Thank you for your continued interest in my story. A little angst last chapter.

I definitely don't own Bones. Not even a smidgen.

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Suddenly awake, Booth found the room to be quiet. Sitting up, he looked around the room and from the clock on the wall, he discovered that he was missing over two hours. Not seeing Brennan, he stood up and checked the kitchen and then Parker's room. Staring at his bedroom doorway, Booth shook his head and called out, "Bones? . . . Bones?"

Overwhelmed with sadness, Booth returned to the couch and sat down heavily. Knowing he was alone, he knew in his heart she had finally seen the real Booth and found him and his problems to be just too much. The weight of his sadness pressing down on him, he lay down, his eyes staring at the clock across the room. Feeling sorry for himself, he felt a tear escape his eye and run down his cheek.

Misery threatening to spiral him to a place he hadn't been in a long time, Booth tried to think of his son and his love for the boy. Resigned that he was going to be alone forever, he heard the front door open and then close. Surprised, he rubbed his hands across his cheeks and turned to stare at the short hallway.

Entering the room, Brennan smiled when she saw her boyfriend staring at her. Realizing that something was wrong, her smile faded. "What's wrong, Booth?"

So happy to see her, Booth ran his hand across his eyes once more and smiled. "No, nothing . . . nothing's wrong. I was just wondering where you were that's all."

Uncertain, she watched him swing his legs off of the couch and sit up. Moving over to the couch, she sat down beside him. "I packed your clothes and took them down to the car. I also stopped by the managers office and let him know that you're going to give up your lease and you will be out of here by the end of the month."

His throat tight with emotion, Booth swallowed. "Bones . . . Bones, I uh, what happened in my bedroom . . . that blood . . . It was my blood and I . . . ." Stopping, he shook his head. "I see blood all of the time and it doesn't bother me. Hell, I've been hurt a few times and I've seen my blood, but this time . . . This time there was so much of it . . . So much of my blood and it took me back . . . I couldn't help it, it took me back . . ."

Placing her arm around his back, Brennan tried to comfort him. "Booth, I know about your past, I know that it was bad for you, but you're going to be alright. You almost died a few weeks ago and even a brave man such as yourself would be affected by the sight of so much of his own blood. I know I would be."

Booth shook his head and knew that was probably not true. "No I don't think so. You're a rock . . . Me? I thought I was too but I guess I'm not . . . Not as much as I should be."

Slowly shaking her head slowly, Brennan frowned at his words. "Everyone has a breaking point, Booth, even me. You know I was locked into the trunk of a car by my foster parents when I was sixteen . . . . What I didn't tell you was . . . What I didn't tell you was I almost went crazy with fear when I was locked up. It was summer, it was hot and I didn't have anything to eat or drink for two days. I thought I was going to die in that car. I thought that my life was going to be over and I was only sixteen years old."

Placing his arm around her shoulders, Booth pulled her closely to his side. "Bones, I'm so sorry that that happened to you. You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve anything that happened to you . . . your parents leaving you, Russ being an ass and abandoning you, those god awful foster parents, it . . . It was a lot for a kid to take, but you made it."

"How old were you during 'Desert Storm', Booth?" Leaning her head against his head, she didn't wait for an answer. "You were 21 years old. A young man put through hell . . . I think we both have had things done to us that have affected us. Those things will always be with us. We just have to live with those things and learn that our pasts don't have to control us."

He hadn't made her sad and it felt wrong, but she needed to know who she was involved with. "Believe me, Bones, I've told myself that so many times it's like a broken record in my head, but sometimes something happens and I'm back in that cell. It just hits me and there I am. I get scared that I'm still there . . . You know? I think what if I'm still there and I've been dreaming and I'm still there? It's scary. I can see myself in that cell and . . ."

Squeezing her arm tighter around him, Brennan nodded her head. "I know, Booth. I've had those same thoughts. I'll wake up from a nightmare and just for a moment I'm afraid that I'm still in that trunk and I'm dying. For just a moment, all I can see is the inside of that trunk and I know I'm dying."

Booth stared at her beautiful profile and kissed her cheek. "Bones, we have a lot of problems. We aren't perfect, but we're stronger than our pasts. I want you to know I'm here for you. You aren't alone anymore."

Smiling, Brennan turned her gaze to his soft warm eyes. "Booth, I'm here for you too. You aren't alone either." Leaning closer, she kissed him.

Feeling her soft lips on his, Booth's fears that she was going to leave him evaporated. "I love you, Bones. I love you so much."

Relieved, Brennan knew that she had finally reached him. "I love you too, Booth."

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Carrying Booth's luggage down the hallway from the elevator, Brennan dropped them on the floor in front of her front door. "Go ahead and take them in and I'll go get your suits from the car."

A little exasperated, Booth unlocked the door and watched Brennan walk back towards the elevator. "I could have carried something you know."

Shaking her head, Brennan pressed the down button to call the car back. "Absolutely not. You have a five pound limit as to what you can carry at one time. Just push the bags one at a time into the apartment and then leave them at the door. I'll move them to our bedroom when I get back."

Frustrated, Booth stared at the bags, nodded his head and leaned down to pick up one of them. Brennan her eyes still on her boyfriend, shouted out. "Five pounds, Booth. Your doctor said five pounds . . . If you don't want to end up back in the hospital then listen to me, please."

Scowling, Booth straightened up and glared at his partner. "Alright, Miss know it all." Pushing the door open, he put his foot against one the bags and pushed it in to the room. Once it was in, he pushed the other one in. Looking back and seeing she was no longer in the hallway, Booth leaned down and picked up one of the bags. Pain lancing through his chest, he quickly dropped the bag. "Fuck!"

Rubbing his chest and then his shoulder, Booth shook his head. "Just once, I'd like her to be wrong about shit like that. Just once."

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