Well readers, this is the end. I knew how this was going to end from the very first chapter, but I had a lot of fun getting here. I hope all the readers out there feel the same.

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Until next time…

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Three months later…

"This is the place?" Hodgins asked as they exited the car. He looked toward Booth and caught the nod of the other man's head.

"Yeah, this is it." Booth looked at the building and shook his head. "It could have been worse."

In the bright sunlight, the building looked even less romantic than Booth remembered. Still, it was tastefully decorated and the flowers out front were well tended.

But Hodgins disagreed with Booth's appraisal. "I like it. It's quaint. Not something you'd expect to find in a place like this. I'm impressed. You somehow managed to find a nice place even when you had no idea what was going on." He gave Booth a grin of approval.

Booth shot him a glance and decided the man meant what he said. And Booth did agree with him. It was a cute place, even if it wasn't the church wedding he'd always thought he'd have.

"Do you think he'll remember you? It's been a few months and I imagine there are a lot of customers in a place like this."

Booth, remembering the panic of that day several months before, gave a small smile. "I think he will. Let's get inside before we melt."

"Good plan," Hodgins agreed. "It will make it easier to keep my promise to Dr. Brennan if you're inside."

Pausing with his hand on the door, Booth looked at Hodgins. "What promise?"

Hodgins shrugged. "Under no circumstances was I to leave you alone until the two of you were together again. She didn't explain, but I promised. It didn't make a lot of sense, it isn't like you're going to leave her at the altar. You are already married."

It made perfect sense to Booth and filled him with a sense of peace. She wouldn't leave him a second time and wanted him to know it. "Bones has her own idea of how things should work," he responded, not explaining further.

It was early in the day, but the heat was already oppressive. Both men were hit by a blast of cold air as they pushed the door open.

From the back, Booth watched the interior door open. He'd followed a stranger through it on that lonely day when he wasn't sure how he'd get out of Vegas in one piece.

Now he was back with all his pieces in place. Even the ones he hadn't realized he was missing.

The recognition dawned immediately in Greg's eyes. "Seeley Booth!" he cried, hurrying toward the two men. He grabbed Booth's hand and pumped it enthusiastically. "I usually don't see people twice in this place."

"Hi, Greg. This is my friend Jack Hodgins," Booth introduced.

"Jack," Greg said. He shook his hand and looked at the two men curiously. "There's no ring on your hand, Seeley. Do I dare ask how everything turned out?"

"That's kind of why we're here," Booth said. He shifted from one foot to the other. "Since you remember me, I assume you remember my wedding."

Greg nodded. "I've thought about you often during the last couple of months, wondering how things turned out. Sometimes your cases make the news, but you've kept things pretty quiet. My wife and I checked."

"Well," Booth said, running and hand along the back of his neck. "Bones and I never did remember. And we were wondering if you'd be willing to do the whole thing a second time. If you have time."

Greg's smile was delighted as he called back to his wife. "Gwen? Come out here. We're closing for part of the day."

"You don't have to do that," Booth said. "We don't expect you to turn away other people for us." But Greg waved his hand and turned off the sign that indicated weddings were being performed.

"Yes, I have to do that," Greg disagreed. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. We see so many people come through here. Sober. Drunk. Happy. Annoyed. We never find out what happens. But every now again someone comes through and you can't help but think about them. You loved that girl, a blind man would have seen it. I'm so glad it worked out for you."

Hodgins snorted and Booth shot him a look. "We all knew you were in love with her, Booth. Some guy you barely knew could see it. I can't believe you ever thought the rest of us couldn't."

Greg nodded his agreement. "Where is your pretty bride?"

"She's with my girlfriend," Hodgins offered. "They are getting ready."

Impossibly, Greg's blue eyes brightened even more. "Getting ready?" He glanced at Booth. "You can't get married in that," he said, motioning to Booth's suit. "Come on in the back. I have something that's more suitable. It belongs to my son, but it should work for you."

"I'm fine," Booth argued.

Greg stared at him. "Your wife is getting ready in what is probably some sort of wedding gown. You need a tux. I have a tux. Stop being stubborn. If you came all this way to have a wedding you remember, at least make it worth remembering."

Hodgins sounded like he was choking as he tried not to laugh. "Just go, Booth. He's not wrong."

"Fine," Booth grumbled. "I imagine you have something else that needs fixing while I'm back there?" Booth asked, following him.

"The only thing that needs fixing today is you," Greg said pointedly, closing the door behind them.

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"Do you think this is okay?" Brennan asked, turning to get a good look in the mirror. "I didn't have a lot of time to shop and I wanted something simple."

Angela brushed quickly at her eyes. "It's beautiful, Bren. Thank you so much for letting me come with you."

Turning, Brennan looked at her friend. "Are those happy tears? And isn't a bride supposed to have her best friend with her on her wedding day?"

Her second wedding day, but Brennan didn't mind. She'd agreed happily to Booth's idea and to inviting Angela and Hodgins to come with them.

It seemed appropriate to go back to where it all began and start it over again. This time without the doubts that had plagued her. Brennan would be able to enjoy the moment without fear. She knew her future was with Booth and that was enough for her.

It was a monumental test of strength for Booth to return to Las Vegas. But Brennan had made sure he'd never be alone. They'd flown into an airport in Arizona to avoid any temptation and after the ceremony, they'd be returning there to enjoy a long overdue honeymoon.

