These will be self-contained one shots to accompany every episode of Season 5. They will be a continuation of each episode…how *I* think the episode should have ended.

Fair warning, I am a hardcore shipper.

Spoilers within. And I don't own Bones. If I did, that whole Angela/Wendell thing would NOT be happening.

Harbingers in the Fountain

Brennan followed Booth into his office, still trying to get him to explain Avalon's last comment. "What did she mean, Booth? What works out? Come on, you can tell me."

Booth walked around his desk and sat, absently tapping his Bobblehead Bobby. "It's hard to explain, Bones. Maybe someday. When you're ready."

"Ready for what, Booth? You are so obscure sometimes, it's frustrating." Brennan huffed, throwing herself to the chair in front of his desk.

"Bones. Seriously. Let it go." Booth stood up suddenly and walked to the door. "Want a cup of coffee?"

Brennan sighed. "Sure."

Booth nodded and headed off to the pantry. While he was gone, Brennan's eyes wandered around the office, looking at all of Booth's commendations and awards. Her gaze fell to his desk, where an unmarked folder sat next to his computer.

Looking behind her and seeing no sign of Booth, she ignored the twitch of conscience she felt about snooping and snatched up the folder, flipping it open quickly. Inside were scans of a brain, color-coded and labeled. At the top of each scan were the words "Booth, Seeley: Pre and Post-Operative scans". Brennan wondered why he had these particular scans handy and sitting right on top of his paperwork. She could tell by looking that there was no mass showing on the post-op scan, so she wasn't worried. But she had a feeling that something in the scan had Booth worried. A throat clearing brought her out of her reverie.

"Find something interesting to look at, Bones?"

Brennan had the good grace to flush as she closed the folder and placed it back where she found it. "I'm sorry, Booth. I had no right to-"

"No, it's okay. Really." Booth walked around the desk again, setting the coffee cups down and picking up the scans. "Maybe I should show these to you."

"What are they, exactly? PET scans? Of your brain?"

"Something Sweets gave me." Booth pointed to the brightly colored part of the first scan. "See this spot here, where it's lightly colored? Apparently, that is the part of the brain that recognizes love. This was the scan that was taken before my surgery." He handed her the second scan, much more brightly colored than the first. "This scan is supposed to have been taken while I was in the coma. See where the part that expresses love is lit up like a Christmas tree?" Brennan nodded, a confused look on her face. Booth held up the third scan. "And this one was taken after I woke up. See? Brighter than the first but lighter than the second. Understand?"

"So according to Sweets, you were not in love before your surgery, you were madly in love during your coma, and now you're still in love, but only as a side effect of the coma? Is that Sweets assessment?" Brennan scrunched up her face, knowing exactly what Booth was saying, and getting more and more upset with Sweets by the second.

"Pretty much, yeah. I mean, he's probably right, right? Love is nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain, isn't it?" Booth looked to her thoughtfully, wondering why she seemed so…well, angry.

"Will you excuse me for a moment, Booth? I will be right back." Brennan ran out of the office and raced to the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator.

When Brennan reached the correct floor, she hit the door running, not stopping until she got to the office she was looking for. She barged right past the secretary, and into the inner office. Dr. Sweets looked genuinely shocked to see Brennan standing there, waving the scans in her hand and breathing heavily.

"How dare you!" she huffed. "I should report you to the Board for this!"

"Dr. Brennan, calm down! What are you talking about?" Sweets had seen enough of what was in her hand to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he continued to play dumb out of self-preservation.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Booth isn't really in love? He's only reacting to his coma dream? You actually told him that?!?" Brennan was practically screaming by this point. "What kind of doctor are you? There is a reason I think psychiatry is a bunch of crap, and you are one of the main instigators! What, is this another of your experiments?"

Sweets' brain was too busy doing a complete disconnect to answer Brennan right away. He didn't know what, exactly, Booth had told her but he was fairly certain that it wasn't that the love he was supposedly feeling was for her. Somehow, however, she seemed to know anyway.

"Sweets! Are you going to answer me or do I have to go to Director Hacker?"

"Uh, yes Dr. Brennan…I mean, no. I can answer you." He stood from his chair so she wasn't looming over him so imposingly. "Listen, Agent Booth is still a bit unsure of who and what he is supposed to be. He had a very vivid dream in which he was married and expecting a child with the woman he loves, and it is only natural for him to want to carry that feeling over into his reality. However, knowing you as I do and how fragile you are towards being abandoned by loved ones; I needed Booth to see that, if these feelings are only ephemeral, he could do some serious damage to the strides you've made in becoming a more emotionally open person. The scans are true. The science bears that out. I was only looking out for both of you."

"You know something, Dr. Sweets? We don't need your help! And we certainly don't need you telling us whether we really love each other or if it's just a chemical reaction in our brains! If anyone knows the science of how those feelings are interpreted, it's me." Brennan's face softened slightly while she spoke. "But I have come to realize that not everything can be explained with science. And love is one of those things. I know-know that Booth loved me before his tumor, and I know that he loves me still. The physical reactions of love may show up in the brain, but love starts in the heart. Booth's heart hasn't changed. I know that better than I know the human skeletal system. So, from now on, you stay out of Booth's brain and leave him alone! Just let it go, Sweets. I can handle it from here."

Brennan spun around to stalk out the door of the office, but stopped cold when she realized that Booth was standing, stock still with a peculiar look on his face, inside the door. "Bones? Did-do you mean all that? What you said?"

Brennan sighed and closed the distance between them, placing her hands on Booth's face. "Have I ever said anything I didn't mean?"

"But Bones, you've always said that love was a che-" He stopped mid-sentence as she silenced him with a soft kiss.

"Booth. Listen to me. You're right; I think that love is a chemical reaction in the brain. Or, at least that is how it manifests itself physically. But every chemical reaction needs something to incite it, a spark. And every single day, for the last five years I have watched you use your heart to guide you, to make the most important decisions, to protect those you care about. Scans of your brain may be scientific proof that you love, but your actions are what solidify that proof. And I know that you love me, Booth. I've always known. I know your heart, because you show it me all the time. It isn't weak, it isn't tentative. It's strong and vibrant and full of so much love that even you can't hide it. I know firsthand about that powerful muscle that lies in your chest," She smiled, placing her hand over his heart, "because you gave it to me a long time ago."

Booth sighed and his shoulders sagged as if a great weight had been lifted from him. "Bones…my heart has always been yours. I'm just sorry it took me so long to say it."

Brennan wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tight. "You once said that everything happens eventually, and I took you at your word." She smiled up at him. "This time, I was just waiting for you to catch up with me."