Booth eased himself onto the hospital bed. The ICU nurse tried to keep him from getting up to use the bathroom but there was no way he was going to use a bed pan to relieve himself. They argued again when she went to follow him into the adjacent bathroom. He told her it was bad enough his ass was hanging out of the back of gown. "There are parts of me only my wife has the privilege to see." He had declared. They compromised at having her wait outside the open door.

His impatience had grown exponentially from the moment the doctor left to talk to Bren. He said an hour. It's been two. He thought. It was not that he wanted to see the doc again but to see Bren. What I must have put her through last night. Of course, he knew, outwardly she would understand that his confusion upon waking with no recognition of her was medically explainable. But underneath that staunchly practical cover there existed a woman with a deep wound. The men in her life had nasty habits of walking out on her, of forgetting her. Too bad his amnesia wasn't kind enough to wipe away the memory of her look of disbelief and disappointment when he asked her who she was. For four years he had worked to heal that wound. To show Bren that he was a man she could trust to never walk out on her.

Finally settled back into bed the nurse checked his IV.

"Dr Jursic called, he and Dr Brennan are on their way."

On cue the docor entered his room followed by Bren. Annoyed that he could barely see his wife from behind the doctor, his fears were confirmed as she took a distant position from his bed, unwilling to meet his eyes.

"Agent Booth, the nurses tell me you've been a bit difficult."

"Yeah, well, when a man can do for himself, he should. Doc, can I get a minute with my wife? Alone?"

The doctor turned to Bones, "Remember what we discussed." He motioned to the nurse to depart with him, leaving the couple.

Booth raised his hand to encourage her to come closer, "Bren, about last night...I'm so sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for Booth." she interrupted him as she slowly stepped to his bed side, allowing him to take her hand.

'Shit' he thought, she really is pissed.

"You're angry."

"What, no? Why would I be angry Booth?"

"Yes you are. If you weren't you wouldn't be calling me Booth." He clutched her hand closer, feeling a hesitation and pull from her. He squeezed a little tighter as he continued.

"You only call me Booth when we are working a case or when you are angry. Bren, honey, I am so sorry for scaring you last night." He pleaded, searching her face to make eye contact. "But in my defense," he said in lighter tone, "I do have a hole in my head."

Bones finally looked into his eyes. She had been distracted by the warmth of his hand as it held on to hers.

"The craniotomy was performed at the lambdoid suture between the occipital and temporal bone. Dr Jursic re-fused the suture after removing the tumor. No bone was removed that would have left a hole."

Bones abruptly stopped when she heard Booth chuckle. He brought her hand to his lips and softly kissed her knuckles.

"Don't ever change Bren." he said, smiling up at her. Then his eyes became serious with sincerity. "You know, I could never forget you Bren. I'd never leave you like that."

Bones gasped, nodding her head, she answered in a whisper, "I know."

"Good, so can you drop the 'Booth'? Outside of work, the only time I like to hear you call me that is when you have on that tight skirt and the frilly cream blouse and those magnification lenses with the bid chunky frames." His eyes danced with mirth as his voice took on a low sexy tone, "'Mr. Booth, you know there is no talking during study hall period.' I just love that sexy librarian look."

Bones suddenly felt panic run through her body. You can do this, she assured herself. She pulled her hand from Booth's to anxiously adjust the bed sheet. Her hand shook as it grazed his pectoral muscle. Taking a deep breath, she settled her hand over his heart.

"Seeley," came awkwardly from her lips, "We need to talk with Dr Jursic."

Booth closed his eyes in relief at hearing his name from her.

"Hope he has an idea about when I can get out of here. Parks' got a Little League game this weekend, I'd hate to miss....Argh, Parker, kid must be scared out of his mind. You've talk to him right? How's he handling this?"

"Yes, I kept Rebecca informed on your condition. Parker, he ah..uhm, went to church to say a prayer for you and lit a candle. I told him you'd be very happy to know he did that."

"Thank you Bren."

"For what?"

"For understanding. I know you'll never share my, how do you put it, archaic belief system but, you know, you understand it's part of who I am." He smiled lovingly at her. "And it's one of the many reason why I love you."

Booth took her hand from his chest and gently pulled her to him. His other hand coming up to her face to cup her cheek. Bones exhaled a shakey breath as her lips made contact with his. Pulling back, his hand swept the stray strands of hair from face.

Bones stepped out of Booth's embrace, shocked by what had just transpired.

"I'm going to bring Dr Jurcis back in. We need to discuss your recovery. You may need some rehabilitative therapy."

"Sure, whatever I need to do to get me out of here and back home with you Bren."

This came out fluffier than I intended. Hope y'all like. Can't promise more until next weekend.