Images for my fanfic, Sweet's Plan for the Truth

In chapter 30 of my story, Sweets' Plan for the Truth, I imagines Cam and Brennan wearing these dresses to the bar.

Cam's Dress - a Jax sleeveless black & white satin colorblock dress

Brennan's Dress - ASL Annabella chiffon sleeveless V-neck dress

Status of My FanFiction Stories

Stories in Progress

Sweet's Plan for the Truth - 5 or more chapters left

A Hero's Sacrifice - Approx. 4 chapters left

The Trouble in the Triangle - Approx. 5 chapters left

What Could Have Been - Approx. 3 chapters left

On-going Collection of One-shots

Now, that's more like it!

Stories Coming Next

He Called me Doc - A sequel to He Called me Baby (Booth arrives back to D.C. from Afghanistan early because of a medical problem.)

In Your Eyes - A series of independent scenes that would be fun to see on screen in season 7

The Sweetest Gift - A sequel to Sweet's Plan for the Truth (It will focus on B&B's growing relationship and follow the lives of Chase, Sweets, and Cam. Other Bones characters will be included.)

Completed Stories

He Called me Baby - post season 5 finale

The Revelation in the Diner - post season 5 finale

Ringing in the New Bones - set before the 100th episode

A Blizzard of Confessions, Wishes, & Promises - set before The Blackout in the Blizzard

Signs of New Life - set before The Hole in the Heart

You can find these stories HERE.

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An Epic Before Bed (FanFiction) - eitoph

I totally fell in love with this fanfiction story and the writer gave me permission to link it. You definitely don't want to miss it! It is very, very unique.

Writer's Summary:

I've wanted to write a fic about the fact that Brennan actually wrote an entire book about some fantasy life where she was together with Booth for a long, long time and the way 6.22 and 6.23 unfolded has given me that opportunity. I don't want this to stand as another fic speculating as to what happened in those (in)famous missing moments because there are so many wonderful interpretations already, so I've been deliberately vague with some of those details.

An Epic Before Bed

by eitoph

Link to the story on FanFiction.net




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FanFiction

Disclaimer: Bones and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement. All characters and places are meant to be fictional. The study mentioned in this chapter was found on Wikipedia.

Summary: This is a story based on the promotional video clips and released photos for The Hole in the Heart.

Rating: K+

Signs of New Life

"Agent Booth," addressed the hesitant Vincent Nigel-Murray. "Before Angela checked the phone found at the crime scene, I was curious about if it could have been used as an alternative device."

That got Booth's attention right away. He looked up from the text he was messaging to see Nigel-Murray carefully holding out the phone to him. "Why didn't I know about this sooner?" he asked, clearly agitated.

"It's already been through security. Now that Angela has what she needs from the phone, I would like to ask permission to take it apart."

Booth made a great squinting impersonation. "And you're the one asking me about this?"

Mr. Nigel-Murray produced a proud grin. "Dr. Brennan has been giving me quite a bit of trust." He quickly added, "Of course, I talked to her about it, first."

Booth relaxed but only a little. When had this kind of change taken place? This doesn't sound like Bones.

"There was a study done by Motorola that found one in ten cell phone subscribers have a second phone that often is kept secret from other family members. These phones may be used to engage in activities such as extramarital affairs or clandestine business dealings."

Booth smirked at the kid. It was the first fact he'd rattled off since he'd been in the lab and he was impressed that the kid seemed fairly under control of his emotions. "Did Angela find anything useful?"

"Not yet, but she just started."

"You're doing great, kid. Maybe you can get Hodgins to help you with that." Vincent winced at being called a kid.

"I'll have you know that I'm working on two doctorate's degrees and I've always been at the top of my class in my studies."

"I don't doubt that," Booth said amused as he started walking towards the doors of the lab. "But you're still a kid."

"Perhaps we should put you into the dinosaur contraption and I can challenge you to an arm-wrestling match," challenged Vincent.

He simply laughed and shook his head. "I'll be back later."

As Vincent started walking back to the platform, Brennan and Angela came walking out from Angela's office. "Where's Booth?" asked Brennan.

"He just left. He said he'd be back later. He gave permission to disassemble the phone."

"Damn," said Angela. "I've narrowed down the search from which cell phone towers were activated."

"Oh!" said Nigel-Murray. "He's going to want to know this right away. I can catch him if I hurry." He wasted no time in running out of the lab to catch up to Booth. Angela laughed at the sight of Vincent running. Brennan and Angela walked more slowly after him. They spotted them as they were approaching Booth's SUV.

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Jacob Broadsky was an excellent marksman. He'd practiced for years without a spotter. He'd chosen his stake-out at the Jeffersonian parking structure because of its relatively low traffic volume. All he needed to do was to wait for the time when Booth would be without his partner. It looked like today was going to be his lucky day and he raised his rifle into position and focused on the black SUV.

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"Agent Booth," yelled Mr. Nigel-Murray. Booth turned around just as he came to a dead stop at his side. After that, everything happened so quickly that Booth couldn't process what was happening. First he was thrown against his vehicle with tremendous force with a man pinned against him who immediately fell to the ground at his feet. His instincts told him to drop to the ground as well.

"Booth!" yelled Brennan. She began running away from Angela and the security guard standing at the door. Angela had both hands covering her mouth in horror.

Booth jerked his head around and yelled. "Bones! Drop to the ground! Now!"

Brennan did what she was told and yelled toward the security guard. "Call an ambulance! Someone's been shot!"

"Got it!" yelled the guard. "Mrs. Montenegro-Hodgins, you need to sit down."

