This one is short but I thought it needed to stand alone. It looks like my readers are dying down. I may just end this sooner then I had planned. If interest has been lost I can move on to something else.

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After dinner with Brennan, Max decided to go see Booth at the hospital. When he walked into the room he could see the man staring intently at the board filled with photos and information about his life.

Just fixed A typo. ty Bookwormlady for pointing it out.

"Evening Booth." He stated.

Booth looked to the man and then back at the board. His photo wasn't located on the board. He could see Booth looking at him questioningly.

"Hello?"

"Hi I am Temperance's father Max. I'll see if they can get you a photo, if you don't mind me coming by to see you." Max stated.

"Why wouldn't I want you here?" Booth asked.

Max winced when he heard the slur and how slowly the man spoke. He didn't hear the vibrance and tenacity he would usually hear coming from the man.

"Well you did arrest me for murder, but we do actually get along." Max said with a smile. "Let me explain. One of your Bosses wasn't a good man. He tried to shoot my son at the diner while eating with you. He broke into Temperance's apartment where he was killed. I was acquitted of all charges. You were actually the essential key to my daughter letting me back in her life. I never thanked you for that. I also want to thank you for protecting her. I made you promise me that you would, and you have never failed in that."

"You're welcome?"

"My daughter means the world to me. I could never do anything to thank you enough for everything you have done for her." Max said sincerely. "I lost her years ago and you helped bring us together. From what I understand you have been blown up, shot, all that just happened and so much more to keep her safe."

"So I am a good man?" He asked earnestly.

"Booth, you are probably the best man I have ever known or will ever know. Why are you questioning your character?" Max asked.

"I have all these notes and I hear what people have told me today, but people keep telling me about how good I am at my job, that I have skills, and some have mentioned bravery and such like that. But I know things that I have done early in life. I know my early history and now I am over 40 years old and I have a kid, but I have never been married and I am not with anyone. All these people that come talk to me are my friends. I don't hear anything negative from them. They make me out to be someone I know I can't be." He explained.

"Look son, I don't know a whole lot about you, but from everything I have witnessed you are dedicated and honorable. You arrested me and my son because you had to. At the same time you made allowances to help us whenever you could even though it went against your duty. You let my son go to the hospital to see his sick step child. You found people to stand up for him in order to get I lighter sentence. You made a Christmas with our family while we were incarcerated. You even took some of your time with your son to make our Christmas complete. Those are not things that a bad man does. Do you think I would ask you to take care of my only daughter if you weren't a good man?"

Booth smiled slightly. "I guess not."

"My daughter cares a lot about you. She would be right here by your side day and night if it didn't hurt her to see you like this. She thinks it is her fault that you got hurt this way. You got her out of the way and the landslide crushed you. She will kill me if she knows I told you this, but she is in love with you, she is just afraid. I am afraid that is my fault and I am sorry for that. I am working on her though."

"She loves me? So I am not crazy?"

"No son, you're not crazy, but if you asked her right now she would probably deny it or skip around it. She has been deeply hurt in the past. She has closed herself off to protect herself, but you have been whittling away at her all these years. She has opened up more to you than anyone ever has. She went back in to look for you even after she was injured. She broke down afterwards. All those people on that board and more love you and respect you." Max explained. "I would be proud to have you as a son-in-law someday."

"Thank you, Max. I would be honored to have you here anytime, though I may not remember tomorrow. Please have someone bring that picture by. You are definitely someone I want to remember. Can you tell me more about her? Maybe write some stuff down for me that she won't get angry about."

Max and Booth talked until the nurses announced he had to leave because visiting hours were over. Booth felt better after talking to Max than anyone else he had spoken to since he woke up today. He prayed that somehow he would be able to remember all of this in the morning. He had been able to avoid the voices the whole time Max was there.

Though the voices tried to be comforting, they unnerved him tremendously. He hadn't heard his mother's voice since he was a little kid. He would like to think that she was sent by god to help him through this, but it also scared him. He was already stuck in the hospital; he didn't want a padded room. One of the symptoms mentioned hearing voices, maybe that was it.

He found himself fighting sleep, he didn't want to forget. Bones loves him and deep down he knew he loved her too. If only he could remember. Thought of her ran through his mind as he drifted off to sleep. Once again his dreams were full of voices and clues to his past.