I want to thank everyone for the great support. You guys have been great since the day I published this. Thank you to everyone! This may seem a bit of a choppy ending, but I tried to make it short and sweet. This is a year into the future. Thanks everyone, thank you, thank you, thank you!

"It doesn't just go away…" Brennan stated, staring at the group of people in front of her. "I'm…Not good with emotions…But it doesn't go away. You'll still remember them. Sometimes I feel sick with grief. And it doesn't really ever become better."

The attention was so much on Brennan that she almost forgot that she was even speaking to real people, and not cardboard cutouts. It had taken her forever to even get to the stage of talking to Sweets about it. Sweets, then Ange, then Hodgins, then Booth…At some point in her life, she decided, she'd tell Christine. She'd apologize, and tell her everything. Explain everything.

"But you get better…You adapt. It's still hard, but some days I can push thoughts away. I'm off medication, I'm with my partner…We're doing our jobs, and some days life is normal. I wasn't weak for what happened. I would have been weak if I'd have given up on my family…"

When Sweets had asked her if she was willing to talk to a grief group, she'd originally declined. The idea not only scared her shitless, but seemed pathetic. A ton of people sitting in a circle, talking about their feelings. Who does that?

Just tell them what happened to you, Sweets said. Just tell them and make them understand that they aren't alone, Dr. Brennan. That even someone accomplished like you feels it.

While she'd contemplated it, Booth had rubbed her shoulders, his mouth next to her ear kissing her cheek occasionally.

You don't have to do it, Bones, he said. But it'd be mighty brave if you did.

"Because life is difficult. We can't always tell what's going to happen. And statistically, most of us will end up failing, or experience some amount of grand pain. My partner would say this makes us human. While inaccurate, I can understand what he's saying,"

I want to, she'd whispered.

"And as lonely as you might feel, you aren't alone. Biologically, we are all connected. We are all, in essence, very similar through our DNA,"

So she'd walked into the room, a crowd of people staring at her, as she began. When she'd finished, no one had clapped, no one had really said anything.

"And I mourn the loss of each of our own….This is all,"

She'd ended abruptly, so perhaps it was to be expected. Rushing out, she'd gone to her car, turned the keys, and drove home.

Christine greeted her, as did Booth, who pecked her on the cheek and asked,

"How'd it go?"

She grunted in response, to which he replied,

"That bad, huh?"

They didn't talk about it again. Not until Sweets brought it up once more.

"Dr. Brennan, may I ask why you left so early last Saturday?"

"I saw no need to stay. It's very obvious that my words did very little. I'd rather not talk about it, Sweets. Can we go on?"

Clucking his tongue, he lowered his head.

"On the contrary, Dr. Brennan. A woman wrote me a letter for you, and asked that you receive it. She informed me that she'd recently gone to the Doctor because she was experiencing the symptoms of Post Partum Depression. Dr. Brennan, you may have saved someone's life,"

She hesitated and shook her head.

"I don't save lives. People are dead when they get to me,"

"You saved her life, Dr. Brennan. That isn't an insignificant matter."

Clamping her jaw, she looked down at her hands and leaned into Booth, who put a comforting arm around his partner.

Later, when they went home, Booth would hold Brennan throughout the night, until she almost drifted to sleep on his chest. He rose up and kissed her on the forehead.

"You're a good woman, Bones. Don't forget that, okay?"

Closing her eyes, she tried to stop the flow of tears and leaned into his neck.

"And you're a good mom. Okay?"

Okay, she thought.

"It's getting easier," she stated.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Easier every day,"

"I've got you, babe,"

The moon looked into their window, keeping guard over the weary couple. Perhaps it would never get better, but Booth wanted to believe that it would. That it would slowly morph into something better, or at least something more then bearable.

They'd wait until that day.

They had each other until it came.