A.N : I own nothing of Bones!

" Booth´s problem isn´t remembering who Brennan is, it´s remembering which Brennan she is" – Hart Hanson

Yeah, I know. I´m possibly crazy to be starting a new story. But this line of Hart Hanson wouldn´t just leave me alone, and I simply had to work with it. I hope ypou enjoy this one!

CHAPTER 1- CONFUSION

Booth squinted his eyes in her direction, as if trying to see through it, his Brown gaze finding what looked like the blue sky with tears. He couldn´t quite understand things around him,as if a fog had been placed at his mind.

Temperance bit her bottom lip in a feeble attempt to suppress the tears from forming, as she also fought with the wave of cold fear that had just started spreading all over her brain. What did he mean with that question? who are you? He sure knew who she was. It couldn´t be happening anything worse than finding out he had a brain tumor, than watching defenseless as the surgery went successfully and yet he slipped into a four long days coma. The universe couldn´t be so cruel now and make him have some kind of sequel. It simply wasn´t possible. More than that, it wasn´t fair. She approached gingerly, her hand resting on his arm, as she spoke carefully.

" Booth. You know who I am, right? You are just confused.I´m sure of it. Just…can you tell my name?" She was never someone to be praying. But right now, if it were necessary, she would knee to any God that could solve this and make things all right. She felt her heart skip a beat as his chocolate eyes blinked and his face scrunched in utter confusion.

" Of course I can tell your name, jeez. You are temperance Brennan. What, you think that I would just forget about you? Is that even possible?" He furrowed his eyebrows in her direction, talking slowly, as if he was directing himself to a five year old kid.How could I ever, ever forget about her? He was amazed by the big smile that formed down her face at his statement, and warmed by her sudden movement , throwing her arms around him out of no where. But temperance Brennan had been scared for life for the past days, and all she felt she ever wanted in her life suddenly was there: Booth, her partner, her friend, awake and , for one of the few times in her life, she let her heart speak.

" Thank God. Not that I believe in God, it´s a manner of speaking. But Booth, you scared the hell out of me. Actually not just me, everyone. How could you just slipped to a coma after anesthesia? Really, you should had informed the medical staff that you reacted so poorly to drugs, and …" She was blabbering, and she knew it. But right now, she didn´t care, all the energy she had been saving while seated besides him surfacing.

" Whoa, slow down. I´m still kinda of puzzled here. You said I was in a freaking coma? Heck, I don´t even remember clearly why the hell I´m here in the first place, and…wait, is this something to do with a brain tumor?" He watched as she nodded quickly, and took a long breathe. " Ok. So, I´ve survived. Was the surgery any good?" He was actually afraid to ask.What if they couldn´t get the whole thing out? What if it wasn´t really benign? What if he just had two months of life or something equally depressing? But Brennan was quick to calm him down, looking at his groggy eyes and squeezing his hand lightly.

" Booth…everything is fine. It was just like I´ve said when you woke up. The surgery was successful, although your response to the anesthesia was bad. But that´s all. You´re back. Everything is back in it´s right place. Relax. Try to adapt your mind back to reality. And why are you looking at me like that?" It was really strange. Booth was looking at her as if…he wanted her. In the physical way. Maybe more. She could tell he was in deep thought, for his eyes were glassy and his forehead squinting a little as he studied her strongly.

His head was a freaking mess, he realized. It was all fuzzy and blurred. He knew and remembered the basics, but it felt like everything was muffled and mixed with the images that were formed in his head right before he woke up. It was all so damn real. As real as the bed he was lying at, as the touch of her fingers at his. He did not lie when telling her he knew who she was. But he sure as hell was having trouble to place her exactly where she belonged.

" It´s just…I know who you are, I really do. But are you…my Bones? Or Bren? My Bren." It all came to that if he was sincere. Who was the real woman. The crazy, feminist partner he teased calling her Bones, the one he had never touched with intimacy, or Bren, his…wife. The woman he remembered so vividly making love with, the person he would die and kill for, that he still could feel her lips over his as they kissed and kissed. He knew she was his in some way, no matter what. He just couldn´t quite figure out how exactly. It was like his brain was passing a really strange and vivid movie, and it was all about temperance. But he could not tell which images had indeed happened. But good Lord, he sure as hell hoped for some of them to be real. Because it was so damn good.

Temperance Brennan froze in her tracks. Did he just called her his? And more importantly, did he just had called her Bren? She searched at her computer screen frenetically, as if he had been reading what she had been writing in the past few days to distract herself, that silly "The lab" Story. Where there was Bren and Booth. Where everything was backwards and in a pararel but amusing universe. She shook her head while looking at the blank screen. She had deleted could never possibly had read that. It was just an amazing, strange coincidence.

" What? Booth, stop it. You are really starting to worry me. I´m Bones. You´ve being calling me like that since the day we met, no matter how many times I´ve asked you to stop. There´s only one me, and that´s it." She stated firmly, watching as his face went from questioning to confused and then, apparently crestfallen, as if she had told him that there would be never sun again.

He couldn´t help it. Because everything he remembered about Bren was so damn marvelous. Her smell in the morning when she arrived home and went near him at bed, asking him if he loved her. Her caresses, the way she praised him and told him that yes, she loved him. The way she had seated on his lap and announced that they were having a freaking baby. he could still feel the wave of happiness he felt at her statement. How could any of this not be real? He had felt and experienced all of it. He could still taste her in his mouth.

" No. There´s something wrong. I mean, we´re together. We had this club, and there was a murder, and I was protecting you. Everybody was there too, so I know that it was real. Kinda of weird, but real. We made love. You were wearing a ring. We were having a baby. It just…it was so real. No way I´m just imagining all of this." The word baby was what caught her attention the most. And despite the appalling , absolutely strange and impossible fact that he was describing her little playing with her writing, something was starting to make sense, and she smiled gently to him.