Angela believed she should be helping but was frozen in place. If it wasn't for the chair the guard pushed towards her, she probably would've fainted and then she would have just been a burden. When she looked up, the guard was on the phone and carefully moving towards the victim. Booth had his gun pulled and was searching the area visually. Brennan was crawling towards Vincent.

Brennan sat on her knees and pulled off her lab coat.

"Bones!"

"He needs help, Booth."

Booth crept on his knees and knelt between her and the direction the bullet came from. "How is he?" he asked without turning around.

"Not good. Mr. Nigel-Murray," she said even though she knew it wouldn't do any good. He was unconscious. She used her lab coat to apply pressure to the wound caused by the bullet in his chest.

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Broadsky put the rifle down and picked up his binoculars. "Damn it!" he muttered. "I'll get him next time. At least this wasn't a complete waste of time. Booth hates collateral damage." He picked up his things and left before the hunting began.

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The guard approached cautiously and crouched down between vehicles. "Two ambulances are on the way."

"Two?" questioned Booth. "I'm just fine."

"Probably, but I'm worried about preterm labor."

"What?" asked Booth and Brennan in surprise.

Booth only momentarily looked behind him. "Bones? Maybe Chuck can take over for you and you can stay with Angela until help comes." Bones didn't move or say anything. "Bones?" He looked back again. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She motioned for the guard to take over and showed him the proper way to compress the wound before she carefully made her way back to Angela.

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The surgical waiting room at the hospital was quiet. Booth, Brennan, Cam, and Sweets were all in their own world of thoughts. They'd been waiting for two hours when Cam suggested that they should eat something, but everyone declined. Just then Hodgins walked in and everyone stood up and met him half way.

Cam spoke first. "How's Angela?"

Hodgins smiled and everyone sighed with relief. "We're having a boy."

Pats on the back and words of congratulations were given. "Wait!" Brennan talked over everyone. "She's delivering a month early?"

"No, no. Don't worry, Dr. B. Angie and baby are fine. We just got a scare over some mild pre-term contractions. They're going to keep her overnight for observation. With all that happened, we just wanted to know if we were having a boy or a girl. It's irrational really, but we feel more bonded to our baby now that we know if we're having a boy or a girl. She'll probably go home tomorrow possibly with medication. Paul would like to see her carry two more weeks, but he isn't too worried about gestational age."

"He's probably more worried about stress and high blood pressure," added Cam.

"Yeah, he did say that. So, I'm going to stay with her. From the looks on your faces when I came in, you haven't heard anything about Vincent."

Everyone shook their heads.

"Dr. B, Angela's asking to see you. I'll come if we hear anything about Vincent."

"Thanks Hodgins." Brennan felt a warm strong hand rest on her shoulder and Booth leaned in to whisper in her ear. The sensation felt strange but welcoming.

"Would you like for me to go with you?"

"It's not necessary, Booth." She instantly knew by the look on his face that she gave the wrong answer. So she quickly added, "But I'd like it if you came with me." She felt warm and had to reason with herself. "Angela's probably worried about you, too." He offered his arm and she held on tight and leaned in to him just as she had after she crushed Booth's heart as well as her own.

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They quietly opened Angela's door which was cracked open.

"She's asleep, Booth," Brennan whispered.

Angela's eyes popped open. "Sweetie, I heard that loud and clear." Booth chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Ange."

"Don't be. I wasn't sleeping yet and these drugs they have me on will give me more than enough sleep tonight."

Brennan hadn't been inside a hospital since Booth had his tumor removed and she didn't like the feeling. Booth could feel her shudder against him since she was still holding onto his arm, something that didn't go unnoticed by Angela.

"Are you cold?" asked Booth.

"Cold?" She looked confused. "No, why would you think so?"

"You shivered."

Angela's mouth formed an O shape.

"What Angela?" asked Brennan.

"It's the memories, isn't it?" said Angela with confidence.

"That's irrational. Booth is perfectly healthy."

Booth looked at Brennan in surprise that quickly turned to affection. He'd always wondered why she left for Guatemala so quickly after his surgery but never got the courage to ask. With everything going on, he didn't think this was the time either so he changed the subject.

"So, we heard you're having a baby boy!" said Booth with a wide goofy grin. "If I can tear him away from Hodgins' bugs, I can teach him how to play hockey."

"Booth, Angela and Hodgins are having a baby. Isn't that what you told me?"

Booth laughed. "Yes, that's what I said."

"Do you think it's still appropriate to get the baby a stuffed animal?"

"Absolutely. Little boys love animals. It's not like he's going to take it to college with him."

Angela giggled at the two of them. It was so good to see them getting back to normal. But then she sobered quickly as Hodgins walked into the room with a distraught look on his face. "Oh, God!" squealed Angela in horror once again as she covered her mouth in shock.

He ran over to his wife. "Angie, you've got to relax."

"How am I supposed to relax, Jack? Honestly, is that possible?" She was yelling but she couldn't stop herself and then the tears came.

Brennan tried to put her tears on hold. She grabbed one of Angela's hands. "Ange. Please. It's not good for the baby."

"It's not right," she cried. "He was so young with so much potential. It's not right."

When Brennan's own tears started pooling, she uncharacteristically hugged Angela in an attempt too hide the tears. Booth, fighting tears of his own, walked up next to Brennan and started to rub her back.

A nurse walked in a short time later and was instantly concerned. After getting the story, she suggested that she not take anymore visitors, with the exception of Hodgins, and said that she would ask the doctor about a mild sedative.

"I guess we should go, Bones."

"Wait," said Angela. "Are you safe? Is Bren safe?"

"I think the bullet was meant for me," admitted Booth. "We already have agents assigned to protect us."

Brennan knew that but to hear it confirmed made her feel queasy.

"I'd feel so much better Bren if you stayed with Booth."

