No words, My tears won't make any room for more,
And it don't hurt like anything I've ever felt before,
this is no broken heart,
No familiar scars,
This territory goes uncharted...
Just me, in a room sunk down in a house in a town, and I
Don't breathe, no I never meant to let it get away from me
Now, I've too much to hold, everybody has to get their hands on gold,
And I want uncharted.
Stuck under the ceiling I made, I can't help but feeling...
I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started, it's all uncharted...
La la la-a-a-a.
Oh-h-h.
Each day, countin' up the minutes, till I get alone, 'cause I can't stay
In the middle of it all, it's nobody's fault, but I'm
So low, never knew how much I didn't know,
Oh, everything is uncharted.
I know I'm getting nowhere, when I only sit and stare like...
I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started, it's all uncharted.
Jump start my kaleidoscope heart,
Love to watch the colors fade,
They may not make sense,
But they sure as hell made me.
I won't go as a passenger, no
Waiting for the road to be laid
Though I may be going down,
I'm taking flame over burning out
Compare where you are to where you want to be, and you'll get nowhere
I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out of foolproof ideas, so don't ask me how
To get started.
Oh-h
I'm going down,
Follow if you want, I won't just hang around,
Like you'll show me where to go,
I'm already out, foolproof idea, so don't ask me how
To get started, it's all uncharted...
Uncharted by Sara Bareilles
"Dr. Hendrickson!" Kylie yelled as she caught up to Dr. Hendrickson. Dr. Hendrickson raised his eyebrow at his young nurse curious.
"Yes, Kylie?" asked Dr. Hendrickson.
"The author, Dr. Temperance Brennan's EEG waves are changing. Her cerebral cortex is much more active. Maybe the TBI wasn't as bad as we thought or maybe the swelling has decreased drastically?" Kylie said as she tried to keep up with Dr. Hendrickson's strides toward her room.
Three, two and finally, Brennan thought to herself as she stepped off the last step into a small room. The room was cozy and warm with a huge flame ablaze inside an interesting glass piece. The walls were white on the inside, the building was brick. Brennan cocked her head and looked out the window to the ship at sea. It was early morning the sun was going to be rising soon.
She stepped forward out onto the balcony of the light house. She could see the ship better now, the storm had passed and clear skies were here now. High above the sea she surveyed her surroundings from atop the balcony and smiled. The skies were clear, the sea calm, birds flew and squawked around her, she lifted her arms up to rest them on the thin railing, but shook one arm out feeling its numbing weight she wondered why it felt so heavy?
Dr. Hendrickson, Kylie and another nurse named Heather watched as Brennan's EEG waves seemingly evened out only occasionally showing overactive sensory input and perception of the world around one. It was likened to a dream and written off as 'normal'.
Booth was still asleep on Brennan's arm, no one woke him. For it was only a change in her EEG waves and a few other monitors. It was no need to get his hopes up, so he melded himself into her body and fell asleep.
Brennan realized she still had the bottle in her hand. She looked out at the ship and for some reason she longed to touch it.
"Her fingers twitched!" Kylie said excited.
"Give her room, let her be. She is most likely going to be confused." Dr. Hendrickson reminded the nurses.
Empty bottle in hand Brennan dangled it over the balcony, almost tempting something to go wrong. She dared it to drop as she dangled it over the edge. She looked to the ship sailing toward her and opened up her hand which held the bottle. She went wide eyed as she watched the bottle plummet back toward the earth. The ship was becoming bigger and bigger as it neared shore, and the bottle smaller and smaller.
Brennan's eyes started to flutter open. The first thing she noticed was she was in a hospital, no, the first thing she noticed in her haze like state was him. Booth's head was on her arm, her circulation was cut off, but she didn't dare wake him. The light had painted patterns on his face. She felt something in her mouth and started to cough. She lifted her free arm up and brought her hand to her mouth. Kylie and Heather were at her side in an instant. Kylie checking her vitals and slowly explaining what Heather was doing. Soon the tube was out and Brennan was looking at them curiously.
In a dry cracking voice she whispered, "What happened?"
Kylie smiled at Heather as Dr. Hendrickson started, "Do you know where you are Dr. Brennan?"
"In a hospital?" she wondered with Booth still out on her tear stained arm. She looked at him and frowned.
"Yes, yes you are. Do you recognize the man next to you?" asked Hendrickson.
Brennan inhaled a shaky breath and then released it.
