(Universe One)

"Angela, where are we going?"

Angela didn't bother look behind her as she dragged her 'friend' through the streets of Washington DC . They made quite a pair, the two of them: One a dark haired artist with coffee stained slacks, the other a befuddled anthropologist, who kept looking around and muttering about things being wrong, her children ('Baby Brennan-Booths!' Angela's mind squealed), and her apartment. Of course, the most stares they were getting was because Tempe was dressed in her pjs, a pair of slip on shoes and a quickly grabbed coat.

"Amazing…my subconscious has certainly done an amazing job." She muttered. "And you say Barrack Obama is President? Did he beat President Hanks by much? Politics isn't my passion, but it seems…"

"Hanks?" Angela questioned.

"Yes…Thomas Hanks."

"…Tom Hanks, the actor."

"That is correct. Booth finds it amusing that the man we both technically call boss voices our daughter's favorite toy cowboy…ow! Angela, you are pulling too hard!"

"No, I seriously am not!" Angela said, finding that it was time for her to nearly begin hyperventilating. Angela had seen crazy things…she had seen ghostly images direct her a dying friend, skeletons ooze strange liquid that turned them to glass, and cannibalistic serial killers. So…the idea that her best friend was now someone else, another Temperance Brennan that had married Booth and produced two little Squints…that was possible…right?

"Are we sure I'm not dreaming this?" Angela muttered.

"I am pretty sure if anyone is dreaming this, it is me," Tempe stated. "However, I suppose for you, a dream me might say that…this is why I prefer skeletons. They give your hard answers, not any of that soft stuff your husband is always spouting off."

"…husband?" Angela squeaked.

Tempe frowned. "Yes, Lance. Don't tell me in this dream world that I have not allowed you two to begin dating? I can see part of my subconscious' reasoning, as I feel that his profession is a waste of his mind, but considering how happy he makes you-"

"…must go faster, must go faster, must go faster…"

(Alt Dimension)

Bones kept her eyes closed.

All around her, she could hear the sounds of the household getting ready for the day. The gurgling of a coffee pot, the cling of a spoon against a bowl, the happy chatter of her…her…daughter…the coos of her…son…in his playpen, Booth padding about the kitchen fixing breakfast.

At some point, Booth had moved her down to the living room, letting her come back to the world of the living on her own, as he had found himself with two scared children to deal with. But a couple of jokes and his own hiding of his fears had done enough to convince the two to calm down and ignore mommy's fainting spell.

'Mommy'

Now there was a word to induce fits of fear. Temperance Brennan wasn't a 'mommy'. Oh, she had taken care of Andy, but that was different. That was being a foster parent. That was cuddling a bundle of fluff and happily turning him over to his new parents when the time arrived.

This...this was not right.

She had toyed with the idea of having a child, but after Booth's tumor...that idea had disappeared. The mere sight of him, such a powerful force, reduced to such a fragile state, had taught her the futility of human life. What kind of monster would force a child into that existence?

And yet, in this world...she had.

She wasn't for sure this was a dream, not yet. It was to livid, too full of detail. She would search for sounds and find them at times, then not find them. She had comprehension, but no control. She had tried to will herself to Hawaii or the Jeffersonian...no dice.

So chances are this wasn't a dream.

And that led her to the scarier thought.

There were only four explanations,if this weren't a dream: This wasn't real, and she had gone crazy; this wasn't real...it was a massive joke; this WAS real and she had somehow broken through from her dimension to another (she'd read a physics article in Time that spoken of such things, and the logic seemed sound); this was real and she had simply forgotten.

The first answer she could not believe. And even if she did, it would be too big of a risk. If this was real, and she began to proclaim it false, then she would be thrown into a sanitarium. There was nothing to suggest though that if this were a delusion that it was a bad thing, so that option would be put on hold.

She could not see this being a joke. Booth would never be that cruel to here, and even if he could, there were too many touches…too many little things of her own in just this living room that Booth had no clue about…

No, not a joke.

The dimensional sliding. Physics wasn't Temperance's thing, but she knew Hodgins had raved about the idea that in another world he was really Superman…could it be possible that, by some flare of solar rays or the collision of two atoms, she had ended up in this place? And if that were so, was there a way back?

The final option, that she place was real and she had simply forgotten…it sounded like it wasn't possible. Something Booth would have thought of her, not her.

Booth.

He had dreamed of a world where they were married, owned a club.

He had thought it real.

Could it be that…that there was a dream, just not this world. Could the life she thought she had lived be the dream, and this was her reality?

Whatever the case may be, all the situations pointed to one course of action: The accept this world and learn more of it. She would treat it as an anthropological study, this little family a tribe she was studying, to learn their ways. Of course, in this tribe, she was considered the be the alpha female…

"Booth," She called out quietly, slowly rising to find three sets of eyes on her, though the littlest set was more eyeing her as if she were breakfast.

"Hey…gave us quite a scare," Booth said, trying to be good natured about this.

"Then prepare for another," Bones said bruntly. "I…I think I lost my memory."

Tempe frowned as she looked at the person Angela had presented her with. "We are getting help from Cyndi Lauper?"

Avalon Harmonia merely smiled. "I've been called worse things."

Angela bayed Tempe to sit down. "No, Sweetie. Avalon is a psychic…a very good one."

"Unlikely. It is more plausible she simply uses generalized statements to gather information and present it in a way that appears magical."

Angela chuckles. "Ok, so we know for a fact you are a Brennan."

Avalon frowned. "This is not Temperance Brennan."

Tempe waved her hand, smirking. "See, she used your comment about me being a Brennan to make the wager that though I look like Temperance Brennan, I am not her."

"I didn't say that," Avalon stated, eyes half closed. "You are Temperance…but not our Temperance. I see roads, paths through a forest, stretching out in all directions." Her hands began to wave about. "I…I see Special Agent Temperance Brennan, working with anthropologist Dr. Seeley Booth." Her head ticked to one side. "Another trial…darkness…blood…Booth and Brennan, the new Bonnie and Clyde…" Avalon went ramrod still. "One life a President, another a pauper…wait…wait…" Her eyes snapped open. "Your son Max is a beautiful child."

Tempe slammed her hands against the table, standing up, tears in her eyes. "How do you know that name?"

Avalon smiled. "I see your home…it is beautiful. A daughter much like you…you fear she will face the same pain you did. And a son, a child you long to hold again."

"…yes…" Tempe whispered.

Angela shook her head in amazement. "So…this is Temperance Brennan…just from…another world?"

"Only in soul." Avalon gave Tempe a sly smile, staring at her chest, causing Tempe to blush. "The body is that of your Temperance Brennan."

"Then where is the other Temperance, the one I'm stuck in?" Tempe asked, not quite believing what she was hearing.

Avalon focused for only a few moments. "With your body. You live each others lives."

Tempe let out a sigh of relief. "Ok…ok." She looked up at Angela. "So your Temperance is watching my kids…good." Angela didn't say a word. "Ang…that is good right? I mean…she's me…she can manage a baby and a toddler, right?"

"Uh…sure," Angela mumbled.