This was supposed to be one chapter, but this popped into my head and I had to add it. Now, I think it's complete.

"You've met her before," Avalon said, coming up behind him. In her hand was a glass of champagne. Booth turned and wondered how many she'd had.

Avalon had always creeped him out, just a little. No one should know some of the things she knew.

But today was his wedding day, and he had no desire to listen to cryptic clues from a woman who believed she was a psychic. The only desire he had was to hold his wife in his arms and share another dance with her.

Wife. It was a word he doubted he'd ever get used to.

"Who have I met before, Avalon?" Booth asked distractedly, looking over her head for Bones.

"Dr. Brennan, of course. You met her before that first time." Avalon's voice was confident. Booth brought his attention back to her. "I know I met her before we started working at the FBI. We worked a case together a year before that." The heat had been…well…so damn hot it was a miracle they hadn't combusted on the spot. But she'd left in that cab and everything fell apart.

Avalon shook her head. "You met her before that, Agent Booth. When she was not much more than a child."

Now Booth shook his head. "I think you've had enough of these," he declared, reaching out to take the glass from her hand. "I think I'd remember meeting Bones when she was younger. But our paths never crossed."

Booth turned away to go find his new wife. "Agent Booth," Avalon said again, and something in her tone had Booth stopping in his tracks. Slowly, he turned back toward her. "There was a time, when you were younger, when you were sure you saved someone, but you couldn't remember how, or why or where. You didn't understand it then, but you know what I'm talking about."

That dream. Surely she couldn't be talking about that dream he'd had when he was a young man in the military. No one knew about that dream. He didn't even know about that dream. The next morning it had been nothing more than a vague recollection. There was no way she could know.

But she was right about the feeling. He'd been convinced, upon opening his eyes, he'd done something so important that night. That what he'd done mattered. But no matter how hard or how often he tried, Booth had never been able to figure out what it was.

Not once, in all his years, had he ever told anyone. Not even Bones, and they shared almost everything. If he couldn't put into words what had taken place, there was no way he could explain it so Bones could.

Unless she already knew.

Avalon saw the knowledge pass through his eyes and nodded her head. "You saved Dr. Brennan that night. Long before she was Dr. Brennan." Avalon reached out and took her glass back from Booth. "Go find your new wife and ask her. She remembers."

"Bones knows?" he asked, unable to keep the disbelief from his voice. How could she possibly know?

"She's always known, Agent Booth." Avalon said, walking away from him. "She's always known the truth of you. Just as you have for her. Go ask her."

Watching her walk away, Booth shook his head and turned, only to see Bones standing next to him.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look?" he asked, bending his head to kiss her.

"Not in the last ten minutes or so," she said. "Is Avalon okay?"

"She told me something," Booth said vaguely, shaking his head again. He wasn't sure he wanted to mention it; bringing up such darkness on the happiest day of his life seemed wrong somehow. But he knew Bones would bug him until he gave in. "Dance with me," he said, grabbing her hand.

Brennan looked at him curiously, but allowed him to tug her onto the dance floor. Booth tucked her in close, shutting out the rest of the world, except for the two of them.

Others joined them on the dance floor, but as far as Booth was concerned, they didn't exist. The only thing that existed, that mattered for him right at that moment, was the woman in his arms.

"Are you going to tell me, Booth?" she whispered. "What did Avalon say to you that tossed you for a loop?"

His chuckle was low. "That's threw me for a loop, Bones. But I think you already knew that."

He felt her shrug. "Maybe, maybe not."

Booth pulled back just enough to see her face, her eyes. "I don't want to bring up anything from your past that would upset you. Especially not in the midst of all this," he said, using his eyes to indicate the beauty around them.

"My past can't hurt me, Booth. Especially with your arms wrapped around me. I'm safe here." Stepping on tip-toe, she pressed her lips to his. "Now tell me what that woman said to you. You know I don't believe in her supposed talents. Simple trickery is all it is."

With his cheek pressed against hers, Booth whispered the words in her ear. "She said you knew me. That we'd met before that first case. When you were in your teens, maybe."

"We didn't actually meet," Brennan said. It wasn't a firm confirmation, but it wasn't a clear denial either.

Pulling back again, Booth looked at her. "But you know what she's talking about?"

"Yes," Brennan said. Booth watched, fascinated, as her blue eyes turned stormy. "But I don't know how she knows. No one knows. Not even Angela." Her eyes turned darker as she came to a decision. "Let's go find a quiet place to sit, Booth, and I'll tell you the story."

Booth agreed, and the couple drifted away to find a place. A quiet bench in the sun was the perfect location and Brennan pulled Booth down next to her. Leaning toward him, she sighed gratefully, relieved to be off her feet.

"This isn't exactly a happy story, Booth, but it's definitely an interesting one."

"You don't have to tell it," he said, squeezing her hand.

But she shrugged in that pragmatic way she had. "It was a long time ago, and while I find it a product of a hallucination, your faith and belief in magic will allow you to find deeper meaning in it."

Intrigued, Booth was pleased she agreed to tell it. Reaching up, he brushed a tendril of hair from her face, and she leaned into the gentle touch.

"I know you remember the story I told the night we went back to pick up Sweets at his office. When Dr. Wyatt was cooking us dinner. When I broke the plate and was locked in the trunk of the car."

Brennan looked up to see Booth nod his head. Yes, he remembered. The story haunted him during his waking hours, but anytime he'd dreamt of it, he'd always gotten her out of the car in time.

"One day had passed," Brennan continued, "and the situation was getting desperate. My feet were cut from shards of the broken plate and I was severely dehydrated. At that point, I was thinking it might be easier if I just closed my eyes and didn't wake up." Seeing her husband's distressed look, Brennan reached up and patted him on the cheek. "The reason I didn't make that choice was because of a y…a hallucination that appeared."

Sure she'd been about to say the word 'you', Booth shook his head. "I wasn't there."

"No," Brennan agreed, "you weren't. But someone appeared in that car with me. Told me, commanded me, ordered me to fight my way out. And gave me an idea on how to do it."

"Break out the taillight. Stick your hand out the window. Hope someone sees you," Booth offered. "That's what I would have said."

"That's what you did say. Or my hallucination said. And it worked. I broke out the taillight and someone found me."

"And you think that hallucination was me?" Booth asked, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. "That's pretty far out for you, Bones."

She shrugged. "I spent a long time looking for a man with brown eyes and the voice I heard tell me how to get out of that car. I never found him," she said. Her blue eyes stared into his brown as she finished. "Until the day you walked into my lecture."

Looking back toward the reception, Brennan shrugged. "My science tells me it was a hallucination. A product of no water and the trauma I'd suffered. But it's one of the few times my science has failed me. One of the few times I think it will. Because I don't think it will ever explain how a young man with your eyes and your voice told me how to escape from that car, long before I met you."

"I had a dream that night," Booth said softly, wiping at his eyes. "My roommate woke me, said I was talking in my sleep. I could never remember what happened, not specifically. But I always felt like I'd done something important that night. I can't think of anything more important than saving my future wife."

Tired of the seriousness on a day she thought would never happen, Brennan elbowed him gently. "If you ever tell anyone," Brennan threatened, "I might have to hurt you." But she ruined the effort with a laugh.

Chuckling, Booth pulled her closer, until she was settled on his lap, rather than the bench. "I'll always come for you, Bones. No matter where you are."

She tucked her head under his chin. "I know that, Booth. I've known it since before we met."