More fluff!

As soon as Hannah saw the doctor step into the waiting room, she was up from seat and striding over to him within seconds. "How is he?" she asked anxiously. "Is he okay?"

The doctor nodded, a little distractedly, and glanced at his pager. "Yes. Agent Booth is stable and doing well." He looked up at her and smiled. "He should make a full recovery within a couple weeks."

She nodded gratefully, feeling fresh tears—relieved tears—fill her eyes. "Can I see him?"

"He's still a little groggy, but you can head on back," he said already turning away.

"Thank you!" Hannah called to his retreating form as she hurried down the hall.

She pushed open the door to his room and quickly moved to his side, lifting his hand and pressing her lips to his knuckles. "Seeley?" she murmured, resting a hand against his pale face. "Seeley, can you hear me?"

He groaned quietly, turning into her hand, his body shifting on the bed. "Seeley?" she said again, leaning closer to him, her voice soft and encouraging.

"Uh," he groaned. His fingers tightened around hers. "Bones…"

Hannah leaned away from him as if burned. "What?" she said and her voice had lost all its softness.

He was still out of it, groggy from the drugs and the blood loss. He opened his eyes and blinked at the light. "Bones?" he breathed again, gripping Hannah's hand like it was his lifeline.

"No, Seeley," she said. "It's me. It's Hannah."

His grip loosened at her words. He let out a long breath, his eyes drooping shut again. "Where's Bones? Where is she?"

She pulled her hand from his feeble grip. "She's in Atlanta for a conference," she told him roughly. "She's flying back now."

He was almost gone now, slipping away fast, pulled back under by the morphine. "Bones…" Her name was a sleepy sigh, drifting from his lips as he fell asleep.

—BB—

Hannah pushed open the door and found Booth sitting up in bed, his bandaged leg stretched out before him. When he saw her, he smiled. "Hey, babe," he said softly, his voice still a little thick.

"Hey," she said, coming to a stop at the foot of his bed.

He gave her a slightly confused look. "What are you doing down there?" he asked.

She shrugged and looked at her feet. "Nothing," she mumbled.

"What's wrong?" he asked, too tired to even pretend to buy her denials.

She shrugged again. "You just…" She lifted her head and met his gaze. "You said Temperance's name when you were all groggy and drugged up."

"I did?"

She nodded. "You wanted her not…" She trailed off and dropped his gaze again. "Not me."

He sighed and reached out a hand towards her. "Hannah," he said softly. "C'mere." She looked at him, her eyes doubtful. "Come on," he said again. "Don't make a wounded man beg."

She smiled at that and grudgingly moved into his reach. "Bones and I—we go way back," he said, taking her hand. "I've known her forever. Asking for her is just a testament to how long we've been friends. And anyway," he said, his voice softening, "you shouldn't listen to anything I say when I'm on morphine. Bones said I asked to speak to JFK when I was waking up from brain surgery."

"Really?" she asked.

He nodded. "Really."

—BB—

Brennan rushed out of the airport and jumped into the first cab she saw, breathlessly rattling off the address of the hospital Hannah had given her over the phone. They arrived a scant thirty minutes later and she ran inside, dragging her suitcase behind her. She hurried over to the receptionist desk and practically accosted the nurse. "Seeley Booth," she said. "I'm looking for Special Agent Seeley Booth. He's…He's my partner. What room is he in?"

The nurse behind the desk typed something into the computer. Clicked the mouse a couple times before looking up at Brennan, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, but Agent Booth checked himself out over an hour ago."

—BB—

"Booth, I really think I should stay. The doctor was really annoyed that you checked yourself out yesterday."

"Hannah," Booth said softly. "I'm fine. I have movies, comic books…" He lifted the pill bottle resting beside him and gave it a shake. "…pain meds," he added with a grin.

She smiled too, reluctantly. "I know. I just…"

"Hannah, I'm fine," he assured. "Go to work. Break some rules. I'll be okay."