"So would I," Booth declared. He'd been trying to figure out a way to ask Brennan to stay with him and would have to privately thank Angela later for making it easier for him.

"Are you sure it's necessary, Booth? You just said that we have agents protecting us."

"I know Bones, but I'm not just thinking about our personal safety. We've both been through a traumatic event. One of our squints died. I, personally, would rather not be alone tonight."

"Oh." Brennan hadn't expected to hear that. But then, he'd been full of surprises lately. "I… I think that maybe it would be good for both of us to feel more comfortable so we can get some sleep."

"Sleep is essential, Bones."

They said their good-byes and he put his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the room.

Booth was surprised when Brennan didn't argue with him after leaving the hospital. They ended up at his apartment because it was closer. He grabbed some clean sheets and a pillow for Parker's bed where Brennan would sleep. Then he went and got her some clothes to sleep in. He handed his clothes to her feeling a bit awkward as she stood in front of him hugging a pillow to her stomach.

"My t-shirt and sleep pants will be big, but at least the pants have a drawstring."

"Thanks, Booth," she said softly.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything before I go to bed?"

"I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep and forget."

Booth nodded sadly in understanding.

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Booth couldn't sleep. The events of the day kept rolling through his mind. And when he closed his eyes, they were even more vivid. An innocent person died because of him. He wasn't just anyone; he was a squint… one of Brennan's squints. He thought about going for a run but quickly dismissed the idea because Brennan was with him. He didn't think he'd convince the agents outside to let him leave anyway. He couldn't just sit still, though. So he ended up pacing his small bedroom. Just when he thought he would get dizzy, he heard a soft whimper. He stopped and wondered if he'd imagined it. But a few moments later he heard it again. Bones.

Booth knocked on Parker's bedroom door. Brennan opened it slightly.

"Bones? Are you okay?"

Instead of answering the question, she asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, the images I picture from the day get more vivid and real looking. You can't sleep either?" She simply shook her head. "Thinking about Angela and Mr. Nigel-Murray?"

She shook her head again. "I mean, yes, but that's not what I'm imagining when I close my eyes," she whispered.

"I could use some company. Do you want to talk?"

Brennan wasn't sure she could talk about what was bothering her, but if Booth needed her, she would do anything for him.

"Come on," he said gently. Without even thinking about it, Booth led her to his bedroom and they sat on the edge of the bed. He turned to face her and grabbed a hand to hold in both of his. They'd been touching in small ways for a few hours, but the touch felt foreign and it bothered him. Touching Brennan used to be as natural as walking.

"Can you tell me about it?"

She stared at her hand in his, unsure of how to begin and hoping he wouldn't be upset with her. "I keep remembering the time you were shot in the Checker Box when I was singing. And you were just lying there staring up at me. Your eyes were unfocused and you were leaving me. I kept telling you that you would be okay. I wanted you to fight it. But nothing would be the same again. I knew it before a doctor told me you were dead."

Booth gently tipped her chin with a finger to look him in the eye. "Hey, I'm right here."

"It could have been you, Booth. I don't think I could go through that again."

"But I didn't go anywhere. I'm right here."

"But I thought you died. For two weeks, Booth! I thought I'd never again see your eyes look at me or hear you call me "Bones."

"That was three years ago, Bones. I said I was sorry. And I thought you were okay. You said you were okay. You compartmentalized everything."

"You actually believed that?"

Now Booth looked as confused as he was upset. "What are you saying?"

"I can't lose you, Booth. As much as I tried to prevent it, everything in my life revolves around you. I used to think I could run away, like I did to the Maluku Islands. But I was wrong. You weren't there physically. But you were still here." She pointed to her head.

Booth wanted to remind her that love wasn't just about the brain, it was also about the heart. But he didn't. They weren't ready. "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

"You can't promise that, Booth. And you can't see into the future."

"You're right. I can't. But I know how I feel. And I know how I think. And I'm using my brain and my heart to do everything I can to be here for us."

She looked at him curiously. She expected him to say, 'be here for you.'

"And Bones, as sad as I am that your grad student lost his life today on the account of me, it scares me to think what would have happened to me if it'd been you running to catch up to me instead of him. I don't think I could go on."

"You would. You have Parker."

"Don't pretend you don't know how important you are to me. I need you, Bones. I always do. Especially now. I can't help but feel responsible for Vincent's death."

"That is not your fault."

"I know you think it's irrational, but that's how I feel. And you weren't responsible for me getting shot by Pam Noonan."

She was about to protest but instead reached out and touched the place on his chest that she remembered the bullet wound being.

"Let's get some sleep," Booth said in a husky voice.

"Is it okay if I stay here?" she asked in the softest whisper he'd heard from her. His answer came as he gathered her in his embrace and fell back onto the pillows. She laid her head between his shoulder and chest and rested her hand over his heart. After pulling up the covers, Booth wiped the tears from her cheeks, kissed her nose, and combed his fingers through her hair until he knew she was asleep.

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When Booth woke up, he was surprised at first by not being able to roll over. He opened his eyes and remembered why he was holding his beautiful partner in his arms. The clock on the bedside table read three o'clock. As he watched her, he absently rubbed her back. When her eyelids fluttered open, his hands stilled.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay. I feel strangely rested. What time is it? Did you sleep?"

"It's just a little past three. We both slept a few hours. Thank you for that." He kissed her on the cheek.

"What are you thanking me for? I didn't do anything."

He chuckled softly. "Yes, you did. By just being here, I was able to relax. And I was able to sleep. So, thank you." He watched her reaction in her eyes. Eventually he broke eye contact when he bent over and brushed a soft kiss on her lips. He looked back up at her eyes and didn't see fear. He kissed her again but with more intention and meaning and he felt a shiver when she sighed. He laid his head back down on the pillow and made a sigh of his own.

