(After 'The Feet on the Beach')

I really don't own Bones.

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Entering Sweet's office, Booth spied the younger man flipping through a book that was opened on his desk. Moving quietly over to the couch facing the desk, Booth placed his hands on the back of the couch and spoke. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that Bones had written me a novel while I was in my coma?"

Startled, Sweets stood up and faced the agent. He could see the cold anger on the man's face and he knew he'd have to be careful how he responded. "When you woke up, you thought you were married to Dr. Brennan. You didn't remember you were an agent of the FBI and for the first few days after you woke up, you didn't want anyone to tell you differently . . . You were confused and angry and wouldn't listen to anything that contradicted your dream. I asked Dr. Brennan to go on a dig while I worked on your memory issues since your false memories were centered around her . . . Your dream had a powerful hold on you and you didn't want to let it go. I didn't mention the novel because I was afraid it might add fuel to the fire . . . After a few days, you started to remember who you were, who your friends were and after me, Dr. Saroyan and your grandfather told you that you weren't married, you seemed to accept that fact . . . That novel would have confused you and you didn't need that . . . not then."

"That story was written for me by Bones and if you had allowed her to let me read it then I would have realized what was going on. You should have let her let me read it or had let her read it to me . . . talking her into going on a dig just made the situation worse and it prolonged what I was going through . . . how can you not see that?" Booth glared at the man but didn't move around the couch. He needed to keep some distance from the younger man for both his sake and the boy's.

"I didn't know she still had the story. I assumed she had deleted it once you were awake." Sweets remained where he was standing, frozen in place. "If I had known the story still existed, then I would have considered letting you read it, but only after I read it first . . . I was trying to help you, Booth. You had a very strong attachment to Dr. Brennan and I felt some distance between you two would allow you to accept what you were being told. Once your real memories started to take over and you accepted that this life is your real life . . . well, Dr. Brennan was in Guatemala and committed to working on a dig . . . Why are you talking about that story now? Did Dr. Brennan mention it?"

Standing straight, Booth crossed his arms against his chest and continued to glare at the psychologist. "She let me read it . . . it cleared up a lot of questions I had about that dream I had while I was unconscious . . . sending her away was a mistake."

"I don't think so, Booth." Sweets shook his head. "Shortly after you woke up, I tried to tell you that you weren't married. Before she left, Brennan told you that you and she were just partners but you wouldn't accept what we were telling you . . . For a while you had a hard time reconciling that dream with reality. If I had known the story was still available, I still would have kept it from you since it would have just confused you . . . You were too attached to that dream, Booth. You didn't want to let it go . . . you did eventually, but . . ." Sweets sighed. "Why are you angry about it now? It's been months since you woke up from that dream. You're doing well and have recovered from your surgery. You're still working for the FBI. Dr. Brennan is still your partner and you've started a relationship with her . . . why did she let you read the story? What made her even mention it?"

"She had a dream last week about me, about when I woke up from my coma and she thought it might be a good idea to let me read the story she wrote." Booth placed his hands on the couch and leaned forward. "She doesn't normally let me read a draft of her story, but she wrote that story for me and it's never going to be published . . . She knew I still didn't understand why I had a dream about being married to her and running the night club and she wanted to help me understand that the story was a gift to me from her. She told me that she wanted me to be at peace while I was asleep and she was kind of afraid if my mind worked on its own it might take me back to when I was a prisoner of war or maybe when I was kidnapped by Taffet and I was trapped on the ship. She was trying to protect me."

Certain that Booth wasn't there to hurt him, Sweets relaxed and sat down. "I'm glad she let you read it. Enough time has passed and there is no way that it could confuse you now . . . I am surprised she didn't delete the story since she never offered to show it to me. Before I asked her to leave for the dig, she told me about the novel and what it entailed and I knew . . . I knew Booth that that dream had given you some of the things you wanted in life . . . marriage to Dr. Brennan, that was your ultimate wish and she gave it to you . . . She never explained to me why she wrote it, but your explanation makes sense. She is very protective towards you just like you are of her. You both have a deep friendship and you both try to be there for each other. The story makes sense in that context."

