I'm so sorry that it has taken me ages to update. I actually had a chapter written up a while ago but when I went to post it, it was corrupted! I know! How awful! Anyway, Saturday is now my official posting day. So on Saturday, I will post at least one chapter for one of my stories…maybe if I'm feeling generous I might do two. Anyway…here is the next chapter. OH OH! CONGRATULATIONS TO ROBBIE WILLIAMS WHO IS GETTING MARRIED! Love ya Robbie!

Brennan opened her front door and staggered through. She threw her keys and handbag onto the couch and went straight to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she grabbed a bottle of beer and popped off the cap. Downing it in record time, she threw the bottle in the recycling bin and grabbed another bottle. She walked over to the table in the dining room and sat down at one of the chairs.

Booth has 5 more days to live.

Brennan took a deep breath and downed her second bottle. She put the bottle down on the table and peeled off the edge of the label. She ran her hand over her mouth and took a deep, somewhat refreshing breath.

Staring at the fridge, she considered upping the ante and downing a bottle of vodka instead of beer. Oh how she considered it. She wanted to feel that drunken haze again. She wanted to feel on top of the world. She wanted to feel carefree.

But that was something she couldn't -wouldn't- do.

Brennan walked to her bedroom, opened up her laptop bag, and pulled out her computer. Plugging the cord into the power point by her bed, she booted up the computer. She sat on her bed and leant against the head rest, her laptop sitting on her lap.

Opening up an internet page, she made a google search- chances of surviving a re-occurring brain tumour after 5 years.

The results were not good.

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Booth knocked on the door of his ex-girlfriend's house. The door opened almost immediately, revealing Rebecca on the other side.

"Seeley" she said, almost a sigh.

"Hey Becs." Booth stepped through the door "I'm here to pick up Parker."

"Yeah, I figured. Parker, Dad is here to take you out!" Rebecca called down the hall. "I'm so sorry Seeley." She shook her head slowly "if there's anything you need done, just ask."

"Thanks." Booth leant down and hugged her "just look after him."

"I will."

"Daddy!" Parker came running around the corner and skidded to a halt by Booth's feet. "I didn't know it was your weekend…actually it's a weekday!"

"I know, your mum is letting me have you today." Booth crouched down and ruffled his son's blond messy hair.

"That is so cool." Parker said.

"I know. Now go grab you're baseball glove and bat, I'm going to teach you a few of those throwing techniques I was telling you about."

"Ok." Parker nodded his head and ran to his bedroom.

"I'm not going to tell him Rebecca." Booth said, not making eye contact.

"I thought you wouldn't. Don't worry about him, I'll look after him." Rebecca said "you will never be replaced as his father."

"Thanks Rebecca" Booth kissed her on the cheek and smiled at her.

At that moment Parker came running around the corner, baseball bat and glove in hand.

"Come on Dad. Let's go!" He grabbed his Dad's hand and basically dragged him out the front door.

"See ya Becs" Booth called as he opened up the passenger seat door for Parker. He saw Rebecca waving from the window, and could've sworn she was wiping a tear from her cheek.

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"Step back on your right foot Parker, you've got to remember that." Booth told his son. For almost an hour now, they had been throwing a ball back and forth across the football oval down the road from Booth's apartment.

Parker stepped back and threw the ball into the air.

"Better" Booth said when the ball hit the centre of his glove. He grabbed the ball and threw it back.

"Hey Dad?" Parker asked before he threw the ball back.

"Yeah?"

"Are you better now?"

Booth missed the catch that should've been easy.

"Yeah, yeah I'm better" he lied easily.

"Are you sure? Your looking sick." Parker said, his young face etched with concern.

"I'm still a little bit sick, but I'm getting better." Booth said, picking up the ball and throwing it back.

"Ok. Hey Dad, I got another question."

"What is it?"

"When you get the staples out of your head, can I take them to school for show and tell?"

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Booth swung his car into the spot he always parked in by his apartment. He put it into park, put on the handbrake and turned off the ignition. He slumped into his seat and took a deep breath. He was feeling so tired. So weak. So un-Boothy.

He stepped out of the car and into the apartment building. On auto-drive he pressed the 'up' button on the elevator and rode it to his level.

He barely noticed his partner sitting on the floor next to his door.

"Bones!" Booth exclaimed when he almost tripped over her feet.

"Booth! I'm so sorry, I was just- I was waiting for you to come back." Brennan explained as she stood up. "You moved the spare key."

"Yeah well, if the rock didn't fool you, it couldn't fool anyone." Booth fumbled with his keys before he shoved the right one into the door. He opened it and let her in first. "So what you doing here Bones? Did you miss me?"

"I did." Brennan answered looking Booth directly in the eyes. He saw the venerable look in hers and it broke his heart.