"Booth?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it okay to feel happy and secure when we just lost a friend?"

Booth's heart warmed at hearing Brennan referring to her student as a friend. He used to wonder if she'd ever allow herself those kind of feelings again after losing Zack the way she did.

"There's nothing wrong in taking comfort from someone close to you when something bad happens in our lives. Actually, I think it's quite natural. What do your anthropological studies say about other cultures in similar situations?"

She leaned up on her forearm to look at him and smiled. "Yes. You're right."

He smiled back. "That's it? No squinty speech?"

"Do you want one?"

"Only if you want to give one. I'll listen to you anytime."

She tilted her head to study his sincerity in the darkened room, lightened only by the streetlights outside his apartment building.

"Are we ready for this? Us?"

"What do you think?" he returned.

"I think you're the heart guy and I need you to know if you're ready. This is all new to me. I don't know how to be in a relationship. And I don't want to mess it up."

He propped himself up on an arm to be at eye level with her. "I don't want to mess it up, either. I'm scared to death I will."

"You can't actually kill yourself from fear."

He smiled. "You said that on purpose."

"I say everything on purpose."

He out right laughed. "Yes. You do. Even when you don't know all the meaning behind your words. This time, I'm grateful for you lightening the mood. Listen, Bones…."

She waited patiently for him to continue.

"I don't feel like I know how to be in a relationship, either. They have all failed. But…"

"But what?" she asked back starting to feel hopeful.

"But we're unique. We're unique in everything we do. And even though I still believe in fate…"

"And I still don't," she replied.

"Right. And even though I believe fate brought us into each other's lives, I think it's by the choices we make that will determine what we make of our relationship."

"You don't want it just to be about luck?" she asked, remembering what he had said about his relationship with his son the week before.

"Right. And we already have done all the hard stuff," he chuckled.

"Is there a list of things a couple has to do to be in a relationship?" she asked in amusement.

"Well, yeah. We already know just about everything there is to know about each other. And we still want to be together despite how difficult life can be sometimes. We were actually in a relationship for a long time. Sweets called it a surrogate relationship."

"Yeah. I can see that now. But things changed. Do you think it's too late?"

"God, I hope not. I know I'm not angry anymore, but I'm afraid of not being enough for you."

"Why would you even think that? I'm the one that needs to be worried about not being enough for you."

"That just crap."

"Excuse me?"

"It's crap, Bones. You think you don't have an open heart. Your heart is bigger and more open than any adult I know."

She didn't understand his qualifier of an adult, but she let him continue since she was dumbstruck with curiosity.

"I think it's fair to say that you haven't been in many relationships that were much more than sex. You don't have the same expectations and worries that can make things difficult in a new relationship. And you trust me so openly and honestly that it's scary. I'm not the standard. I'm flawed. I don't want to hurt you. I can't fail. If we do this… us… I can't go back. I need your help. I need you to want us as much as I do. We're a team."

"I'm not sure I understand everything you just said, but I know what's ours is ours. And I know we're the center and the center must hold."

"You understand more than you realize right now."

"So, it's not too late?" she asked with uncertainty.

"Being in a relationship doesn't mean we own each other, Bones. It means we're making a solid intellectual choice based on facts that we know about each other and with those facts we're deciding every day we want to be with each other… that's a committed relationship whether there's a piece of paper or not." Her grin grew the more he talked. He was speaking her language. "As awful as yesterday was, I think it has proven that we are still strong together. The only thing we don't have is the physical connection… making love."

"That's two things."

"Huh?" She looked at him so innocently that he couldn't read her. "Are you going to get all squinty on me after all? No squinty stuff in bed," he teased.

"Okay." She rolled over to get out of bed.

"Wait! I'm kidding." He reached for her and pulled her back to his side by wrapping an arm around her waist. "Talk to me, my favorite squint. How is making love two things we have yet to add to our relationship?"

"Making love isn't just about sex, Booth. You're the one who taught me that. It's two people trying to break the law of physics and become one because they love each other."

He was quiet.

"Say something. Did I get it wrong?"

"No, you got it right, Bones. Very right. Are you telling me that you love me? That there's more than just chemicals in the brain making you want to be here?"

The cutest shy smile appeared on her face before she looked at him with desire in her eyes. She leaned in for a beautiful kiss that she hoped said everything she had difficulty expressing verbally.

Booth felt like he was finally where he wanted and needed to be. A new life was about to open up for him, for them. If he could rely on his instincts, he would know for sure if Brennan loved him. He knew the road ahead would never be easy, but it would all be worth it. They had already made it through some very difficult times. He believed they could weather any storm as long as they were together.

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New Extended Ending to The Wannabe in the Weeds

Title: Now, That's More Like It!

Disclaimer: Bones and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement

Summary: Each "chapter" is a one-shot. I have either rewritten/extended an ending for a single episode or for a single scene in an episode. There are no connections between the one-shots. Therefore, I'm only relying on the episodes to lead me and not others story endings that I have written. Each new chapter/ending will list the spoilers and rating since they are one-shots. These are written by a shipper. *_^

Spoilers: 3

Rating: PG

Author's Notes for this one-shot: This episode was followed by The Pain in the Heart. In that episode, everyone presumes Booth is dead. At the funeral, Booth is disguised as one of the soldiers. As expected the funeral brought a criminal out of hiding and Booth takes him down. Brennan punches Booth and he falls to the ground. It turns out that Booth had put her name on the list so that she would know the truth, but Sweets didn't tell her because he wanted to study her reactions.