"It's okay if you don't remember right away. It's common for comatose patients to have a foggy memory at first." Hendrickson went on, but Brennan cut him off.
"I remember him." Brennan said as she took her free hand and gently ran her fingers through his hair. A caress, for him to drift into her once more and to wake in the safe harbor she had dared to offer him.
"That's good Temperance. Can you tell me who he is?" Hendrickson asked and Brennan looked at her tear stained arm and Booth's worn face.
"Booth." Brennan said knowing the man she woke too, was the one by her side through it all.
"Do you know what your relationship to him is?" asked Dr. Hendrickson asked and Brennan hesitated.
She stared at Booth in silence and she remembered. How could she forget? She had dreamt of him. He was Booth, the reason she woke up. The reason she was supposed to come back.
"It's okay if you are unsure right now Temperance. You were in a car accident and suffered a TBI to your cerebral cortex. The cerebral controls the grey matter that covers the brain. The grey matter controls sensory input, perception of the world around one, and is in charge of all the neurological functions, from simple reflexes to complex thinking." Hendrickson explained.
"No, I remember. He is my partner." She stated slowly, in a tired whisper of a question.
"Ok…and do you know who you are?" Hendrickson asked just to check and see if she knew. She was speaking in a questioning tone.
"Temperance Brennan, but Booth calls me Bones." Her voice was still scratchy and a barely there whisper as she spoke. She remembered being called Bones.
"Yes." Doctor Hendrickson smiled remembering the man's odd nickname for his partner.
"Doctor Hendrickson?"
"Yes?"
"Do you know if my daughter is here or if she is with my friend Angela? I want to see Ashley if that is okay."
Hendrickson looked over her chart. She didn't have a daughter. Her partner said she had never given birth as did her chart. He wondered if the little girl that visited her called her mommy maybe?
"Temperance have you ever had a child?" Hendrickson decided to confirm.
She vaguely remembered her in her dreams, her name was Ashley. Ashley Faith Booth and she was three, and loved strawberry pancakes. "Yes, three years ago. Her name is Ashley Faith Booth."
"Temperance, you have never been pregnant. Ashley is your partner's daughter. Her mother passed away." Hendrickson said as Kylie entered the room, he shot her a sideways glance as she caught the last half of his sentence.
"No. No! You are confused! Her name is Ashley Faith Booth and she loves strawberry pancakes and has blonde hair. She believes in angels and heaven like her father. I have a daughter and I would like to see her doctor Hendrickson!" Brennan yelled shaking her head back and forth no.
Booth's eyes started to flutter open as he heard Bones clearly becoming upset. His eyes met her frantic crystalline blues staring back into his own orbs. "Booth would you please tell the doctor we have a daughter!" she begged him.
Booth looked at Dr. Hendrickson locking eyes with him. He glanced back to Bones.
"Bones, do you know who I am?"
"Of course, you are Booth and I am a famous author." She said matter of factly.
"Dr. Brennan-" Hendrickson started.
"I'm sorry I think you are confused. I'm not a doctor, I'm an author." Said Brennan.
Booth shot Hendrickson another look and sat up in his chair a little straighter.
"Temperance, you are a forensic anthropologist as well as an author." Hendrickson said.
Brennan laughed, "This is absurd. Can I just see my daughter?"
"Bones do you know who Angela is?" asked Booth
"Of course she is my best friend." Brennan said.
"What does she do for a living?" asked Booth.
"She is a struggling artist, but she is quite good. I've been telling her she should do something with her art. I published my books and made a lot of money off of them. Angela's work is probably worth much more than she is selling it for now." Brennan said.
"Bones, we don't have a daughter together. Hannah and I had a daughter together. She is your God daughter. We are just friends Bones, we work together. I'm an FBI agent and you are a forensic anthropologist. We solve murders, you are the top in your field Bones." Booth explained slowly.
"It's normal to forget some things at first it may take a week or two to fully remember everything. As I explained you suffered a TBI to your cerebral cortex. It most likely altered your perception of the world. We will keep you for observation, but the best thing to do is go about your life as you did before the accident." Hendrickson said looking to Booth he added, "sometimes patients memories are jogged by stories of their life."
Brennan was confused, she had only come back because he said he loved her and now they were just friends? She must have had one hell of a dream. "So, you and I aren't romantically involved," Brennan pointed back and forth between Booth and herself, "we are just friends?"
