This takes place after Booth awakes from his coma. He keeps having dreams about the life he had with Bones.

I do not own bones or its character... please review.

Booth lay on his bed for the first time in far too long. He put his head on the pillow staring up at the ceiling eyes too wide to close. He wasn't used to sleeping alone in that bed. Before the coma he had been sleeping alone for months and yet after only five days he couldn't get used to the strange feeling. He remembered every night he had spent with Brennan in his bed, even nights from years before. Their first night, the last, how happy he was. When she told him about their expectant family he could see his own smile and it was happier any smile he had seen in any mirror. A smile that, a feeling, it was just too good to just be a dream.

He crossed his arms and lowered his brow waiting for some sign of sleep. Every muscle in his body aches from lack of sleep not to mention all the poking the doctors and Sweets had been doing to him the last two days. Sweets decided that there was no time to waist when it came to fixing his psyche, bones had told sweets about what happened when he first woke up. About how he started ranting about a night club and wondering why he was in the hospital and the gravedigger and Jarred. His memory was now slowly returning, he couldn't imagine how confused bones must have been when he was yelling about dancing at the lab. He now knew that he was Booth and FBI Agent whom was partnered with Brennan. But still his fantasy was the main thing in his mind, it was so real and he was so happy with Bones sitting in his lap telling him she had to stop drinking wine. He would do anything to be that happy again. They were so in love, he could see it in her imaginary eyes as she sat on his imaginary lap celebrating their imaginary family.

He turned over for the hundredth time his mind just as awake as it was two hours ago. The rest of him was so tired, if he got up to get a sleeping pill he feared he would keel over. He tried to stop thinking but every time he got close an image of Brennan or his brother in prison Orange would appear. He felt crazy. He turned o err one more time. ' If I'm not asleep in the next ten minutes I swear ill kill you!' He said to his own brain. Sweets would have a field day.

His eyes finally started to grow heavy and his brain finally seemed to calm. His irrational threat brought on by possible insomnia seemed to work in some sense. He closed his eyes thinking of the club.

Brennan walked into her office where Booth was already drinking some scotch out of her Crystal glass collection she kept on her desk. It had been a few weeks since the murder case closed but the club's business was a bit slower than he liked. There was less to do around the club which gave him a lot of down time to do what he wanted. Like read one of doctor Hodgens' books, it was very impressive at least in booths perspective; a scandalous murder of an intern in D.C.

He looked up from a book he was reading and was pleased to see Brennan leaning against the doorway. He greeted her with a smile being sure to admire her very tight black dress. He didn't even mind that it wouldn't fit her much longer, even if she did look incredibly sexy in it. She walked in and sat on the leather couch leaning against booth. He put his arm around her back moving her closer to him.

"What are you reading?" She asked rubbing his chest.

"One of that guy Hodgins' books. I was just in the mood to read some books. It's actually kind of good, you see it's about an FBI Agent and an anthropologist who were investigating the murder of a governors intern, and in-" Temperance grabbed his collar to kiss him silencing his lips. He kissed her back holding her face, she pushed him back till his back lay on the sofa and she lay on top of him still kissing.

"Still in the mood for reading?" Brennan asked rubbing booth all over his body. He flipped her over on the small couch kissing her down her body.

"Knock knock." Said Angela also knocking on the wall. The two perked their heads up at the interruption. "Oh.. oh my sorry, sorry I'll come back later when your..."

"Angela no, no your fine. Come in." Brennan said standing from the couch. Angela waited to be sure but saw that they were both fully clothed and came the rest of the way in.

"Okay so since the murder there has been a drop in customers and sails are going down and a bunch of other stuff that is all really bad." She rambled.

"Like what?"

"Like for instance the club a block away has been booking a band who happens to be part of a gang that just so happens to be enemies with C-cents brother and who just so happens to be threatening to kill c-cent and anyone affiliated with him. That's bad right?"

"Yes... Angela you should have started with that. This club is just getting back to normal we don't need a gang Lord threatening everyone's lives and my families lives." Booth said straightaway.

"Well I thought that if he ever did try to kill any o be you could, you know. Bang his head into a wall like that other guy." She replied just as seriously.

"For the last time I didn't kill anyone Angela! And if you're saying otherwise you need to stop." She smiled at Booth and nodded then walked out.

C-cent had been performing at the club since the homicide case ended which was about a week before. His brother had cut a deal with booth to make that happen but booth was worried about the possible gang excursions that could take place because of it. That was exactly what was happening now. His brother hadn't kept his promise.