"You should have told me about the story, it would have helped me." Since the past couldn't be undone, Booth straightened and placed his hands on his hips. "I've told Bones to ignore any advice you give her in the future when it comes to her and me . . . She agrees with me. You messed up, kid. You messed up big time and caused me nothing but trouble . . . I blame you for Bones going to Maluku, just so you know that." Turning he walked over to the door, opened it and left the room.

Sighing, Sweets knew that Booth was still angry with him and it would take some time for the man to let go of what had happened. "I'm not sure how I'm responsible for Dr. Brennan going to Maluku, but I guess that doesn't matter."

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"I talked to Sweets about your novel you wrote me." Stirring some sugar into his coffee cup, Booth watched Brennan take a sip of her iced tea. The Diner was busy and they had been lucky to get a table. "I told him we're not going to take anymore advice from him. He's just a kid and he doesn't have enough life experience to understand himself let alone us. Just look at how he handled Daisy . . . We don't need outside advice from anyone anyway. We just need to talk to each other more . . . ask questions and try to give honest answers. The kid works for the FBI and we need to remember that. The FBI has an agenda and that agenda may not always be in our best interest."

Placing her glass down on the table, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, that is true . . . Now that you've had time to think about it, do you have any questions about the novel I wrote you?"

Jane arrived and Booth waited for her to place their food on the table and leave before he responded. "Nope, I'm good. You wrote it to try to help me and I think it did." That story had caused him a lot of problems, but he knew that Brennan had meant well and she had done it to help him. "I love you Bones. You help me when you can and I try to do that for you too."

"Speaking of helping you . . . I think you should give up the lease on your apartment and move in with me." Brennan had thought about Booth's situation since they had been trapped in the elevator. "Your building Super uses you shamelessly and he expects you to fix issues with your apartment. I don't like the fact that he thinks you should pay for the upkeep of your apartment even though you don't actually own it . . . I have plenty of room in my apartment for you and some of your things, but unfortunately you will have to store some of your collectables and your furniture . . . Of course, you don't have to give up your apartment if you don't want to. I know you like your independence . . . It's just a suggestion."

She was visibly nervous and Booth knew this was a big step for her. "Um, no it's a great suggestion, but are you sure you want me under foot? I can be noisy when I watch games." He saw that her nervousness was increasing and he was making her anxious. The last thing he wanted to do was to make Brennan think he didn't love her enough to live with her. "You know what? Thanks . . . If you think it's okay for me to move in with you then so do I. I can tell the Super I'm moving out at the end of the month. That way I can warn Mrs. Ross and her kids can move her into her son's place before I move out. April and Bruce don't want her living there if I'm not around and I don't blame them."

Glad that Booth had accepted her offer, Brennan smiled. "We can start packing your things this weekend and move some of your furniture and collectables to a storage unit . . . We can set up my guest bedroom as Parker's room. There is room in the closet in that room for your sports equipment and your suits and jackets."

"Thanks Bones. We'll do that and . . . well, when I want to watch a game I can watch it in the guest bedroom. I can put my TV in that room and that way you can write in the living room and not have to put up with the noise . . . or I can go down to the Founding Fathers and watch the game there. You know, so I don't bug you too much."

"The guest bedroom is fine, Booth." Brennan laughed. "You are a bit noisy, but we can always close the guest bedroom door and I can write in my bedroom. I do have a desk in that room."

His hand covering Brennan's hand, Booth nodded his head. "There you go, that's a good plan . . . Thank you for the offer and I think we can make that work. I love you, Bones. I need you to know that."

"I do know that Booth. You tell me that every day." Brennan had never had a relationship with anyone that she loved. Sully had said he loved her, but she was certain that she hadn't loved him and his ultimatum to leave The District and move to the Caribbean with him had enforced that fact. "I love you too, Booth."

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