" It wasn´t real, Booth. You are just projecting some unsolved things. You are still under the effects of the drugs. Anesthesia is known for strange visions and dreams that people under its effects suffer. It´s almost like hallucinating. Clearly, you were still very impressed by the fact that I had asked you for your sperm and my decision to get pregnant. You were actually telling me how you couldn´t exactly do this when things became more complicated with your health condition. Obviously, during your coma, your brain kept reminding you of it, and you had this fantasies where I was pregnant. Trust me. It wasn´t real. We are the same as always. We don´t own any bar. I´m a forensic anthropologist, you are a FBI agent. We are partners and friends. You are just confused. Ok?" She wished strongly for him not to argue. She wasn´t sure she could take this right now. It was so surreal. All she really wanted was to celebrate the fact he was awake and tell it to the doctors, their friends, the world. Surely all this mess in Booth´s head would quickly pass as he became more aware of reality.

Booth still had a lot of questions. Like hell he would just drop it forever. Heck, even if what she was telling him was true, he still would like very much to know why in hell then, he had those said fantasies. But the look at her face told him it was time to leave it for now. And even thought he wasn´t sure of which temperance Brennan she actually was, he was still a master in reading her. And right now, he could see she had reached her breaking point. If he kept pushing, she would just retreat and refuse to talk about it. She would compartimentalize, and then, everything would be forgotten for sure. So, he squeezed her fingers back as a response, closing his eyes briefly as his head started to throb.

" I will call your doctor and let him know that you are awake. He´ll certainly want to make some tests with you, to make sure that everything is all right. And them, I will call the team, they will be thrilled to hear that you have finally came back." She spoke softly, noticing the pained expression he had, and something inside her stirred. Because somehow, she was sure that what was bothering him was not just physical pain. It had everything to do with the strange dream he just had.

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His room was full of people, all the team gathered there to see with their own eyes Booth´s recovery and talk to him. Brennan stood next to his bed, pretending to be fully concentrated in a conversation with Cam about booth´s condition , but the true was that her attention was only half there, the other part realizing that Booth just kept stealing glances at her, as if trying to figure something out. He also pretended to be engrossed into a conversation with Hodgins and Sweets, but his eyes would invariably rest wherever she was. Temperance sighed, wishing Booth could just stop, as she felt Angela approaching and stopping by her side, a curious expression all over her face as she poked her best friend´s shoulder to call her attention.

" sweetey…what´s up with those funny looks that Booth is giving you? He´s doing it since we´ve arrived here." Brennan felt her muscles cringe with that question. Trust Angela to realize such a thing and bring it on without hesitation. Her friend didn´t miss a thing. And now, cam was studying Booth carefully, after hearing Ange´s words, and nodding with her head.

" You know, now that you´ve mentioned, Ange…it´s true. Booth is giving you weird looks,dr. Brennan. Did you too had a fight or something? Because you seem to be avoiding much contact with him, to be sincere. You had barely exchanged a word with him since we got here." Great, just great. I´m stuck with two very observant people right now. What am I supposed to do? Brennan considered lying for a moment, but knew it would be pointless. Angela knew her far too well to realize when she was not telling the true and when she was uncomfortable with something. So, she took a long , calming breathe and decided for the true. Just like ripping off a band aid.

" I don´t know what´s wrong with Booth. He just had this…strange dream about the two of us right before he woke up, and he seems to be having trouble with dealing with it against the reality." She w as actually proud of her way to tell the true without spilling all the information. Angela smiled broadly, the way she always did when her mind was up to something. Usually, with sexual innuendos.

" A dream? Like a very kinky one? That would explain why he seems ready to jump at you." Angela surveyed the FBI agent once more to be sure of her suspicions. Booth had this lost little boy look every time he gazed at Bren, mixed with something more that she could only name it for desire. Cam actually had the nerve to smile at the artist comment, also giving a sideways glance at Booth before speaking.

" Again, I´ll have to agree with Angela. He is giving you a look that is very similar with the one he used to give me when we were, you know…together." An idea suddenly crossed Angela´s mind, and she had to control herself not to start jumping and squealing.

" Oh My God! Did something happen between the two of you? Like a sweet love declaration before he went to surgery or a steamy kiss full of passion after he woke up? Is this why he is so adamant at his " I want Brennan " looks?" Ooh, this would be just perfect! Maybe thos e two had finally admitted what is so damn obvious.But she felt disappointment taking all her heart by the vehement denial that came out of Bren´s mouth.

" Ange,no! No way. Nothing happened, stop having this kind of thoughts about me and Booth. I´ve told you a million times, we are just friends." Temperance felt the beginning of a headache. Which would be no surprise giving the stress that she has being throught. " Booth dreamed that we were …a couple. That´s all. He woke up a little confused, but I´ve explained things to him. He is just probably embarrassed by having telling me what was on his mind while he was asleep. That´s all." She deliberately left outside from the picture the fact that Booth actually believed that they were married, that they had sex and that they were having a baby. Angela would go hysterical if I told her that. Things were already too complicated without having Angela to set them on fire. Her best friend gave her an odd look before giving her a cat smile.

" You believe in whatever you feel the best, sweetey. But no way that is a confused look. Trust me on this." And the truth was, Temperance knew it. But she just wasn´t ready to accept and face it. It was scaring the hell out of her. She ventured to stare at Seeley Booth herself, only to find his eyes resting at her. They looked at each other as if trying to understand what could be happening, but only more doubts came with that. Things were definitely changing. And neither of them knew exactly why and if it was right.

TBC…

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