Booth and Brennan were chasing a man in a dark cloak into the sewers that dark night. The man had a record of black arts and dark magic and he used his skills on victims that hurt him in his early life. Brennan of course didn't believe in the magics, but she has dealt with people who used belief as vengeance.

Booth jumped on him and pulled off his cloak to discover the boy that he and his buddies used to make fun of in high school.

"Jake?!" Booth gasped as he stepped back. Brennan ran to his side and stared at the man.

"Jake? You know him?" Brennan asked him.

"No. He doesn't know who I am. He never even tried to. He just recognizes me as his victim in high school. Now, you're gonna pay. After you get what's coming to you, you're buddies are next." Jake hissed.

"You're not going to do anything. You think you're a big man believing that magic can help you fulfill your revenge, but you're not! You're just a scared little boy who needs help and attention. Come with us peaceably, or Booth is going to have to make you come with us." Brennan suggested.

Booth gave Brennan a look. Jake snickered. "What makes you think that I'm gonna give up that easily?!"

"Because, Jake. If you eliminate either me or Bones, there are people who are going to keep chasing you and like Bones says, you're just a scared little boy." Booth breathed hard.

Jake smirked. "Oh, no. I'm not the little boy. You are merely children." He then said something in Latin and ran off.

Booth stepped up to run after him, but then heard Bones groan. "Bones?" He caught her before she fell to the ground. Now, he was feeling dizzy and the sewers became blurry.

"I'm…not feeling…so good--" Brennan said before she blacked out. Booth fell on the ground with Brennan in his arms as he, too, blacked out.

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'Why is my bed so hard?' Booth squinted as he opened his eyes. He then felt a hard, scrawny body in his arms that squirmed around. 'This is not my bed.' Brennan thought to herself as she looked up into deep brown eyes that belonged to a boy that held her.

Booth looked down at the body he held onto and saw that it was a girl with beautiful blue eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!" They both screamed as they jumped off of each other.

Brennan stood up and pointed a boney finger at the boy who stood up slowly. "Who are you?!"

"Who am I?! Who are you?!" Booth stared at the girl and then realized how weird he sounded. 'I must be getting a cold from staying down here too long. Where's Bones?' He thought to himself.

The girl stood tall and skinny like a twig. She wore Brennan's clothes, which was jeans with a t-shirt with the Jeffersonian logo on it, that hung onto her loosely. Her eyes were just as stunning as Brennan's.

The boy wore a FBI jacket over a White Stripes T-shirt and had a pair of jeans on in which fit a bit too big for him. The boy was not scrawny, but was neither husky. He was just like any growing teenage boy with broad shoulders and dark brown eyes.

The dim light from the sewers shown their expressions.

"Where's Bones?!" The boy spoke out.

"I'm Bones! Where's Booth?!" The girl squealed.

"I'm Booth! Bones?!" Booth's eyes widened in surprise at the girl.

"This is weird." Bones frowned. "You're a little boy…And I sound a bit strange don't I?"

"That's because I'm not the only one who is a kid here, Bones." Booth frowned.

"Interesting." Brennan looked at herself in a pocket make-up kit that had a mirror. "I'm a teenager again! How is that possible?!"

"Let me see that." Booth borrowed it from her and looked at himself and smiled. "Ha! I haven't gotten a singe pimple yet! I must be 13!"

Brennan scowled and took the mirror away. "I barely started getting pimples at that age." She muttered and put the mirror away.

"You weren't kidding when you said that you were awkward as a child." Booth laughed and Brennan slapped his arm.

"That's not funny! You're probably barely going through puberty right now, so if I were you, I would shut up before I make fun of your lack of manhood!" Brennan walked off to the exit.

Booth frowned. "Geez, Bones. I was just kidding." He muttered as he followed her out.

The bright moonlight shined on them as they exited the sewers.

"Yuck! Now we smell like waste!" Brennan whined. Booth laughed.

"So, you were a girl once!" Booth laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"You whined like a girl. I've never heard you whine." Booth smiled.

Brennan scowled and sighed. "How are we gonna explain this to Cam or Cullen? I can imagine what we'd say, "Yes, Cam! Yes, Cullen! We are telling the truth! Booth managed to piss off a boy in High school and now he's some sort of wizard and he cast a spell on us so that we will look 22 to 27 years younger! Now we are magically 13 because of Booth!"!"

"Hey! It's not all my fault! I wasn't the only one who picked on him! And I wasn't the one who told him that he was a little boy!" Booth protested.

"You agreed with me, therefore, it is all your fault! And if you weren't so busy being so full of yourself and one of those guys, other people would've taken your example if you hadn't messed with him!" Brennan yelled at him as they walked to the SUV.

"He called me a philistine!! Do you know how embarrassing not knowing what that meant?" Booth yelled as they stopped in front of the SUV.

"Oh, nooo! Booth didn't know what a philistine meant! What ever shall we do?!" Brennan taunted.

"I didn't even know that you knew of sarcasm." Booth gritted his teeth.

"Well, apparently, I was very sarcastic as a young girl." Brennan said. "Aren't you going to open the car?"

"I can't drive, Bones. I'm not legal." Booth played with the keys with his finger.

Brennan rolled her eyes and snatched the keys. "Get in, you big baby."

"Bones! It's illegal for a person under--" Booth chased her around the car.

"Spare me, Captain Buzz-Kill!" Brennan yelled out before locking the door of the SUV's driver's seat. She rolled down the window and said, "Get in, or I'm gonna be the only one trying to explain to the FBI that I work for them." She stared the car and Booth reluctantly got in.

"We're gonna be in sooo much trouble." Booth said as Brennan started to drive.

"Hold onto something!" She screamed as she drove out of control.

"BOOONNNEEEESSS!!" Booth held onto the roof of the car and Brennan was close to flying out of the window.

Brennan squealed with laughter while Booth's face was of fright. "This is why I don't like letting you drive!! What the hell are you doing?!" Booth screamed as a cop car chased them around the block.

"Stop the car! Stop the car!!" Booth yelled as Brennan hammered the brakes.

"Wooo!" Brennan laughed and Booth labored his breathing. The cops expression was priceless when he saw the teenagers in the SUV.

"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Brennan goofed. Booth was still holding onto the roof.

LOL. Okay, so I dont know the nerd's real name. I got Booth's story from 'player underpressure'. I own nothing! pease R&R