Booth couldn't bring himself to say anything and inhaled a sigh, nodding yes. He couldn't have told a bigger lie if he wanted too. He didn't want to tell her they were just friends, he wanted to cry, but in reality they were not husband and wife or dating. They did not have a daughter together. He wanted her to remember the past. If that meant sacrificing his almost there romantic relationship with Bones, he would. Brennan nodded quietly taking it all in.
"What about Ashley?" she asked curious.
"She calls you Auntie Bren. Well she says Bwen, she has a hard time with her R's." Booth explained.
Silence ensued and Hendrickson left the room. Brennan didn't know what to say to him. Everything she had dreamt of was a lie, it was just that a dream.
"If we are just friends, why was your face tear stained and why do you look as if you have had no sleep in the past forty eight hours?" Brennan asked and Booth smiled, he loved her more than she would ever know.
"We are very good friends, close." Booth explained and Brennan nodded.
"Best friends?" asked Brennan at a loss of her relationship with this man beside her. She only knew that she had very strong feelings toward him.
They shared a look that confused Brennan, her eyes locked onto his and he reached for her hand never taking his eyes from hers.
He squeezed her hand, "Bones, we will always be best friends, always."
Brennan nodded her head slowly yes. Still trying to understand why they were never more than best friends. She was a doctor, and she did not have a daughter. Angela did facial reconstructions at the Jeffersonian and was married with a little girl named Piper, and Booth and she were and had always been just friends.
Now wide awake they had made it through the storm and found a safe harbor in one another. Though, there was no longer anyone to tend to the candle in the light house. Had the ship lost at sea ever really made it to shore or was Temperance too excited at the possibility of seeing Booth again, of finding her way back to him somehow that she had thrown the bottle back too soon?
Hannah was unsure as she looked down through the holes in the floor of heaven at the two people she knew should be together until the end of time threw awkward glances at each other. All she knew is that the candle was about to burn out and the limbo Temperance once inhabited was no longer filled with light, the ocean now dark. The two people she was watching over were once again passing each other by, like two ships in the night. They had been so close, so close to making their way back to each other.
Booth exhaled and Brennan inhaled throwing an awkward glance at him. "I'm still unsure I believe you." Brennan whispered to the Booth.
"What are you talking about Bones?" Booth asked as Brennan fingered the sheets on her bed.
"If we are just friends like you say we are, then why, why do I feel like you are lying? That we are anything but just friends? I'm unsure of who or what to believe in right now. Reality has become a supposed fantasy. I believe I have a daughter and you tell me I don't, you tell me I'm a doctor and that my best friend works at the Jeffersonian doing facial reconstruction. I…I can accept those things."
Brennan inhaled and locked eyes with Booth, "but I cannot accept the fact that you and I are just friends. You are wrong, and you know it. And sometime, somehow I will prove that to you." Brennan said taking his hand in her own and squeezing it, her fingers gently brushing over his hand.
Booth had no idea what to say, she had caught him off guard. So, he did what came natural and nodded yes. Then shook his head with a chuckle, "Let me get this right Bones, you, the person who can't even remember what she does for a living is going to prove to me that I'm lying to you? That we are more than just friends?" Booth asked incredulously, "it doesn't make sense."
"Well it's obvious you aren't going to try and remind me of that little aspect in our relationship. I would like to remember everything and I'm not just going to sit here and do nothing about it. " Brennan said, "I once heard that love is hard to find from someone, but I don't remember who?"
Booth smiled at her idea, "Well whoever said it was smart, because it's true." Booth said as they smiled at each other, slowly becoming more comfortable with the others presence. "Okay Bones, how? How do you plan on doing this? It's nice to entertain the possibility, but realistically we are just friends. "
"I don't know Booth, I don't know. All I know is that I woke up in love with you and that is the only thing I am sure of right now." Brennan said looking deeper into his almond eyes.
"Uh-huh…" said Booth.
"Do you trust me?" asked Brennan, "I mean one would think their best friend would trust them."
"Trust you to lead me into uncharted waters?" Booth asked.
"I have a strong feeling we have navigated them before." Brennan smiled slightly and Booth nodded an okay.
Hannah looked down on Temperance and Seeley. She was proud of Temperance, because despite uncharted waters she was still able to see past Seeley's denial, supposedly for her benefit. Proud that despite her lack of memory, she was able to remember the most important thing. The one thing she had convinced her of in limbo. That she not only found, but was still in love with Booth and he loved her.