Thanks yet again to my beta CalleighAryn for her suggestions. Hope you enjoy!


"I have a bad feeling about this."

Booth wrapped his arms around Hannah. "You're just nervous. But you don't need to be. Parker's going to love you."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. I should warn you: I don't have a lot of experience with kids. If you gave me the choice of being in a room full of kids, or a room full of terrorists, I'd be more comfortable with the terrorists."

Booth's laughter was cut off as someone knocked on the front door of their apartment. "You'll be fine, I'll promise." He gave her a quick kiss and sprinted to the door.

Parker jumped into Booth's arms the second the door opened. "Hey Dad!"

"Hey bud! It's so good to see you." Hugging his son, Booth turned to the man who had accompanied him, Rebecca's boyfriend. "Thanks for bringing him by, Drew. I really appreciate you and Becca letting me have him this weekend."

"She says she's sorry it's been so long since you've been able to see him. I am too. Have a good weekend, guys." He waved goodbye to Parker and left.

With Parker still in his arms, Booth walked back into the apartment and closed the door behind him. "Are you ready to have a ton of fun this weekend?"

"Yea!" Parker shouted. "What are we going to do?"

"Tonight I thought we could order pizza for dinner, have ice cream for dessert, and watch a movie."

"Pizza from Papa Gino's?" Parker asked, naming his favorite pizza place.

"Of course."

"Awesome! And chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream?"

Another favorite. His son was so predictable. "It's in the freezer right now."

"You're the best, Dad. What movie are we going to watch?"

Booth opened the cabinet under the television and began to read off titles. "Well, we've got Cars, Finding Nemo, Toy Story, The Lion Ki- "

"Can we watch Spiderman?"

Booth pasted on a smile. Parker always wanted to watch Spiderman. Maybe he could pretend to lose it the next time his son came to visit. Or lose it for real. "Sure. Then tomorrow I got us tickets to a Capitals game, and on Sunday I figured we'd check out that visiting circus. I hear they've got lions and tigers and elephants and-"

"Clowns?" Parker interrupted, blissfully unaware of his father's phobia.

Booth suppressed a shudder. "Yeah, I'm sure they have clowns too." Nice, non- homicidal clowns. "So what do you think?"

"Sounds good," Parker said. "Is Bones going to come to the game with us? Or to the circus?"

"No, Bones is busy this weekend." Booth didn't actually know what his partner had planned for the weekend, but he assumed she'd find some squinty stuff to keep her occupied.

"Oh." Parker's voice made his disappointment clear. "What about Grandpa Max?"

"Grandpa? Why would you call him that?"

"He told me to call him 'Grandpa'."

"Really." Booth made a mental note to have a talk with Max the next time he saw him.

Parker finally noticed the anxious looking woman standing in a corner of the living room. "Is that your girlfriend?"

Booth followed Parker's gaze to Hannah and gave her an encouraging smile. "That's her. Hannah, meet Parker. Parker, Hannah." Booth gently lowered his son to the floor.

Hannah approached Parker and bent down to shake his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Parker. Your dad has told me a lot about you."

"Dad told me about you too," Parker said. "He said that you're a journalist, and that you've won a bunch of awards."

"That's true. Did he say anything else about me?" She asked in a conspiratorial whisper.

"He said you were very pretty. And that when I met you, I had to be on my best behavior. He really likes you."

Hannah laughed. "I really like him too."

"So are you going to be my step-mom?"

Hannah shot a panicked look at Booth.

"We're not getting married, bud," Booth interjected. Not yet, anyway.

"Why not?" wondered Parker. "Because you love Bones?"

The color drained from Booth's face. "Why would you say that, Park?"

"Everyone says you love Bones."

"Who's everyone?" Booth pressed.

Parker started counting on his fingers. "Mom, Grandpa Max, Dr. Hodgins, Angela, Cam, the British intern, the sad intern-"

"Okay, you are NEVER hanging out at the Jeffersonian ever again."

"But I like the Jeffersonian! Grandpa Max teaches me how to do these really cool exp-"

"He's NOT your grandfather," Booth interrupted. "Go play in your room. Now." His head hung low, the boy did as his father asked. "I can't believe he said that," Booth muttered when he and Hannah were alone again.

"Don't be mad at him. He was only being honest. " She put her arms around him. "I don't care what people are saying about you and Temperance; popular opinion isn't the same as truth."

Booth breathed a sigh of relief. "Exactly."

"It is only popular opinion, right?"

"Right," Booth agreed. "All that's in the past."

Hannah pulled away from him. "Meaning you did love her."

Booth's face reddened. It wouldn't be easy, but he had to tell her the truth. "Yeah. I used to think she was the one, but-"

"How long did you think that? Are we talking weeks, months…?"


"How many years?"

He broke eye contact. "From the day we first met to the day she shot me down…six."

"You loved her for six years?" Hannah let out a low whistle. "Wow. And how long ago did she shoot you down?"

"Shortly before I left for Afghanistan."

"Oh. So I'm just the rebound girl then. That explains why you were so quick to ask me to move in with you. You're using me to get over her."

"No! I would never use a woman like that. I had already moved on before I met you."

"You're sure about that?"

He kissed her. "Of course I'm sure. One hundred and ten percent."


"Bones…baby…baby, baby…"

"Seeley!" Hannah shook her sleeping boyfriend's shoulder. "Seeley, wake up! Now!"

Booth slowly started to open his eyes. "What time is it?"

Hannah looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. "4:47."

"It's not time to wake up yet." His eyes now fully open, he found Hannah staring at him. She didn't look happy. "What's wrong?"

"You were talking in your sleep. You said 'Bones' and you called her baby. Several times."

What? I called Bones 'baby'?

Suddenly images from his dream were floating through his mind once more. In his mind's eye he was sitting in a chair with Bones on his lap, and she was telling him she was pregnant. Then they were smiling and kissing each other thoroughly.

That's why I was saying 'baby'. Because Bones was having my baby. Our baby.

I was having my coma dream again.

I love that dream.

I do?

Yes, I do.


If I still love the idea of being married to Bones, of starting a family with her…

Then I still love her.

But I love Hannah too.

I'm confused.

"The course of true love never did run smooth."

Shakespeare. How do I know that?

Bronze Shakespeare statue guy!

But why did it pop in my head just now?

Because I know deep down that Bones is my true love?

But Bones doesn't want me!

But I still love her.

I've always loved her.


"Okay. Maybe I still have some feelings for Bones. But that doesn't mean I don't love you. I do."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I know. I love you too, but I can't possibly compete with a woman you've loved for six years. Your heart still belongs to her, and I bet it always will."

"Hannah, I'm so sor-"

"Don't apologize, Seeley; It's no one's fault." She wiped away her tears with the back of one hand. "You can't help who you love. Temperance is an amazing woman, and I honestly hope the two of you will be happy together someday."

Less than an hour later, Hannah had packed up everything she owned. She gave Booth one last hug before walking out of his apartment and his life.

I should have known she'd leave me sooner or later, Booth thought as he watched her go.

I may not have loved Hannah the way I loved…okay, love…Bones, but she made me happy.

I doubt I'll ever be that happy again.

He was wrong.


I'm thinking of doing one more chapter to give BB their happy ending. Interested?

Thanks for reading my little fic. All comments are greatly appreciated.