Thanks for the reviews/fallows and favorites so soon! As for how scattered it was, I meant to make it that way, but if it didn't work out as well as I'd hoped, I apologize. From here on out I'll be writing it a lot more like I write my other stories. As with everything, I don't own Bones, nor do I own any corporation, store or product mentioned in the story. Reviews are appreciated, but I really love ya'll for even just reading. So thank you! I hope this is an altogether clearer chapter.

They wouldn't let him into the room. This is what scared him.

He'd tried, several times, to explain that he needed to be by her side, he needed to know what was going on, but no one would tell him.

"Please, please just get someone to talk to me. I need to know what's happening. Please, I'm begging,"

A male nurse sighed and placed his hand on Booth's shoulder.

"I'm really, really sorry sir. I don't have any information,"

This brought on anger, causing his eyes to harden and his muscles to tense.

"I'm FBI! I could have this whole god damned place shut down! So tell me what's going on right now!" he yelled, his body tense and his knuckles clenched, ready to punch someone out. The nurse raised his hands and shook his head.

"I'm really sorry. I don't know, sir," he stated before walking away quickly.

The burst of anger had caused a young, frightened Christine to burst out in tears. When Booth heard this, the anger suddenly drained out of him as he turned around and walked over to his daughter.

"Hey, Christine. It's okay. Daddy isn't angry at you. He's just worried. Look at me, Christine," he stated, trying to coax her head up to look at him. When she finally did, she launched into her arms and cried into his shoulder.

"Daddy," she moaned, finally looking up at him. "Don't be mad, daddy…"

"I'm not, I'm not…Just…It's okay, Christine," he tried to reassure, though he was unsure himself if it really was okay. He was more worried than he had been in a long time, and that was saying something. Why was it then whenever they had an argument, something bad happened? Why was this happening to him? To them?

"Is mommy gonna be okay, daddy?" she asked, hiccupping after the end and staring into his eyes with her own. God, her eyes…Too much like Bones'. He looked away and forced a smile.

"'Course she is, baby girl,"

"What about my little sister?"

He bit his lip and, mainly because he was afraid of the future, wondered what to say.

"You're little brothers going to be just fine. You have a little brother, Christine…And he's going to be just fine, and you're going to be a great big sister, and everything's….Everything will be great. Okay?"

She nodded, and fell into his chest, exhausted once more.

He held her and tried to just focus on the little girl. Her breath warming his chest, her breathing steady. He tried to focus on these things instead of the what if's.

When a doctor came out, his eyes dark, he sat down next to Booth and put his hand on the man's arm.

"Would you mind coming with me?" he asked. Booth looked at the little girl who had fallen asleep in his arms and almost got up to bring her with him, before two other people entered the waiting room and looked at the doctor, Booth and Christine.

"Booth, what's-" Hodgins started. Booth laid Christine down gently and motioned towards the doctor, before walking with him.

"What's happening?" Booth asked nervously. The doctor stopped in front of a door and looked over at Booth. "How's my girlfriend? How's our little boy?" he asked all of these in rapid succession, afraid to hear any of the answers.

Shifting uncomfortably, the doctor looked at the door in the hospital room and rubbed his face.

"We call it an incompetent cervix…It's not common, at least not in the United States…It means that it thins and dilates before labor is supposed to happen. Causing pre-term labor, basically. We can sometimes stop it, try to fix it, but it's a guess that it accounts for one fourth of all second term miscarriages…I'm very sorry, Mr. Booth. I'm very, very sorry,"

The speech had made its way to his ears, but he'd barely registered it. It was like the stuff Bones spurted out sometimes, only this had been in normal language. He didn't want to understand it. He didn't think he could.

"But our little guys okay, right? You fixed it, right?" he asked, each plea becoming more and more desperate. The doctor shook his head.

"I'm so sorry,"

A choked sob came from his throat, as he buried his head in his hands and trying to keep himself from falling. His little boy, gone. Just like that. Just two days ago, in the morning, he had felt the baby kick. And now he was gone. Just like that. Gone.

Zachariah

They hadn't decided on that name, but when he'd suggested it, her eyes had lit up. She hadn't nodded, but when she'd talk to him, not matter how 'irrational' it was, he'd once heard her call him that. Zachariah.

Now, he was gone. Dead. Just like that.

They worked with death every day, and yet this stung more then he could explain.

Our baby. Gone.

"He's developing really fast, Booth. Another exceptional child."

"Early, smart, and strong! Just like his papa,"

Yeah, early. Really early. And this time, it wasn't a good thing.

"How…She was fine with Christine. How did this happen?"

The doctor hesitated.

"We don't always know why. It's possible that the birth of your first child may have had an impact, or it may have simply been a freak accident. We can't know."

