The Games We Play

by mychakk

Seeing Booth's lost look after he wakes up confused from his coma, Brennan impulsively sustain one delusion from his dream. And no, it's not about them owning a nightclub. But what will Booth do, when his memory returns? AU post season 4.

2. Part Two

Title: The Games We Play
Characters/Pairings: all/canon couples
Genre: Romance/ Humor/tiny bit of Drama/Angst?
Warnings: spoilers for ALL AIRED episodes
Episode: 4x26 The End in the Beginning
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/10
Status: WIP

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones nor the characters. Just playing with them

Summary: Seeing Booth's lost look after he wakes up confused from his coma, Brennan impulsively sustain one delusion from his dream. And no, it's not about them owning a nightclub. But what will Booth do, when his memory returns? AU post season 4.

Dedication: To every person who has reviewed my story Someone To Live For. THANK YOU ALL!

AN: OK, so you, my Dear Readers, managed to bribe me to post a new chapter a week earlier. When the first reviewer asked me about this, I set myself a "bribable amount" …which you have reached over the first twenty-four hours… So yeah, here is the next part.

Now, enjoy!

Xxx

Part Two

In Which She Is Swept Of Her Feet

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The next few hours were erratic, the doctors came and probed and tested Booth, then they took him for some more testes and probing, and said he needs to spend a few more nights at the hospital, before he can be released. She knew she should call their friends with the good news about him finally waking up but could not bring herself to do it right now. She has told him she was his wife. What was she thinking?! And what would they do if this comes out? So she waited until the doctors finished their testing, putting off the dreaded assault of their happy but concerned friends and family. Finally she and Booth were left alone.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Good, I guess." He told her, smiling openly at her. "Considering everything."

Brennan flushed. He gave her such a loving, pure of happiness smile, it took her breath away. She dreamed of those smiles. And now she finally had one directed at her.

"Tell me about our work." He asked her, taking her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers. There was an air of content and security when she was with him. She saw the anxious looks he sent every way as the doctors were wheeling him over the hospital for the testing. But the moment he saw her, he calmed. She felt oddly humbled by this reaction.

She stared at their hands for a moment then looked up at him. His eyes were bright, his face open, trusting. And she squashed the raising feeling of guilt. She could not take this security blanket from him now, not when his memories were still gone. But she could help him regain them.

"Ok." She nodded. "Like I told you before I work as a Forensic Anthropologist. I examine human remains, preferably the skeleton, and find out the cause of death and all additional information about the victims."

"Oh, that sounds… gross." He grimaces at her. "You really do that?"

"Well, you are not a fan of the remains." She told him matter-of-factly.

"I bet so." He smiled. "So how did I end up as an FBI Agent?"

"When you retired from the Army, you wanted to do something meaningful, and you applied to the Agency. I did not know you back then, we met five years ago, when you needed my help." She opted to tell the truth as much as she could. The less detail, the less possibility her lie would be caught right?

"Did we get along?" he asked with a smile, squeezing her hand.

She bit her lip. "No. We had an argument and didn't speak for the next year, until you needed my help again. Since then… since then we were together." She finished, lamely. But it was the truth – they were together since then, only as partners and nothing more, but still it was the truth – and so she took some comfort in this fact.

He nodded at her. "Yeah, it makes sense with the little bits of my memories that has been coming up."

She straightened eagerly. "You remember something?" she leaned into him, watching his face anxiously.

He smiled mischievously. "I remember kissing you in the rain." He told her.

Brennan flushed then smiled. "It was a great kiss."

"We can out do it." He told her, winking.

Brennan's breath quickened as she stared at him, surprised.

"Can I have a kiss from my wife now?" he asked her with a smile.

She nodded, licking her lips subconsciously. She should kiss him, right? She was supposed to be his wife after all. She leaned over him, her eyes locked with his, as she neared her face to plant her lips on his. Their eyes closed on their own as their mouths touched. It was a sweet kiss that made her whole body tingle. She could not stop the sigh that escaped her lips when his hand that was not clasping hers, sneaked behind her head, fingers sneaking into her hair.

"I see my patient is all better now." A voice startled them. Brennan quickly stepped from Booth, but her supposed husband had a big smile on his face, his hand still holding hers.

A nurse stood in the door, a tray of food in her hands. "Here you go, your lunch." She smiled sternly, but her eyes were twinkling.

"A pudding!" Booth called happily, making Brennan laugh involuntarily even if a little nervously.

"You do love your pudding." She said, relieved. Some things never change.

"Not as much as you." He shot back.