"Yes, to both questions," Angela said. "And your dress is beautiful."

It fit Brennan perfectly, the lace falling to a train behind her. The back was low exposing a lot of skin in the area Booth loved to put his hand. Considering the heat, there were thin straps, instead of sleeves.

Angela knew the entire story now, of a wedding she couldn't remember and Brennan abandoning Booth in Vegas. Of the fear that had almost kept her from allowing her to feel all of this and the love that now overpowered it all.

"He's going to love it," Angela said, straightening the train behind her. Looking down at her phone as it vibrated in her hand, Angela smiled. "Our ride is here."

Brennan took a deep breath and gave herself a final look in the mirror. "Do you have everything?"

Angela double checked, even though she already knew the answer. "I have it. Come on, Bren. Let's get you married. Again."

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"Why are you so nervous?" Hodgins asked Booth. "It's not like you haven't done this before."

Booth glared, but didn't respond. Sure, he'd done this before, but this time he actually knew it was happening.

The tux Greg stored for his son was a little tight in the shoulders, but it fit well enough. Brennan's ring was in his pocket. She'd slipped it off that morning and handed it to him. She wanted the memory of him slipping it on her finger during the ceremony.

"They're here," Greg whispered. Booth turned toward the door and waited impatiently, reminding himself to breathe.

Angela came in first and spotting Booth, gave him a brilliant smile. Her happiness helped Booth relax slightly. If she was that calm, it meant Bones was doing okay with all of this.

Booth hadn't been sure that she'd agree, but he should have known better.

Bones stepped through the door and he hissed out a low breath, alarmed to feel himself tear up. He brushed quickly at his eyes and squared his shoulders, not wanting to miss a moment of her walk down the aisle.

"Is my dress okay?" she whispered after arriving at his side.

"It's perfect. You're perfect." He turned her, resting his hand right where Brennan knew he would.

"The two of you," Greg said, opening his book, "will be the couple I remember long after I stop doing this. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this a second time."

As the words were said and repeated, Booth wished time would slow. He wanted this perfect moment to last forever.

When it came time to slip the ring onto his own finger, Booth started to shake his head. But Bones give him a brilliant smile and turned to Angela. When she turned back, there was a circle of gold in the center of her palm.

"You have a ring?" he said.

Brennan glanced at Greg and he nodded at her to answer the question. "Of course I do. If I'm wearing one, you should as well. I looked it up and the circle represents infinity. I told Angela once that nothing in the universe happens once. That infinity goes in both directions. I think, no, I know, standing here this moment, that I was both right and wrong. We are getting our moment, twice, in this place. But what we feel for each other, what I feel for you, happens only once. And it should scare me," she said, sliding the ring on his finger, "but it doesn't scare me at all."

Greg smiled. "I think she said it better than I ever could. Now, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride. Again."

They made it memorable enough that not remembering the first one no longer mattered. Lifting his mouth from hers, she gifted him with a brilliant smile. "I love you, Booth."

"I love you too, Bones.

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Later that night in their hotel room, Brennan asked to see Booth's ring.

He held out his hand. It was the only thing he was currently wearing. "It fits fine, Bones." He twisted it on his finger, still amazed to be wearing it.

"I need you to take it off," she said.

He closed his fist quickly before she could try to pull it off herself. "Why, Bones? You just gave it to me." It had been an unsuspected surprise along with the vows she'd said when she slipped it onto his finger. He hadn't planned on ever removing it.

"Booth," she said softly. Her voice was full of love and understanding. "I don't want it back. I had something engraved on the inside. I wanted you to see it."

"Oh." Curious now, he opened the fist to take it off. "What's it say?" he asked. He tipped the ring so the inside was directed toward the light.

"There are two dates. The first one is original day we were married. And today. The original date will be the one on the marriage record. But I thought today was equally as important. And it's one that most people will never know about."

Closing his eyes he took a second to savor the moment. Then slipped the ring back on his finger.

"There's something else you should know about it," she said.

"Okay," he said slowly. He reached up to brush his knuckles long her cheek and then down her bare arm. "But I can't think of anything that could make it more special than it already is."

"Do you remember the chain I wore with my ring?"
He laughed. "I remember, Bones. I wondered what happened to it. I figured with all that happened in the hospital that day, it was lost."

"It would have been. Except Hodgins picked it up and returned it to me later. I went back to the jeweler you used and he helped me."

Booth turned the ring on his finger and met her gaze. "Helped you what?" He was suddenly sure that he was about to be proven wrong. That somehow she'd found a way to make everything more magical.

"I had them use the necklace to craft your ring. There may have been some additional gold added, I didn't ask."

He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. He'd been reduced to tears more today than he had been in years.

"Booth? Did I do something wrong?" she asked. Her hand cupped his cheek, trying to figure out what she'd done.

"Hell, no. Jesus, Bones." Reaching up, he trapped her hand against his cheek. "Don't ever tell me that your heart isn't huge. What you did is more than I ever dared hope for. You gave us a chance when I wasn't sure you would, loved me, and gave me some of the most precious gifts I will ever receive in my life. You have done nothing wrong."

"I love you, Booth. Thanks for being patient with me. For giving me time to figure out what I wanted."

"I love you, Bones. Thanks for being brave. Now," he said, pulling her toward him, "let's make this second marriage as official as the first."

The End