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The Wanna-Be in the Weeds

(Season 3)

New/Extended Ending

From the ending scene at the Checker Box where Brennan sings "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cindy Lauper.

Booth: Your need to sing in front of a live audience. It's innate, Bones.

Bones: No way.

Booth: Hey, I got the music, the frivolity. What else do you want?

(Sweets talks her into singing on stage. Former suspect, Pam Nunan, comes into the karaoke bar with a gun to shoot Brennan. She calls to "Seeley". Booth jumps up and blocks the bullet from hitting Brennan. Booth falls to the floor and Brennan rushes to his side. When she sees Pam is ready to take another shot at her, she picks up Booth's gun and shoots her in the neck.)

Hodgins: Zack. Call 911.

Brennan: Booth, you're gonna be fine. I'm right here. Come on. You're gonna do this. You're gonna be fine. You're gonna make it. Come on! Come on, Booth! Come on!

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Brennan waited in the surgical waiting room with Cam, Angela, Hodgins, Zack, and Sweets. Brennan felt sick as she desperately tried to maintain her decorum. She'd noticed Sweets was watching her intently from time to time.

A middle-aged doctor walked into the room. "Agent Booth's family?"

Brennan was the first to reach the doctor. C

am asked the question they were dreading an answer for. "How is he?"

"Agent Booth is out of surgery and in the Intensive Care Unit. He's in critical condition. He suffered a pneumothorax, which is a dropped lung, as well as some muscle damage. The next 24 hours will be touch and ago. We are keeping an eye out for an infection that could settle in the wound."

Brennan didn't know how she was still standing. He'd lost so much blood by the time the paramedics arrived. She heard Cam talking to the doctor, but she wasn't listening anymore. He was alive. The next 24 hours were critical.

Angela draped an arm around her shoulder. "Sweetie, Booth can have one visitor at a time. You should go. We'll be here in the waiting room if you need anything."

Brennan simply nodded and Angela followed the

doctor taking Brennan with her.

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Sweets received a text from Cullen so he excused himself saying that he needed to use the bathroom. Instead, he went to the ICU to meet with Cullen. When he got there, he took Sweets to a private room. Sitting around the small room were three agents. He looked at Cullen in surprise.

"Sit down please, Dr. Sweets." He did as he was told and Cullen started to explain the plan. "As you know, Booth is in critical condition. What you don't know is that he is doing better than expected and the doctors are hopeful that he will continue to improve. That brings us to one of Booth's unsolved cases." Now Swee

ts was even more surprised and very, very curious. "Of course, we hope for the best. Booth is one of our best agents and he is a good man with many friends in the bureau. If it's the fortunate case that he recovers, we will put him into hiding so that we can falsely report his death. We believe the suspect, Roger Morris, will be watching closely to assure he is dead and no longer a threat. We'll be staging a viewing at the funeral home, and if necessary, a funeral."

"Wow. Okay. How can I help, sir?"

"Who do you think we should inform of Booth's true condition? The list needs to be as small as possible. Of course, his son's mother will

be informed. Ms. Stinson has already decided to leave the city and stay with her parents for Parker's sake."

"That's a good idea. What about Dr. Brennan?"

"I would like your professional opinion on that."

"Okay, well, Dr, Brennan is exceptional at compartmentalizing and masking her emotions. She takes the truth to the extreme, but in this instance, I believe she would be willing to keep up false pretenses for Booth's safety and for the increased likelihood of capturing and trying Roger Morris."

"Good. I was hoping to spare myself from her wrath afterwards for not being told."

Sweets smiled for the first time since the shooting. Dr. Temperance Brennan wasn't a person people wanted to mess with.

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Brennan had been at Booth's bedside and holding his hand for an hour when Sweets walked in.

"Dr. Brennan?"

"Sweets. What are you doing here? Only one person can visit at a time. Did... you… want some time? I can wait in the hall for a few minutes."

"That's not why I'm here. If you could come with me, Director Cullen and I would like to talk to you about some FBI business concerning Agent

Booth."

Brennan reluctantly left Booth and followed Sweets. Cullen explained their plan and how Brennan was expected to help work that plan.

"When you are speaking with anyone, you won't be giving truthful updates. At this time tomorrow, we will secretly be transferring him to another hospital outside D.C. I'm sorry to report that you'll have limited personal contact with him after that. However, you will be given an FBI issued phone to use for the purpose of communication. The morning news will broadcast the false report of his death."

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Brennan waited another half and hour after returning to Booth's bedside when his eyelids started to flutter open. She squeezed his hand tightly.

Booth woke up to find his partner looking down at him with a smile and what he guessed were happy tears.

"Booth," was all she could manage to say.

"Bones."

"I'm so glad you're okay." Suddenly she became upset for a whole other reason.

"Bones?"

"Don't you ever do that again!"

"Do what?"

"She softened, regretting that she was the cause of his increased heart rate which showed on the monitor.

"Do you remember anything that happened before you were shot?"

"Yeah. Unless it was all a drug induced dream." He chuckled and he promised himself not to be doing that again anytime soon.

"What do you remember?"

"I remember you singing. You're a wonderful singer, Bones. Just like your mother said."

"Thanks, Booth. I told you so."

He smirked. "You're a good performer, too. Now I understand why you needed the music and frivolity. And then I heard someone calling me by my first name. I turned around and saw it was Fat Pam."

"Booth," she warned.

"I saw Pam Nunan. She was aiming a gun at you. I jumped up to shield you. I pulled my gun, but it was too late. The last thing I remember was your beautiful face marred with worry. You were trying to tell me something, but I don't know what."

"I was telling you that you were going to be okay. I've never been so scared in my life."

"Not even when your parents and brother left you? Not when you had to go to a new foster home and a new school?"