"Nineteen weeks… Jesus…"

"You're wife was slightly more along then that. Twenty two weeks, actually. In any case, if you'd like to go see her…"

Twenty two weeks. Right. How had he lost track? Somehow, he felt deep seated guilt at this. His own son…He'd been so shocked he hadn't even corrected the wife comment.

"Yeah, yeah...Of course. The people, that just came in? The ones with my daughter? Can you tell them?" The doctor nodded.

He opened up the door slowly, and crept in. Brennan was on her side, legs to her stomach, and Booth made his way over before setting his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Bones…" he whispered. She tensed at his touch, shrugging him off.

"Leave me alone, Booth…Just leave me alone…"

For once in his life, he was unsure of what to say to Doctor Temperance Brennan. Instead, he sat down next to her. He would have held her hand, but saw exactly where her arms were positioned. Her stomach.

So many things were rushing through his head, but instead of saying them, he cried with all of his heart and attempted to make sense of it all. Brennan never moved from her spot, back to him, but she heard the crying.

It wasn't until a while later that a nurse came in, the same male that had encountered Booth before, and spoke softly.

"If you'd like, you can hold him…It helps, sometimes. We foot print him, we write down his name…Did you guys have a name?" he asked. Booth was astounded at this young man's words, because they didn't come harshly, or awkwardly. No, it seemed like he'd either gone through this before or had done this several times. He was using the same gentle ways of a friend.

"Zachariah…Zachariah Jackson Brennan-Booth…" Brennan mumbled out, and Booth nodded, accepting the name they'd discussed.

"Zach Jack…He likes it," the man said, and turned around. Brennan did not say anything about a dead body not being able to like anything, and instead stayed stoic and silent.

"I don't…I don't want Christine to see him," she whispered, and Booth nodded. He could understand not wanting their daughter to see her little brother like that. Plus, her talking to him at least meant she wasn't totally isolated to him.

"You want me to get Ange?" he asked.

"After…We see him…Then, yeah…Please…" she whimpered out. "And Hodgins after…Does anyone else know?"

"Cam's coming over. And Sweets is letting Zack know in the morning. Bones…Do you want to talk?"

She shook her head and looked up when the man came in, and brought the little boy in wrapped in blue blankets. Zachariah. He carefully laid the boy in Brennan's arms, much like he would a new born.

He was so damned tiny…

Smaller then even Christine had been, and that's saying something. Feeling his heart clench up, Booth walked over and watched the boy.

"Hey, Zachariah…I miss you, buddy," Booth started before he started to cry again. Much in her style, Brennan did not cry. She hummed to him, said his name, said it so many times that it broke Booth.

"Booth…I love you, but can I talk to Ange? Please?" she whispered. The direct pain in her voice made him wince, but he nodded and walked out to see Angela, Hodgins, Cam and Christine. The three adults were crying, and Christine just looked confused.

"Bones…She wants you, Ange. And then Hodgins…Maybe both of you could go…Your godson is beautiful," he said, trying to speak as though the boy was alive. Of course, he was anything but.

Angela got up quickly and walked with Hodgins, though the tears streaming down her face made his heart clench.

Christine looked at her dad and blinked, tilting her head to the side.

"Daddy, is my little brother alright? He isn't sick, is he?"

Booth hesitated for a long time and then sat down, hoisting Christine up onto his lap and holding her tight.

"You're little brothers up in the sky now. Heaven. He…Couldn't stay here," he tried to explain. Christine was more then confused and blinked.

"Like Bruce?" she asked. Bruce had been a rescue dog of theirs from when Christine was much smaller, but she'd remembered him well enough.

"Yeah. You're little brothers up with Bruce, now. He gets to play with the puppy all day long,"

Christine blinked and shook her head.

"That's not fair, daddy! I never got to meet's him…He can't just leave without meeting me! Daddy, tell him to come back!"

Booth's eyes filled with tears and he held her closely, as Cam put a supportive hand on his shoulder.

"I wish I could, honey…I really wish I could,"

"Did I make him mad at me? Cuz, I didn't mean it! I promise! It's just like when Parky and I get made at each other. I didn't mean it! He knows that, right? I'm not really angry at him. I love him!"

Booth nodded, unable to form words at first.

"He knows," Booth choked out.

Christine fidgeted and leaned against her dad, eyes filled with tears.

"He'll be happy there, won't he daddy? Even if he doesn't have us?"

"He'll be happy, sweetheart…He will…"

When he finally couldn't do it anymore, Cam took the child and comforted her while Booth got up quickly and walked around the hospital, trying to gain his own composure. Perspective, he tried to think. Get perspective.

A scream was in the back of his throat, fighting to get free. It wouldn't make it's way. It never did.