"Are you going to be ok Bones?" He asked, resting a hand on his cheek.

"How can it not bother you that in 5 days, you are probably going to die! How does that not bother you?" Brennan screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "No more diner, no more late night dinners, no more banter, no more nothing Booth!"

"It does bother me Bones, believe me it does. But I'm not the one that will have to deal with losing someone" Booth said "I just want to make sure that you will be ok."

"I will not be ok." Brennan whispered sadly "no matter how hard I try to prepare myself, I will not be ok. I never will be. I'm losing the most important person in my life." She turned away from him and began pacing the hallway "I cannot deal with you dying again. The first time was bad enough, I was a wreak! But at least you walked through that door again. This time, there will be nothing. This time is for real. You won't be turning up at your funeral and I won't be able to slap you in the face. There's nothing I can do Booth, I hate feeling so useless."

Booth walked up to Brennan and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry about last time Bones." He wrapped his arms around her and held her as she broke. "I'm sorry this is hurting you."

Brennan gripped the back of Booth's shirt like her life depended on it as she took in deep, shuddering breaths.

"How was your day with Parker?" She asked, trying to turn the attention off herself.

"It was good. We played baseball at the park." Booth answered, running his fingers through her hair.

"Does he know?"

"No, and he won't know. I don't want him to know that I knew when I was going to die. I don't want him to know that I was worried sick."

"That sounds reasonable."

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"That's unfair Booth!" Brennan said for the tenth time in the past 5 minutes.

"No it's not Bones. You have the Guppy so you have to give it to me. That's the rules of the game." Booth explained, his hand palm up waiting for the card. "Hand it over Bones."

"That is so unfair" she huffed before she slammed the card into his hand. Booth put 4 cards face down onto the table.

"Do you have a Seahorse?" Booth asked.

"Hah! Go fish!"

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"You can't play Old Maid with two people Booth. If I don't have one of the cards I know that you must have it. The game will not work properly." Brennan protested as Booth decided which card out of the two in her hand he would pick.

"Your just sooking because you have the Old Maid." He picked a card and pumped his fist in the air.

"Yes! Winner, winner chicken dinner!"

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"Uno" Brennan said, tapping the wooden table.

"Hah! Draw two" Booth put down a blue draw two and smugly crossed his arms across his chest.

"I don't think so Booth." She put down her card – a red draw two "draw four Booth."

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"I've run out of card games" Booth said sadly "now what are we going to do?"

"It's 3 in the morning Booth. Maybe the logical thing to do would be to sleep." Brennan said, stretching her arms over her head.

"Watch the sun rise with me" he blurted out.

"Why?"

"Because it looks beautiful." Booth explained. "Come, on. We can sleep on the balcony. I'll set the alarm on my phone to go off before the sun rise. It'll be fun."

"Does the sun rise have the same affect as a sun set?" Brennan asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Angela once told me that a sun set is more beautiful if you watch it with someone you care about. Does a sun rise look more beautiful if you watch it with someone you care about?"

"I think it would."

"Ok, I'll watch it with you."

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Brennan turned over on her side when she heard Booth's alarm ring. The pair where sleeping on some blankets that he had laid down on the balcony.

"Hey Booth, wake up. Your gunna miss the sun rise" she said softly. She got no response from him. "Booth?" Brennan moved closer to him and put a hand on his chest, he was ice cold. "Wake up Booth." She shook him gently by the shoulders. "C'mon Booth, we've still got 4 more days." Brennan leant down to try and listen for his breathing or a heartbeat, but she couldn't hear anything over the pounding in her ears. Her hands were shaking so violently she couldn't keep them steady to check for a pulse. All she knew was that Booth was stone cold, and he wasn't moving.

That was never a good sign.

Ok, so a little cliffhanger never did anyone bad did it?

Now my useless news about my life and some things that I have found out in my absence –

-I have to stop texting so much, I went over my Cap by $41.

-My knee is killing me from sliding on it, it probably doesn't help that I'm sitting on my foot.

-Our school production of Grease is over, with two of the three nights a sell out (500 people).

-I'm very tired.

-My Cupcake tells me that Fizzles is back.

-I am part pastry.

-I seem to fall for guys who are younger than me.

-I love Dr. Pepper and Animal Crackers!

-Foot + Closed Door = Sore Foot

-I am a girl! (Yes I already knew that but I had to convince a 5 year old that I was a girl)

-5 year olds grab…like they grab streamers around your neck and end up shoving their hand down your top.

-Cars do not belong in a diner…they belong in a drive in.

-Emma was making a frustrated hand gesture, not grabbing my boobs.

-When Emma and I carry a set…we shuffle…like the penguin walk at Phillip Island

-I don't like the smell of butter or coleslaw in the morning. (Don't ask)

Anyway now that I've informed you about my life, you can review now :P