A/N: Hi! It's me again :) Because y'all wrote such great reviews again, here's a new chapter! And, no, this time there's no long list of reviewers at the bottom, it's all fic :) I hope you like it! :D

And, thanks for all your suggestions/requests, if you don't find them in this chapter, I'll probably try to include them in the next :)

And I have to give CSINaomi credit for the guy hug idea! Thanks! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own bones. Never have. Never will.

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Brennan's POV

I walked through the hospital in my Roxie dress, carrying huge plastic bags filled with things Booth might remember. The clicking sound of my heels drew attention, and the rest of my appearance caused people to stare at me until I disappeared out of sight. I briefly doubted if putting on the dress was as good a choice as I'd thought it was, but shook the thought out of my head. This was for Booth, if people stared at me, so be it. An elevator ride later, I realized I should've put a coat over the dress. However, the expression on Booth's face when I walked into his hospital room made up for all of it. He was just as speechless as the first time he had seen me in this dress.

"Temperance, what.. why are you wearing that?" He stuttered.

"You picked it out for me. I thought you might remember."

"Why would I have ever wanted you to wear that?"

"We were undercover in Las Vegas."

"You look…"

"Hot?" I finished the sentence for him with the word I knew he was thinking. I saw a blush creeping up his face. Heh. Who said I wasn't good with people?

"Anyway," I dumped the plastic bags at the end of his bed and pulled the chair closer, "I brought a lot of things we can go through."

He sat up against the frame of his hospital bed, preparing for what was next. I picked up one of my bags and pulled out a photo album. I opened it and put it on his lap, positioning my chair parallel to his bed so I could explain the photos to him.

"Just so you know, I'm seeing this album for the first time. Angela made it, so she probably put a lot of photos I had no idea she'd made in there." I said, speaking the truth.

We looked at the first page. Angela had named the album by cutting letters out of magazines, forming the following phrase: Reasons Why I Love Security Cameras.

I swallowed. Maybe I shóuld have looked at the album before bringing it. I turned the page. The background was a bright red, the corners decorated with a plant I recognized as mistletoe. A note covered the photo in the middle. Slightly terrified, I read what it said. Sweetie, don't kill me for this. It was already hard enough to get Cam to hand me over the security tapes of the camera in your office, though it was definitely worth the effort. I can't believe you never told me about this! Anyway, there's no way Booth will get through this whole album without remembering anything. And keep in mind what a great friend I've been when you're trying to come up with places to dump my body, please. Angela.

My fingers trembled as they removed the note. What the hell had Angela done?

The grainy picture showed me, Booth and Caroline standing in my office. Well, Caroline was the only one just standing, I was gripping Booth's lapels while kissing him. It didn't look like I was kissing my brother. And honestly, it hadn't felt like it. Remembering the person next to me, I looked up at Booth.

Booth's POV

How could I not remember this? It was right in front of me, a picture of the beautiful woman next to me kissing me. And I had no idea how I had felt, how I had dealt with it afterwards, how she had reacted. Then, I noticed that she was looking my way. Her eyes were searching mine for a hint of recognition that, sadly enough, wasn't there.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember."

I saw her eyes tear up immediately. I cursed myself, my body, my brain, for growing a tumor. She blinked a few times, forcing the tears that had been forming back inside. Desperately needing to do sómething, I put my arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. She rested her head against my shoulder and put one arm around my waist. She half-sniffed, half-laughed. Questioningly, I looked at her.

"You haven't been awake for a day, and you're already making me 'guy hug' you?"

My questioning look stayed in place. What was she talking about?

Her face started to mimic my expression.

"You know, the guy hugs. Well, you don't remember them, but sure you must know what they are, right?"

"Guy hugs?"

"Yes. You told me that I was essentially a man to you, as a partner." How could I have ever said that? "So when I was scared, I hugged you. Like a guy."

"Guys..do not hug."

"Then why did you tell me they do?"

I can think of a few things. "I don't know."

Brennan's POV

He had made the guy hugs up. What did this mean? Had he enjoyed being close to me? Had he just wanted to comfort me? The most frustrating was that I knew asking him wasn't an option. Neither of us had any insight into whatever Booth had been thinking back then. I felt him move under the arm that I'd placed around his waist. He scooted over to one side of the bed, inviting me to sit on the other, now empty, half. Hesitating for a moment, I climbed up on the bed and couldn't help the thrill his proximity sent through my body. Turning my attention back to the photo album, I flipped the page.

The next photo was one of me and Booth sitting on the steps towards the platform, dressed as Wonder Woman and a squint. Or Clark Kent. Booth snorted.

"Why did I dress like a total nerd?"

Slightly offended, I answered him. "Not a nerd, a squint."

"A what?"

"You used to call me and the rest of the team 'squints'. Because we squint at things."

"Bones, Squints. Why did I use all these weird names?"

Suddenly, as if a dam had been holding it back, I realized everything. He didn't remember me, he didn't remember the diner, he didn't remember all our late night conversations over take out, he didn't remember me blackmailing him, me kissing him, me hugging him, he didn't remember me at all. The one person I had counted on not to leave me didn't remember me. The tears I had pushed inside minutes ago came flowing out.

Booth's POV

One moment, she was explaining my odd behavior to me. The next, she was sobbing into my chest, her arms clutching around me. What had I done? She answered to my unspoken question, though she didn't stop crying. I could hear her soft voice murmuring into my chest. "You're supposed to be there for me, you're supposed to know me. You're supposed to remember these things." Instinctively, I put my arms around her and started stroking her hair. "I will… Bones." I decided to use the nickname I had once given her. Wrong choice. At hearing it, she started sobbing even harder. I couldn't stand this, watching her like this, knowing it was all my fault. "Bones?" I repeated. She looked up at me. Her bright blue eyes captured mine and I found myself mesmerized. As if I couldn't help it, my lips inched closer to hers, not stopping until they touched. I briefly pressed my mouth against hers, then leaned back, still looking at her, now confused, eyes. This time, I knew the right thing to say.

"I remember that."

And it was the truth.

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