—BB—

The knock came in the middle of the morning news and despite himself, Booth felt his heart rate surge. "Come in!" he called.

The door opened immediately, but Brennan didn't move from the doorway. She looked a little frantic, a little pissed off, and very sleep deprived. "You checked yourself out of the hospital." It sounded like an accusation.

He shrugged. "They patched me up, gave me some pain meds…" He trailed off, not meeting her eye. "I'm pretty much good to go."

She took a step into the room. Just one, but it was something. "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you call?"

"I was a little busy getting a bullet removed from my thigh, Bones," he mumbled, letting a little of his frustration seep into his tone.

For a moment, she was silent, regarding him. He suddenly felt very far away from her. "I'm not your emergency contact anymore, am I?"

He looked down at his lap and shook his head. "No, I…I changed it a couple weeks ago."

"To Hannah." It wasn't a question.

He nodded. He wanted to apologize for something, but he didn't know what. "To Hannah," he confirmed. He swallowed and looked away from her face again. He couldn't bear to see the hurt that flashed through her eyes. "Maybe you should go, Bones," he suggested softly.

"You want me to go?"

No. "Yes."

She sighed. Took a step back. Paused. "Did I do something?"

Yes. "No."

"Booth…"

"Please," he breathed, "just go."

"Are you angry with me?"

He closed his eyes. "Bones…"

"What did I do?"

He turned towards her. "I said your name."

She frowned. "You said my—"

"In the hospital, after my surgery, I was calling out for you. I wanted you, Bones, but you weren't there."

"Booth, I'm—"

"Why can't you just…just get out of my head?" His voice was raw, desperate. "Why won't you let me move on?"

She shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm not trying to stop you," she said softly.

"Do you know what I told her? Do you know what I told Hannah?" She shook her head weakly. "I made up some bullshit about calling out to JFK when I was waking up from my coma, but we both know that's not true. I called out to you after my brain tumor, because I was in lovewith you."

She swallowed and swiped the tears from her cheeks. "I should go…"

"I don't want to love you anymore," he breathed raggedly. He was crying too. "I can't go through that again. It hurt, Bones. It hurt so much. And I thought I loved Hannah; I though I was in love with her, but it's you, Bones, it's always been you. When I'm scared, you're the one I want. When I'm hurt, I want you to hold my hand. Even my dreams want you, Bones. That's how deep you run in me."

She was silent and still in his doorway. He watched her, his eyes sad and dark. "Do you think it's easy for me, seeing you with Hannah?" she asked quietly. He didn't answer and she didn't wait for him. "When I thought Russ had died, who did I turn to for comfort? When Zach was gone, whose shoulder did I rest my head on? When I was…" She broke off and sucked in a ragged breath. "When I was buried underground, scared and alone, who did I…"

"Bones…"

She looked away. "I wrote a letter to you."

"What?"

"Hodgins, he…he wrote a letter to Angela, to tell her he loved her. And I…I wrote a letter to you, Booth."

"You did?"

She nodded. Met his eye. "I dream about you, too."

"You do?"

She smiled at him then, and her face suddenly softened. The fear was gone, the panic, the anger. "Of course I do," she whispered and within seconds, he was struggling to his feet, limping over to where she stood.

"Bones," he murmured, smiling. "C'mere."

She moved into his open arms. Circled her arms around his waist. Rested her head on his chest. "You shouldn't be standing," she informed him, her voice muffled in his shirt.

"I wanted to hold you," he told her, pressing his cheek to her hair.

"I would've come to you."

"You've come far enough."

She lifted her head and looked into his face. "So is this it?" she asked hesitantly. "Are we…"

"You're my girl," he said, pressing his lips to her forehead. "And I'm your guy. Got it?"

She nodded. "Got it."

So I really liked this one, and I hope ya'll did too. I know there's no explicit break up scene, but I think it's pretty obvious that it's headed in that direction. Review please! And if you have any suggestions about ways to get rid of Hannah, please let me know. I've already gotten a few that were really interesting!