Booth looked at his wife with great concern, they both knew that the brother was a very dangerous gang banger that had shot up threats club that fired his brother. No one was able to convict him since no one saw his face, but he took credit for it on the streets. But if the rumors were true Booth would kill him, anyone who threatened Brennan. He had been in the army and his temporary showed it not to mention his excellent aim. "We'll be fine Seely we have done nothing to cent that should piss off his brother." She said reassuringly and kissing his forehead and wrapping his arms around her body.

"You're right. We're going to be fine." He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck nearly not being able. His neck was twice as thick and sometimes she thought he was twice as high, but it didn't stop her from trying as their lip met once again. The feeling was so real. He couldn't get over the scent of her perfume or the feeling of a zipper that went all the way down her back. It was so real and so good, too good to be just a dream. They fell onto the couch with a thump, Booth suddenly emerged from his dream clenching a pillow as tight as he had been holding Bones.

"I don't know what's going on! I'd there still something in there? Why do I feel like I'm hollow?"

Booth and Sweets were sitting at the royal diner in their normal spot discussing Booth's condition over a cup of coffee. Sweets sat with a normal demeanor in a suit and tie casually sipping from his cup. It bothered Booth a bit that the man could look at him with the same expression as always even with such news. This was one of the strangest conversations they had ever had and yet he sat there as cool as ever with the therapist knob turned way up. He waited for his response but still Sweets stayed quiet, seemingly judging Booth with his big child like eyes.

"I think your problem is that there's a part of you that still thinks you're in that fantasy. There's a part of you that would rather be there." He finally answered setting down his mug.

"Well, yeah a lot of me does. It was... I don't know appealing, wonderful? What do I do?"

"Do you want to forget about it?" Sweets asked. Booth thought for a moment. His coma dream wasn't just appealing, it was exhilarating! He was so happy there in that life. But it was keeping him from going back to work. He nodded. "Well my advice is to confront the facts."

Sweets waited for a lightbulb to go off in Booth's head. "I can't go back because it wasn't real, face reality."

"Powerful stuff, reality."

They refilled their cups again and again as they discussed Booth's dreams and coma. Sweets what pressed with the amount of detail booth was able to describe. He knew that he did really feel for Bones a after his coma. Any one could no matter they were, if seemed the smart people were the ones who didn't notice i.e. bones. She was the smartest person either man had ever met and yet she didn't realize how booth felt when he was standing right in front of her. Another cup was finished and they were talking about his insomnia. Booth was starting to grow tiered of Sweets nonsense. Suddenly his phone rang, it was Angela

"Hello- yeah- ok be right there, bye. She's cataloging bones from the cold war and she needs me to look something over. See ya Sweets." He sipped down his fourth cup of coffee and rushed out of the diner.

"Remember tools we learned today." He yelled to him but by that time he was half way to his car.

Booth drove to the Jeffersonian within a few minutes but was thinking about what he was going to do when he saw everyone again for the first time since his nervous collapse. Brennan was away for work, she made the trip just after he woke up because she couldn't bare to see him in such a fragile state. She thought of him as a great, strong man who could do anything. A man with a great heart and personality. Seeing him in such a condition wasn't what she wanted to see ever, it hurt her a little though she'd never say it to his face. He was very grateful of him and his protective skills.

Booth walked into the Jeffersonian as he always did. The last time he was here he thought it was a night club and thought he was married to Brennan. He knew that it was a lab but he could still remember every detail of the club though, every light, the stage, the colors and smells. But this was real life, he had to try to keep his mind in reality and not think of the brain tumor. He walked onto the main floor with the examination tables and screens and medical instruments he knew and loved. He suddenly realized that if he forced on the little things his dream became more blurry and easy to ignore. He didn't get into the main platform because he hadn't been given his key card back yet but he didn't need it. Angela saw him and came running towards him.

"Booth, you're back!" She exclaimed giving him a slightly awkward hug. "Are you better? Do you know who I am?"

"Ya Angela I know who you are." He said pushing her aside

"Are you better though? I headed the last time Brennan saw you you were- confused."

"I'm fine Angela. Sweets has been watching my progress. There are only a few kinks to work out."

The truth was there were more than a few. Not of was there memories that hasn't been there before, but he had lost some too. He found himself doing things differently than he would have before. Or liking things or disliking things that he hadn't before. Angela was the most emotional person in the lab, he didn't want to worry her with those kinks that would most likely work themselves out in a few weeks.

"Oh, well good. We're glad to have you back Booth."

"I'm not back, just visiting. Just here to help you with something."

She looked at him with sad eyes but nodded and led him to her office to work on the bone photographs. He didn't enjoy it, he didn't want to look at old cold war bones, he wanted to see Bones, his partner and great friend. Finally end the dreams.