neck, her body pressed against his and her words. He pushed her away gently, slightly embarrassed.

"Sorry." He grinned sheepishly.

"If you're referring to your erection, there's nothing to be sorry about. We're husband and wife aren't we?"

"Yeah but you can't remember much of that yet. It just doesn't feel right. I shouldn't be taking advantage of you."

"I'm very much looking forward to the return of my memories then. I failed to tell you that this morning in the shower, I remembered that our tub and shower are places where we like to engage in intercourse. It seems my body remembers that you have been the one satisfying me sexually."

"Bones…" Booth hissed. "This isn't the time and place to be talking about this."

"You're right." Brennan conceded. "Nonetheless, you still do have an excellent physique. I'm still very attracted to your impressive acromia."

"Er, thanks." Booth slowly pulled on his jeans then put on his shoes.

"We shouldn't be thinking about intercourse. Not until our physical injuries are healed at least."

"Right." Since the explosion, making love to her hadn't even crossed his mind.

"Let's go home Booth." She smiled. "I'll need you to provide directions though. My brain still cannot recall where our residence is and that one trip home from the hospital for me isn't as crystal clear as I wish it to be."

Her memory had always been excellent but her amnesia had affected her confidence in herself.

"Sure thing Bones."

The couple made it home without further incident. As they entered the house, an image flashed across Brennan's mind. Their house was a mess. Their furniture destroyed. She stopped in the middle of the family room. Booth who had been following closely behind her stopped too. He figured she might have had another memory return to her. She stood, staring at the floor. An image of Booth lying motionless on the ground, his clothes soaked with his own blood flashed across her mind. A feeling of immense fear for his life flooded her. She turned round to face him.

"You were in a firefight. In the middle of our living room. It wasn't this house. It was the house before this."

"Yeah." Booth nodded.

"You almost died."

"You remembered that night."

"I was so angry at you for making me leave with Christine. That was the night they took you away from Christine and me, to prison."

Again Booth wondered why she was remembering all the tough times in their relationship.

"I almost lost you."

"But you didn't." Booth held out his arms, and she stepped into them. He pulled her to him, holding her tightly, rubbing soothing circles round her back.

"I don't want to lose you."

"I'm not going anywhere. Promise." Though sad that she was upset, his wife's declaration brought him a measure of comfort. She wasn't going to leave him either.

She stared into his warm, brown eyes. In them she saw where she belonged. Her heart ached, regretting that she had forgotten all the memories they had created together.

"I wish I didn't lose my memories. Everything we went through brought us to this point. I'm upset I have lost all those times we had together, with the children."

"Hey you didn't lose them. This is only what? Day three? Let's give that brilliant brain of yours some time okay?"

He offered her a small smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You keep remembering stuff, so it'll all come back soon."

"My memories are coming back in flashes. I wish they would be more coherent."

"It'll all come back. I just know. Just like I knew we were meant to be together."

Brennan nodded. "I think we should get some rest. Especially since you didn't get much sleep last night."

"In our bed?"

"Of course. Last night, I let my frustrations and emotions get the better of me. I know better now. I won't make you leave again."