A/N: So if there is anyone left reading this story that is a miracle. I can't believe how long I have taken to update, it is ridiculous. This is the very reason I normally finish writing stories before I publish them, so I don't keep people waiting. So if there is anyone who is still writing this story, I want to apologize.

I also apologize for the lameness of this chapter. I am trying to quickly end this story since I've lost all inspiration to finish it. Sorry about that.


Hannah stepped further into the room, her eyes looking only at Booth, as though Brennan and Angela were not even present.

Angela must have sensed the tension, because before anyone else could say a word, she stepped in front of the couple, her hands held up in surrender. "Please guys, not in here. Do not drag Temperance into your argument. You've put her through enough, and—"

"Angela you were right," Hannah interrupted softly, the words silencing her

"What?" The artist looked confused.

Hannah took in a breath before continuing. "You told me to wake up and see, and I did. I don't know how I've allowed myself to blindly believe otherwise. Thank you. And this will be simple, I promise you." She looked at Brennan. "Doctor Brennan; I'm not here to create a big scandal."

"Then why are you here?" Booth asked, confused by her words, confused by Angela's words.

"To see you," she answered. "To tell you that it's over, Seeley. I love you, and a part of me will probably always will. You're the most decent guy I've ever known, but that's exactly why we can't do this anymore. I told you before I'm not the settling down type, and I can see clearly that you are. I'm sorry I've allowed it to go this far, I truly am. I didn't mean to hurt you… either of you." She turned and looked at Brennan again, who's eyes had begun watering. "If I had known…" she looked back at Booth. "If I had known I would have gotten this attached, I wouldn't have started anything. And I need to leave, before it gets too hard not to."

"Hannah," Booth's voice broke. "That—"

"Don't try to stop me. We've both known that this was never a long-term relationship." She wiped back her tears. "Don't mistake this for being easy, Seeley. This is the hardest thing I've had to do, but I have to do it. I'll be by your place to get my stuff."

Hannah turned to leave, but stopped a foot from the door and turned to Brennan. "It was nice getting to know you, Temperance. I think God you're alive. Get better, and best of luck."

Two pairs turned their gaze to Booth, watching him stand there like a fool, mouth wide open as he stared into space.

Brennan was the first to speak, her voice full of hesitation and worry. "Booth…?"

The FBI agent snapped out of his thoughts. "I have to go." He said, still standing in place.

Angela and Brennan both nodded understandingly.

Booth didn't say anything else as he shuffled his way out of the hospital room, seeming to be in a daze.

"What did you say to Hannah?" Brennan asked, her voice laced with irritation.

Angela shook her head, looking dumbfounded herself. "I have no idea…"


He had tried to talk to Hannah some more, to understand what happened, to try and convince her to reconsider, but she was done. Done with talking, done with him. She tried to assure him it was nothing he did, but he couldn't help but feel responsible in some way. The last few days had been weird between them. Ever since he called her about Bones' condition, things had not been normal. Maybe he should have done something about it then, maybe he would have been able to save the only true relationship he had been in the last few years. Maybe he would not have lost the woman he loved… again.

Booth sat up from his couch he had collapsed on hours earlier. He suddenly realized how okay he was with this entire situation. He should have been devastated by now. He should be at a bar, drinking away his sorrows. Or at least at home, draining the last of his alcohol stash. Instead he was contemplating Hannah's actions and what he could have done different. He wasn't broken hearted—he wasn't sure how he would describe his emotions—relief?

That didn't seem right. He was in love with Hannah, why was relief the response he felt to her dumping him?

Bones.

Booth placed his hand over his mouth at the realization. He wasn't sure how, but for some reason just the very thought of his partner completely nullified the heartbreak, the distress he should have felt. There was no logical reasoning why that was. Despite her recent actions in which she apologize for telling him, or at least her hallucination of him, that she loved him, he knew things between them would never work out. They were too different… they had missed their chance long along. At least that's what he kept telling himself, his heart seemed to have other plans as at just the very thought of love and Bones, his heartbeat increased.

The events of the last couple days, the confusion of it all was flooding his mind, attacking the little bit of sense he had left. It was almost overwhelming. But in that exact moment, there was a split second of clarity. It was the only thing that made sense in a world of confusion.

Bones.

Maybe they wouldn't work out, he didn't know. Truthfully, that didn't matter to him at this precise moment. Years of partnership replayed, exploring memories and resurfacing old feelings. He pulled himself from memory lane, realizing yet again some simple facts he didn't realize he had forgotten. Temperance Brennan was an extraordinary woman. No, not just an extraordinary woman, but an extraordinary person. No one in his life had ever showed him the loyalty, devotion, support, and—dare he think it—the love that she had during the years they had spent together. She had sacrificed her own welfare for him, for his happiness, time and time again. If that was not love, then what the hell was? And if that was love, what the hell was he still doing here?


It was nearly midnight; Angela had left some time ago at the insistence of her husband. Cam had come by to visit, but she did not stay long, to which Brennan was secretly grateful. It was very tiring to pretend everything was okay. Though convincing her friends was easy enough; all she had to do was put on happy face and reassure them that she, as a robotic person with no feelings, was not at all bothered by anything, least of all Booth. The tiring part, the draining part, was when she tried to convince herself of the same thing.

But everything was not okay, nor would it be okay. She knew it was her fault that Hannah had broken up with Booth, and she didn't doubt that he would resent her for that. She also didn't doubt that he was probably still talking to the blonde, reassuring her that he had no feelings for the anthropologist, and sooner or later they would patch things up and be a happy couple again. She knew she should be happy for them, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't muster up that emotion.