"They take a close 2nd and 3rd."

"Really, Bones? I'm that important to you?"

"Yes. You're the best friend I've ever had."

"You, too, Bones. No one knows me like you do."

She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was just as shocked as the first time when he postponed Russ's arrest. But this time, he saw it coming and he could savor it.

Remembering what he'd said about her face being beautiful and Pam Nunan saying she was scrawny, the question just popped out of her mouth. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes, Bones. I really do." He pointed to his other cheek. "Can you give me another one of those light feathery kisses on the other cheek?" She chuckled but did as he asked. After all, it wasn't like it was unpleasant.

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The Wanna-Be in the Weeds

My Favorite Quotes

Zack: My regimen is easily completed in my apartment: treadmill for thirty minutes, a hundred sit-ups, push-ups, and leg lifts, and twenty minutes of free weights. I'm deceptively strong.

Cam: I'm deceived.

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Bones: Hey, break down the door.

Booth: It hurts my shoulder when I break down the door.

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Bones: You're implying she was sexually stimulated.

Booth: So were they? Did they… (Booth claps his hands together horizontally thinking he would understand that it meant sex.)

Bones: Did they have sexual intercourse?

Victim's Neighbor: Well, if they did, it was through a locked door.

Bones: So, no?

Booth: Very good, Bones. Let's go.

Bones: Why are you clapping like that?

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Bones: You are ogling that woman.

Booth: What? No, I'm not. I'm just…

Bones: Yes, you are.

Booth: I-I'm just admiring her routine.

(B&B question the fitness club owner.)

Bones: Booth!

Booth: Yeah? (He's distracted.)

Bones: That's not helping the investigation.

(Booth shrugs his shoulders.)

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Booth: It's all very dangerous.

Sweets: Mocking will not change my opinion. I've been mocked many, many times before… That came out wrong.

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Booth: And don't even think about leaving town. Both of you are under investigation for murder.

Bones: They are?

Booth: No. I just don't like them.

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Booth (to Bones): I'd say you were kidding, but I don't think you know how to kid.

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Bones: The guitar string could definitely be the murder weapon.

Booth: Because it cut the cheese?

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Hodgins: You're totally gonna be cleared.

Booth: You can't say that. This is my place.

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Booth (to Bones): You need to sing in front of a live audience. It's innate, Bones. Hey, I got the music, the frivolity. What else do you need?

Now That's More Like It

Title: Now That’s More Like It!

Disclaimer: Bones and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement.

Summary: Each “chapter” is a one-shot. I have either rewritten an ending for a single episode or for a single scene in an episode. There are no connections between the one-shots. Therefore, I’m only relying on the episodes to lead me and not others story endings that I have written. Each new chapter/ending will list the spoilers and rating since they are one-shots.

Spoilers: 1, 5

Rating: K+

Author’s Note: I included an earlier scene from the show along with the ending because I reference it in my new ending.

This alternate ending is written from the perspective that the characters knew their background as seen in the 100^th episode flashbacks. If I had written from the perspective of the air date, I would have simply ended this version earlier. I will identify that place at the end off the story.

The Man in the Wall

(Season 1)

New Extended Ending

(after the 100^th episode flashbacks)

From the TV Show (Booth is in italics):

(There may be slight variations to the words due to error in listening and recording. Some lines were eliminated.)

Earlier Scene (In the car):

“I think I need to go on vacation and I think you do, too.”

“I’m not the one who is snippy.”

“Snippy. What are you? Like 70?”

“See what I mean? I think you should find a nice relaxing place for that vacation. Somewhere where you can get a massage, maybe do some yoga.”

“I don’t do yoga. Push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups. That’s what I do. Ok?”

“That’s more cardiovascular. Yoga deals more with…”

He interrupted her. “Why, exactly, are we talking about this?”

“Because you’re tense.”

“Because we’re talking.” He turned on the radio. “You switched my music.”

From the TV Show (Booth is in italics):

(There may be slight variations to the words due to error in listening and recording. Some lines were eliminated.)

Ending Scene in the Show (In the bar):

“Getting in the mood?”

“Trying. Ya know, this really isn’t going to be the type of vacation I was hoping for.”

“Oh?”

“Tessa’s not going. Something came up at work.”

“That’s too bad. Sorry. Hey, I like going on vacations by myself.”

“Really?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being alone.”

“No. I mean you like to go on vacation?”

“Yeah. I go places all the time.”

He smiled. “Do you ever just sit on the beach?” His smile widened. He was clearly amused. “Pretend there are no such things as skeletons?” His smile was close to a laugh.

“Is that in anyway fun?”

“When was the last time you got away?”

“Away from what?”

He laughed. “Oh Bones, you know, cuz what usually happens to me… I think about not coming back.” He got up and put on his jacket.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, you know… You go with someone and you joke about not going back to your real life. The two of you laugh.” He walked toward the door and turned around. “But when you’re alone, the world is full of possibilities.” She slightly smiled. He looked at her as if he was waiting and hoping for a specific response.

“See ya next week,” she finally stated.

He turned around and walked out. She stopped twirling the umbrella from his drink, dropped it and then dropped her chin on her fist like she was disappointed.

XOXOXOXOXOX- New Ending - OXOXOXOXOXOX

He walked back into the bar and stopped behind her without being seen. “You know what Bones?”

She turned around looking confused. “What?”

“Beaches are relaxing. And most hotels have massages. I dare you to go with me and try to relax.”

“Why would I do that?”

He graced her with his charming grin. “Because you don’t know how. All you do is work. And you get “snippy”, too.” Her facial expression said, “Really?”

“Come on….” He dragged out the plea. “I’ll show you what a real vacation is like.” She looked skeptical. “Do you like snorkeling?”

