"Alive." Bones finished, still staring at Greg. Alive. That- what? That didn't happen. He'd MADE it happen and it didn't happen, that wasn't how the world worked not even a magical one but Greg was back. Was alive. Was breathing. Half of him wanted to grab his tricorder and give Greg a scan- the rest went with his gut and set aside his knitting in favor of reaching out to check Greg's pulse at the wrist while the other palpated his abdomen where the wound had been and-

Nothing.

Not a damn thing.

Pulse was strong, skin was whole, Greg was exhausted and probably traumatized- there was shit about being dead JIM still didn't tell him about and he wasn't sure how to ask but. Greg.

"Wash, I dunno if those facts are all that fun." Flat. Muted against something tick in Bones' throat before he gave up on the examination all together to give Greg a quick hug. "Jesus christ, Greg." A fucking Miracle was what it was. "Rose- wandered off. Tried to keep in touch but I think- I know she blames herself. Try'n to talk her out of it didn't go all that well."

In so much that it didn't happen.