She heard the door open and unconsciously prayed that it wouldn't be Booth. To her relief, it wasn't. It was the night nurse, Andra, checking up on her. As she did her routine check on the machines, she chit-chatted about nothing and everything. It wasn't until she asked about Booth that Brennan even paid attention.

"What?"

The nurse laughed. "Didn't mean to embarrass you," she said lightly, referring to the blush that crept upon Brennan's cheeks. "I was just asking about that man who's been visiting you. There's lots of talk going on at the nurse's station, no one's sure what's going on between the two of you and that blondie. The best guess is that he was cheating on you while you were in the coma."

More like he cheated on her by kissing me. Brennan surprised herself by thinking.

"But that's just gossip. Obviously we don't know what's really going on between the two of you."

"If you figure it out, let me know, okay?" Brennan said with all seriousness.

Andra gave her a small smile and finished up her work and turned to leave. As she did, the door squeaked open once again and to their surprise, Booth slipped in.

"Hi…" He began, sounding hesitant.

"Maybe you should let me know," Andra said with a wink, walking past Booth and out the door.

Booth seemed confused. "What was that about?" He asked, gesturing towards the nurse.

"Nothing." She lied. "What are you doing here, Booth?"

It was clear he sensed her annoyance, as his face contorted into a wince. "I had to see you." He responded with all honesty.

Brennan swallowed, feeling unnaturally nervous. "I don't want to see you."

She was surprised by the hurt his expressed—mainly because eyes did not express anything. "Bones, please let me talk."

"If you're here to blame me for wh—"

"Of course not!" Booth objected.

Brennan cut her sentence short, but quickly continued with another one. "Or tell me that you and Hannah—"

"I'm not here to talk about Hannah, Bones." The FBI agent said firmly. "But you should know that Hannah and I are over. For good."

"Then why are you here?"

"Did you mean it?" He asked, completely ignoring her question when posing his.

Brennan was confused. "That does not answer my question."

"You didn't answer mine either," he rebutted. "And I think mine is far more important."

"Did I mean what?" She asked, still confused.

Booth took a couple steps towards her bed, then pulled up the nearby chair and sat down. His eyes were wide, as if searching her face for the answer she didn't know. "When you said you loved me… did you mean it?"

Why was he bringing this up again? Didn't he remember where their last conversation like this ended up? Why was he doing this to her? She refused to be part of whatever it was he was trying to do, she pulled her eyes away from his and stared at the ceiling, refusing, without words, to acknowledge his question.

"Bones?"

It would be too hard to lie and say she didn't mean it; it would break her heart all over again.

"Bones," he said again, placing his hand on her arm, which immediately caused goosebumps to form on her skin. "Look at me."

Something about his voice made her turn back to him. Maybe it was the urgency, or the desperation—she wasn't quite sure. "Yes." She barely croaked out. "Yes I meant it."

Booth looked like he was about to cry, but his lips formed a quick smile instead.

"But—" She was about to apologize again, for being part, if not the whole, reason Hannah broke up with him, but Booth gently placed his finger on her lips, silencing her.

"I'm sorry I didn't wait…" He began, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "I wasn't ready to give you up when Hannah came along. I had never felt about anybody the way I felt about you, and to hear you didn't feel the same was too much. Instead of trying, instead of continuing to pursue the one person I wanted, I gave up. I settled. That wasn't fair… it wasn't fair to me and it was most definitely not fair to you. I should have fought. I should have given you a chance…"

Brennan smiled through her own tears. "Booth—"

"I know I don't deserve—" He cut himself short, his eyes trailing up to her head wound. "… I know that I've hurt you. I know that I don't deserve a second chance, but, Temperance… I love you, and I don't think there has been one single moment in a long time that I haven't. And I'm sorry that it took a bullet to the head and my girlfriend to finally realize that."

The anthropologist let out a shaky breath as she tried to bring her emotions in check. "Booth, if it took me getting shot in the head to realize my affections for you, then I wouldn't trade it for the world. And I'm sorry that—"

Her apology was interrupted by Booth's lips on top of hers. Her mind told her to pull away, to be rational about the situation; but her reflexes took over as she pulled him closer. She momentarily forgot about the world, about the crazy, ridiculousness of life. None of it mattered, not as long as she had Booth.

It was several minutes later before they pulled away, both slightly out of breath. Booth grinned and kissed her nose. "You know what?"

"What?"

"While you've been slacking off in bed, the murderers have been getting away." He teased.

She chuckled slightly. "Not for long."

His grin turned into a full frame smile. "Apparently they found some carcass in a bee hive; the bees were actually using the remains to store their honey."

Brennan's eyes opened wide with interest. "Really?"

The FBI agent nodded. "Yep, the squints are working on it now… too bad their brilliant anthropologist will be recovering for the next couple months."

She playfully smacked it, enjoying the conversation change. "My doctor is completely incompetent. I should be fine to go back to work in a month, two tops."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Booth objected, once again settling his lips upon hers. He stopped mid-kiss and pulled away. "You know I love you, right?"

"Love is a chemical process which causes delusion," she ranted off, smiling. "I must be incredibly delusional right now."


The end. I know, I know, it was rushed and cut short. I was going to write about her recovery and the process of Booth and Brennan getting together, but to be honest I just wanted to finish this story rather than leave it as it was. Maybe that's ridiculous, maybe I shouldn't have even finished it, but I did. So sue me. ;)