“You were going with Tessa…. One room… one bed.”

“I’ll figure it out when we get there. It’s not like I’m going to try anything. We’re partners… like brother and sister. Right?”

“Okay then. I’ll go.”

“Really?” He was truly shocked.

“Really. That’s if you’re really inviting me and not trying to turn this into a joke.”

“No. No, I’m just surprised that you would go. This is great, Bones!”

“I can be full of surprises too, you know. Like the music.”

“Yeah!” He nodded his head. “You can surprise me. You’re not going to freak me out on this vacation, are you?”

“That’s not hard to do.”

He laughed some more. His vacation may not be bad after all. He was already feeling better. “You need to pack.”

“And call Dr. Goodman.”

“He’ll be okay with the last minute notice. After all, he did make you go with me on the case with the bear…” He looked pointedly at her to emphasize the rest. “… because you needed culture.”

“He didn’t say that.”

“But that’s what he meant.”

“If you want me to go with you, you need to stop insulting me.”

They were quiet while they walked out.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Partners can share a vacation. Our work requires a break now and then. The real kind.”

“What if I ruin your vacation? We’re always fighting.”

“We don’t fight, Bones. We bicker. There’s a difference. And if you start to get snippy, I’ll send you for a massage and I’ll go to the beach.” He smiled proudly at himself for solving that one. “Stop thinking, Bones. Do something crazy without planning it. Live on the wild side.”

“I think I can do that. The last guy I dated said…”

“Stop. I don’t want to know about your bed partners.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “If you want me to be wild, you could always pretend to fire me.” She gave him a sly smile.

He gaped at her. “What?” He squeaked.

“It was just an idea, Booth. I told you it’s easy to freak you out. What time do you need me to be ready?”

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Brennan opened her door for Booth. “I’m almost ready. I’ll hurry. Five minutes tops.”

“Wait.” She turned around with a questioning expression. “Paybacks are can be shocking. If you can freak me out, I get the chance, too.” He smiled mischievously. Now she looked curious. He walked right into her personal space and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He chuckled softly. “It’s good to know I can silence you.” Her eyebrows rose but she quickly recovered and simply glared at him. “No Tequila this time. Go get your stuff, Bones. The plane won’t wait for us.”

She returned with her luggage. She wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand. She sat her suitcase and carry-on on the carpet and went to get her purse and keys. When she came back to the door, Booth had her suitcase. “Ready?” she asked.

Booth was surprised. “You’re going to let me carry your suitcase?”

“I don’t mind. That way I can do this.” He grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him close giving him only a moment to process what she was going to do. The kiss reminded him of the one they shared a year and a half ago. “This should be an interesting trip, Booth.” She smiled like she won a gold medal.

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A week later, Brennan and Booth returned from Jamaica.

“Is it good to be back Bones?””

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to want to come back.”

“Dr. Temperance Brennan not wanting to go back to work? Doesn’t seem possible.”

“I think I relaxed.”

“It was a nice start. There’s still room for improvement. We may have to do this again sometime.”

“The FBI may get suspicious of you firing and rehiring me multiple times. Don’t you think?”

He laughed. “That was a great joke, Bones!” Redirecting the conversation he complimented her. “You got a nice tan while we were gone. Angela will probably be jealous.” She looked ready to spout some scientific facts about the sun and tans. “Bones, just accept the compliment. Remember? It’s a nice thing.”

“But you shouldn’t feel a need to offer them all the time, Booth.”

He sighed. “I compliment you because I want to. I’m not making things up.”

The bickering continued just like normal. They were back to their real lives and everything that came with it. Booth would accept it… for now.

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Author’s Notes: If I had written this ending from the perspective of the air date, I would have simply ended this version at “She rolled her eyes at him.”

Now That's More Like It

Disclaimer: Bones and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement.

Summary: These are one-shot stories. I have either rewritten an ending for a single episode or for a single scene in an episode. There are no connections between the one-shots. Therefore, I'm only relying on the episodes to lead me and not others story endings that I have written. Each new ending will list the spoilers and rating since they are one-shots.

Spoilers: 4, 5

Rating: K+ (Parental Guidance)

IMPORTANT…. Author's Notes for this one-shot: This alternate ending is written from the perspective that the characters knew their background as seen in the 100th episode flashbacks. I will also write one from the perspective of when the show was aired and even the writer's probably didn't even know their background. LOL! I hope you enjoy the first one!

The Passenger in the Oven

(Season 4)

New Extended Ending ~ Version 1
(after the 100th episode flashbacks)

From the ending of the show: Booth is in italics.

(There may be slight variations to the words due to error in listening and recording. Some lines were eliminated.)

"Look what I found."

"Champagne."

"There's that smile."

"Thank you."

"Mm-hmm."

"We don't even get to get off the plane?"

"No. They're refueling, finding us a new pilot, and flying us back home." (Sound Effect from Booth:Jooom.) "You want to get off the plane to see those old Chinese bones. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Yeah it is because I'm the one who dragged you out of pure science and pulled you into murder solving"

"That's not how I remember it."

"Really?" He gets a dreamy, sexy expression as they start to lean forward from across the isle from each other.

"As I recall, I had to force you to take me out into the field."

"Really?" (He really looks to be in love and wants to kiss her. His lovey-dovey eyes and crooked smile are to die for.)

"Yes. You didn't want to. Remember? This is all my fault." Brennan remains sober but with a small smile.

("Hey, are you two going to make out?" cries Eli.)

"Hey, quiet. You lost your right to talk."

"Why do people always think we're going to make out?"

"I say we let him sit back there by himself the entire trip back."

