Thank you for reading and reviewing my story. This is the final chapter. I hope you found this story entertaining.

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That evening Booth was watching a movie, while Brennan helped Christine work on an art project. After Christine had gone upstairs to bed, Brennan joined Booth on the couch.

"What are you watching?"

Not taking his eyes off of the screen, Booth replied, "Aliens vs Cowboys".

Puzzled, Brennan stared at the TV, "That really is the name of the movie?"

Laughing, Booth picked up his remote and turned the volume down, "Yep, it sure is."

Leaning against Booth, Brennan remarked, "How was your meeting with your counselor?"

Placing the remote on the coffee table, Booth stared at the TV, "It's going pretty good. My nightmares are slowing down and I'm starting to catch up on my sleep. You too, I guess."

Nodding her head, Brennan placed her hand on Booth's knee, "Yes, you've been very quiet at night most of this week. I'm glad that Dr. Hebert is helping you. I was worried about you."

Picking up Brennan's hand, Booth rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb, "Bones, I really appreciate everything you've done for me. I know it was tough staying in town while your partner kept traveling to Colorado. I love that you stayed to be with me."

Smiling, Brennan replied, "There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, Booth."

Sighing, Booth stared at their hands, "Bones, I'd like to tell you about my dream."

Shaking her head, Brennan responded, "You don't have to Booth if you aren't ready. I can wait."

Releasing her hand, Booth crossed his arms across his chest, "I need to tell you . . . My dream really is just about something that happened to me on my second tour of Iraq. Maybe I'll just tell you about that . . . Uh . . . When I was in Iraq I trained soldiers in the Iraqi Army to be snipers. One day me and my little group went out on patrol. I was teaching tracking, you need to be able to track your target. I'd had a pretty good day and my men seemed to soak up what I showed them; so, we were headed back to base when we came across this group of kids sitting outside of a building on the way back. There were sbout six kids I think and some guy was sitting behind them. . . . I thought something was odd about what I was seeing; so, I decided to give the building a wide berth. . . . I guess the guy had expected me and my guys to come towards him; so, when he saw us walking away from him, he screamed at us and stood up. He had a rifle in his hand and he started shooting at us. The kids didn't move. They just sat there. It was so weird. I mean those kids just sat there while that guy was shooting over their heads. My guys and me threw ourselves on the ground but none of us shot back. The guy was a really bad shot; so, he started marching his bullets across the ground towards me and my guys. I couldn't let him just shoot us, so I got up on my knees and shot at him. Just as I squeezed the trigger . . ."

Swallowing hard, Booth glanced down at Brennan and continued, "Just as I squeezed the trigger, the bastard grabbed a little girl and held up her up in front of him as a shield. My bullet went through her and him. As soon as they fell, I ran over to see if the little girl was ok; but, she wasn't. She and the guy were both dead."

Reaching her arms around Booth, Brennan laid her head on his shoulder, "Oh, Booth. I am so sorry that this happened to you."

Uncrossing his arms, Booth placed his hands in his lap and looked down, "I killed that child and when that bank robber held that kid in his arms a few weeks ago and threatened to kill him, it just brought the whole thing back. All I could see in my dreams was that little girl's face when she'd been shot. In that split second, before she died, I could see she was terrified." Feeling tears roll down his cheeks, Booth repeated, "She was terrified Bones and I did that to her."

Hugging Booth as hard as she could, Brennan responded, "That wasn't your fault Booth. None of that was your fault."

Wiping the tears from his face, Booth turned and wrapped his arms around Brennan, "God, I've been so afraid to tell you about my dream. It's so awful that I killed that little girl . . ."

Interrupting Booth, Brennan stared into his sad eyes, "Booth, I am proud of you. I have always been proud of you. You are an honorable man and you would never do anything that would make me think otherwise. That child's death was not your fault. I love you Booth."

Exhaling deeply, Booth rested his head against Brennan's head. "I love you so much Temperance. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life. You . . . I love you."

Raising her head, Brennan moved her hands and held her husband's face. Leaning up she kissed him. His anxiety bleeding away, Booth returned the kiss.

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The next morning, Christine was eating her second pancake when she looked at her mother, "Mommy, Daddy promised to always wear his seat belt. He says he's going to be a good boy and wear them; so, he won't go to heaven before we do."

Picking up his cup of coffee, Booth stared at his plate.

Brennan, surprised at this turn of events, glanced at Booth and then Christine, "You're Daddy is a good boy and if he promised you that he will always wear his seat belt, then he will."

Nodding her head, Christine smiled, "I told Daddy that I didn't want him to go to heaven before me; so, he promised Mommy."

Sighing, Booth placed his coffee cup on the table, "I did promise you Christine and I always try to keep my promises. You need to hurry up and go get your book bag. We need to leave soon."

Nodding her head, Christine finished her pancake and slid off of her chair. Running from the room, Christine called out, "I won't be long Daddy."

Brennan, watching Christine leave the room, turned to Booth, "So, you really are going to wear your seat belt from now on?"

Smiling, Booth popped the last of this bacon into his mouth, "It would have broken your heart if you'd heard her tell me that she didn't want me to go to heaven without her. I can't do that to her; so, yes, I'm going to try really hard to wear them all of the time."

Throwing her arms around Booth, Brennan kissed him passionately. Booth, feeling the heat of the kiss, returned the kiss with as much passion.

"Oh yucky. Yucky Mommy. Yucky Daddy"

Releasing each other, Booth noticed his daughter standing next to him with her book bag on the floor and glaring at him. Smiling, Booth stood up and raised his arms up in a sort of menacing manner, "Oh yeah? Well what if Daddy wants a kiss from you?"

Shrieking with laughter, Christine grabbed her book bag and ran to the front door, "No Daddy, no yucky stuff."

Laughing Booth leaned down and kissed Brennan. "No yucky stuff Bones, at least not right now."

Smiling, Brennan replied, "Perhaps we can finish our yucky stuff tonight."

Whistling, Booth grabbed his jacket and followed Christine to the front door.

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