She flushed again, but couldn't stop the small smile gracing her lips. The nurse left them alone and Brennan took her place on Booth's bed. They talked over Booth's meal with him telling Brennan about the snippets of his memories and her filling in the gaps with more details.

"What? Hodgins is a bug and slime guy?" he asked laughing. "I thought he was a writer!"

"He isn't, he's a great scientist. I write." She told him, her chin raised up slightly.

"You do?" he blinked at her.

She nodded then shrugged. "The best-selling author."

He got a far-away look then a slow smile appeared on his face. "Yeah. And I'm Andy!" he told her.

"You're not Andy!" she protested in a jerk-like response.

But Booth just smiled at her knowingly. "I am, I'm your husband and your partner and he's the partner of your heroine." He pointed out triumphantly.

Brennan was about to argue but stopped hearing the husband comment. "I suppose if you put it that way…" she nodded reluctantly.

He only laughed. "Tell me more about the people at the Lab."

So she did and he listened and stared at her confused and disbelievingly, and shook his head amusingly, but essentially took it all in stride. Suddenly, he laughed happily.

She stopped talking and looked at him confused.

"I love how focused and excited you get when you work on our cases." He clarified.

She frowned. "How do you now if you don't remember?"

He shrugged, this open, happy smile still on his face. "I don't have to remember, the feeling I have here" he thumbed his chest "is enough."

Brennan looked down, shyly, her insides twisting pleasantly. But the pure admiration in his look was too much for her right now.

"Bren?" he called her, his voice slightly worried.

She looked up and tried to smile.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, the smile gone from his lips.

She felt a pang at the loss, but then panicked not sure what to tell him. "I guess I'm worried." She finally settled for the vague truth.

"Don't be. Everything will be fine." He patted her hand. "My memory seems to be returning and with you beside me, I'm sure everything will be fine."

She nodded and noticing his yawn, said. "You should try to get some sleep."

"I was asleep for the past four days." He complained.

She rolled her eyes at him in exasperation. "You were in a coma. It's hardly a peaceful sleeping."

"If you says so." He told her cheekily.

She shook her head, and got up to help him with his pillow as he laid down to get more comfortable. Their eyes locked and he smiled at her.

"I love you, Bren" he told her.

Her breath hitched and she stared into his eyes, standing motionless, transfixed by the pure emotions she could see there. Impulsively, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Sleep." She told him and watched his face as his breathing evened.

This was such a mess.

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Brennan made a few calls while Booth slept. First she called Cam to tell her Booth woke up and to ask for some time off. Cam was surprised that she wanted to take the rest of the month off, it was after all over two weeks, but Booth's health was more important to Brennan. The Forensic Anthropologist needed to make sure everything was well with him, and that no one will tell him about her not being his wife. She didn't want to add any more stress to his fragile state of mind at the moment.

The next call she made was to Rebecca. She explained what has happened, and together the women agreed that neither the father nor the son are ready for a meeting yet. Brennan promised to keep Rebecca informed and eventually to arrange a meeting with Parker.

Lastly, Brennan called Angela, but the Artist was on her way to hospital, so Brennan decided to wait for her.

"How are you?" Angela asked her as soon as she entered. They huddled in the corner of Booth's room, so they wouldn't disturb the man in his sleep.

"Alright, I guess." Brennan shrugged not really looking at her best friend.

But Angela knew her, and she was not fooled. "You guess, what's going on Bren?" she asked, leaning forward.

Brennan was quiet for a moment then looked up at her best friend. "Booth has some memory confusion."

"What?" Angela jerked back. "What do you mean, confusion? Doesn't he remember?"

"He dreamed up a different kind of reality, the one I've been telling him while he was in coma, and now he thinks it's his reality." Brennan explained, looking back at Booth, as he slept unaware of everything around them.

Angela's eyes followed her gaze. "Oh, he must feel really lost." She said sympathetically.

"He's doing better than I thought, I was telling him about all the people we work with, and it was kind of amusing to him, to learn how different it's from his memory." She sighed and looked back at Angela. "He gets the real memories too, so we've been talking about those as well. I think… I think he'll be fine." She finally said, trying to be hopeful.

Angela patted her arm, reassuringly. "I'm sure he will, he has you, Bren." She smiled.

Brennan smiled at her best friend too, feeling Angela might be right. He had her and she won't be leaving him.

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End of Part Two

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AN 2: I am overwhelmed by your enthusiastic response to this plotline – despite the apprehension the idea raised in some of you. Thank you so much for the support. It means a lot. I want to invite you all in two weeks for the next update: Part Three In Which He Remembers. This time the "bribable amount" is much higher :P so I don't plan to post earlier ;)

Once again thank you for all the encouraging words.

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