Brennan lifted her head and looked into the eyes of the man she loved. Tears began streaming down her face. He called her Bones. She remembered how long ago she had hated the nickname he had given her. It had grown on her and she never realized how much she had missed it three past few months until that moment.
He offered her a weak smile and moved his hand to wipe away her tears. "What's all this for? He croaked.
"You know me." She managed to squeak out past her tears.
"Of course I know you, Bones." He said slightly confused.
She could hear the dryness in his voice and poured him some water which he took gratefully.
She couldn't take her eyes off of him. "I have something I want to tell you." She stated smiling the excitement evident on her face.
"What's that?" He asked.
"I am pregnant." She all but blurted.
She watch ad many emotions washed over his features. He smiled, but it looked forced, it didn't meet his eyes. She could swear that she saw sadness in his eyes.
"Congrats, Bones." He said. His head was so cloudy. He couldn't believe his ears.
She couldn't contain herself anymore and she leaned in and kissed him on his lips. She heard his heart monitor speed up and she pulled back and looked at him a look of shock upon his face.
Booth thought somehow he was trapped in a dream. First she tells him she is pregnant then she kisses him. He felt part of his heart break when the words left her mouth. He couldn't decipher what he felt when her lips met his.
"Bones? I… uh…" He watched as her expression changed. He saw her features harden and she pulled back, sitting straighter with her back rigid. He reacted wrongly, he wanted to kick himself.
"What's the last thing you remember?" she asked quietly.
Booth wasn't sure. His head felt heavy and was full of fog. He concentrated trying to bring something up. "I…I'm not really sure. I still feel kind of out of it." He answered.
He watched as tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them away. "I should tell everyone you're awake." She said abruptly and started to stand.
"Bones wait. Tell me what's going on. You can't say and do something like you just did and then walk away." He begged.
"I can't…" She started and the tears began to fall.
"What did I do?" He asked his voice catching with emotion.
"Nothing I shouldn't' have expected." She said with a hint of bitterness.
"What happened to me? Why am I here?" He asked finally maybe that would clue him in on her behavior. "Everything in my head is jumbled and I can't seem to grasp anything. What's going on ?"
"Maybe now isn't a good time." She tried.
"He tightened his grip on her hand, a little more then he should.
"You're hurting my hand Booth." He let go immediately, guilt filling him.
"I… I'm sorry." He said. "Please just tell me something."
"We had a case. You were injured." She said, hoping he wouldn't ask more, but knowing he would.
"When?"
"Early December." She answered.
"How long ago?"
"It's March now." She said quickly.
Booth's head began to swim. "So I have been here all that time?"
"No"
"Bones, Please."
"You had brain damage. Your memory was lost. We brought your home. At court you had a seizure and hit your head. You have been here almost a month now." She said throwing up all her walls to protect herself.
Booth took a deep breath, trying to register what she had said. He had so many questions, but he could tell by her demeanor that she wasn't going to answer them. At least not right now.
"You look tired. You have had quite an ordeal. You should rest, I will let everyone know your awake. Please don't tell anyone what I have told you. No one knows yet."
"Ok." He said. He still wanted to talk to her, but he could wait. She looked anxious to go and he wasn't going to stop her.
The doctor had been by to check on him. He had said it could take some time coming off the medication until Booth felt himself. He couldn't verify if he his memories would return, but was hopeful since information he couldn't remember before had reinstated itself.
Each of his friends stopped by and visited with Booth. He enjoyed their company, but he was wishing Bones would come back. They all avoided the topic of the past few months, and as much as he wanted to ask questions he could tell it was a sensitive subject for all. Visiting hours ended and he sat in his room alone. The doctors requested he stay in bed until he had completed some physical therapy.
He looked at his room phone and fought the urge to call her. He had kept her secret, but he couldn't figure out why she hadn't told anyone. She seemed so eager when she had told him. He couldn't help but wonder who the father was.
Brennan sat in her apartment. Her father had gone to bed hours before. Her body was tired, but she just couldn't fall asleep. She had gotten her hopes up. She knew she shouldn't. She knew opening herself up would cause pain. She had known that for years, had kept everyone at a safe distance.
She thought back to the conversation they had the night they made love. He had told her to tell him if he forgot they were together, but for all she knew what he remembered now could be from a time he didn't love her. She was so confused at what to do.
She would give it time. There was no real rush. She could hide the pregnancy from the others for a couple more months.
Booth woke with a start. He woke up as the rocks tumbled down on top of him. A nurse rushed into the room checking all the monitors.
"Sorry, just had a nightmare." He said sheepishly.
She smiled at him and left the room. His head felt a bit clearer when he woke. He looked to the window and saw that it was still dark. He calmed his breathing and attempted sleep once more. Eventually he drifted off and dreams took over his mind.
This dream was awkward; it seemed to skip around and was hard to follow. Then it took a turn, a turn that landed him and Bones in his bed together. Again he awoke with a start. His heart monitor sounding loudly. The nurse rushed in and looked at the man, slightly blushing.
"Another nightmare?" She smiled.
"Something like that." He mumbled.
He looked out the window and saw the sun shining through. He decided to stay awake and make progress at what was flitting through his mind. He grabbed pen and paper and began trying to make sense of what was there.
Brennan woke early the next morning. Her memories of their night together replayed through her dreams. She wanted to see Booth, though part of her told her not to go. This was the part of her trying to protect herself from more pain.
She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't play cat and mouse. She couldn't go back to the wat things were.
She went about her daily routine trying to decide how to handle the situation.
She walked down the Hallway to Booth's room filled with determination. She opened the door only to find his bed empty. She felt the blood run cold through her veins.