"He did kill someone. And he ruined my dig. And you know he's going to try and drink all the champagne."

"We're gonna need some for later." They clink their glasses together. "To us."

"Wait. Why does your seat go all the way back and mine doesn't go all the way back?"

Maybe it's because you're supposed to be in coach.

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"Booth, stop complaining and get over here. Try this one."

"Really? Thanks, Bones. Ah! This is more like it!"

"Booth?"

"Yeah?"

"What was the real reason you came with me on this dig?"

"Are you saying that you didn't believe me, Bones? That hurts."

"I believed you, Booth. I just think you left out something."

Booth sat up slightly and looked at her. She still had her eyes covered with the sleeping mask. "Bones, I always worry about you when you go on a dig. Since the government wouldn't let you go alone, I had my excuse to finally see you in action. What did you say? You were going back to your real passion. Are you still awake?"

"Yes." She didn't remove her mask, but she was smiling.

"Good. Now that I'm feeling better that you're not bored, and I can see a second reason for coming."

Now the mask came off. He had her attention.

"You've seen me in my primary field. I haven't seen you in yours. Not really." He sighed. "I wish we could have stayed."

"And you thought the spark was gone." She shook her head, lay back down, and covered her eyes.

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek. She smiled. "Thanks, Booth."

A few minutes later, Booth decided he just had to know. He leaned and whispered into her ear. "Bones? Are you awake?"

"No."

He chuckled. "Do you honestly not know why people are thinking we're going to kiss and make-out?"

She didn't answer right away. When she finally did, Booth thought he could breathe again.

"Booth, I really don't know why. Is it because we are such good friends and we trust each other implicitly?"

"I think that's probably noticeable. They see it with the way we act towards each other. But you had to think about that even though it was obvious to others. Do you think its possible people see other things you and I have buried? Angela is especially good at reading people. Does she see anything else?

She looked nervous. "Like what?"

"Like the remembrance of shared kisses and a night that didn't happen."

She didn't know how to respond. They hadn't discussed that night and acted as if it never happened. What was she supposed to say now? "We're partners, Booth. I don't think we should be discussing that."

"I understand. You don't want to talk about it. But there's still something I need to know." Before she could react, he had connected their lips in a gentle caressing kiss. He waited to see if she would respond. He was relieved that he didn't need to consider pulling back. She readily deepened the kiss and the memories of that night almost 5 years ago came flooding back.

"Maybe I had too much champagne," whispered Brennan.

"It's not working this time. You know exactly what you're doing." He returned to the kiss.

"Did you get your answer?"

"Yes. You remember that night. And…" He couldn't keep himself separated from her. She was so soft underneath his lips, she tasted so sweet, and her tongue was the most sensual thing he'd ever experienced.

"And…"

He could barely breathe much less talk. "And you want me as much as I want you." He ended it with a low moan that he couldn't control. At least it wasn't loud.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself away from him. He looked wounded. "But what about the FBI?"

"I'll take care of it."

"You don't know that. It's not in your control."

"Bones, I don't want to jeopardize our partnership anymore than you do. Please trust me with the FBI rules. Please?"

'I don't know what this means, Booth."

"It means that we stop pretending that we don't want more than our friendship and partnership. It means we take it one day at a time."

"But what if it doesn't work out? We won't have anything."

"I believe that everything happens for a reason, Bones. And I feel our friendship is strong enough that no matter where a more intimate relationship leads us, it can only be positive." She looked like she would run if she could. He hadn't planned it, but revealing his feelings here on the plane was a perfect place. "Please think about it, at least?" Although he tried, he couldn't keep the pleading from his voice. He'd really feel like a fool if she turned away.

"I can't make any promises, Booth. You know how inadequate I am in relationships."

"I didn't ask for one. I asked for you to think about giving us a chance… for having faith in our existing friendship and partnership to keep us safe regardless of the outcome. And… you're not as inadequate as you seem to think. No arguing," He warned.

She looked annoyed but softened just as quickly. "If I haven't decided to give us a try yet, can I still get one more kiss?"

He leaned forward hovering above her lips. "If you keep looking at me like that, you may get more than one." She giggled but it was muffled quickly as both of them settled in for another kiss.

Booth liked commitment and monogamy. He wasn't asking for it because it would only frighten and most likely paralyze her. But he believed in fate even though she didn't. And he had enough faith in them to carry them through the scary parts.

"Booth?" He didn't want to stop kissing her. Since it seemed like they were going to do more talking, he went to work on her neck. "Oh, that feels good, Booth." She moaned and that triggered another soft moan from him. "Booth?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you tell me what got you all bothered about my appearance in the galley? You've never been concerned during a case unless you thought I was cold or unsafe in some way."

The kissing was all forgotten as Booth tried desperately to regain his composure. It would take some time considering how hard he was laughing. All the Brennan could do in the mean time was to question his sanity.

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Author's Notes: Coming up soon is version 2 written from the perspective of the air date and the 100th episode flashbacks never happened.

Also coming soon are alternate endings for more past episodes such as The Con Man in the Meth Lab (Brennan goes on a date with Jared), The Goop on the Girl (Brennan undresses Booth for evidence), The Man in the Morgue (New Orleans), Aliens in a Spaceship (Gravedigger buries Brennan and Hodgins), Death in the Saddle (pony-play fetish), Mummy in the Maze (Wonder Woman/Halloween), The Man in the Outhouse (Brennan dates two men at the same time), The Boy with the Answer (Gravedigger Trial), The Dentist in the Ditch (Brennan make a toast to "love"), The Night at the Museum (Egypt Exhibit), and many more!

I won't be rewriting the ending to the season 5 finale since I did that in my first two stories: He Called Me Baby and What Could Have Been.