A/N: I got this idea while traveling over this past weekend. Which is when I heard the below song. Thanks to Goldpiece for being my beta. Here's some cookies for your hard work.

Title: The Many Moods of Daddy

Summery: Just little snap shots about the relationship between Seeley Booth and his son, Parker. Mostly a little fluff. Some references to 'Semper' (or BB) but this fiction is about father and son. No plot and no real end. Hope you enjoy.

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I don't own BONES or the below song 'That's my job' song by the one, the only Conway Twitty.

I do own the plotline which has been

© WolfMyjic 2006

That's my job. That's what I do.

Everything I do is because of you,

To keep you safe with me.

That's my job, you see.

-Conway Twitty

Seeley Booth was pulled from his peaceful dream of soft grassy meadows and haunting green eyes by a small tapping at his bedroom door. Booth turned his head one way and then the other, trying to force the cobwebs away. The tapping on his door stopped, and Booth found himself drifting off to a spring day with a warm breeze, and a picnic. "Daddy?" a little voice called from behind the closed door, and the tapping turned into a knock. At the sound of the boy, Booth's eyes opened up into the darkness. He heard the doorknob turn and the door crack open. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Parker?" The little boy pushed the door open wider, and Booth heard bare feet pad across the room. Parker stopped at the side of the bed, and Booth took in his son's appearance. The child was dressed in red and blue pajamas, with Spiderman on the shirt. He tightly hugged an old stuffed bunny – Fuzzy Wuzzy- to his chest and his face was red and swollen from crying. Booth reached out to Parker, and the boy took it as his invitation to climb into bed with his father. "What's wrong, bud?" Booth asked when Parker was safely tucked in his embrace. Parker buried his small face in Booth's chest, and he could feel his son's body begin to shake as the tears began to fall. "Parker?"

"I-I had a ni-nightmare," Parker answered around hiccups. Booth tightened his hold of the child.

"It's okay, Parker, Daddy's here," he told his son. "I'm right here." He let one hand smooth down the boy's hair. "What was the nightmare about?" For a moment Parker didn't answer, and Booth didn't push.

"Yo-you."

"What about me, Parker?" Booth felt the boy hiccup.

"That you…that you di-died." The tears that had started to subside began to fall harder. "I don't want you to die, Daddy. What would I do? I don't want you to die."

"Listen to me, Parker," Booth began. "It was just a bad dream. I'm right here." Booth took the boy's hand and placed it over his heart. "Feel my heart?" Parker nodded against his father's chest.

"But Daddy," Parker started, pulling away from Booth so that he could look into his father's dark eyes. "What happens if you go away? What will happen to me?"

"It's my job to worry about you, Parker. That's my job. That's what I do. I'm your Daddy and I worry about you." Booth placed a hand on the side of his son's face. "Your job is to be a 5 year old boy and play, and laugh and be happy. Not to worry about me. Do you understand?" Parker nodded. "Good, now come here." Booth pulled his son back down to his chest. He kissed the top of the boy's head and smile. "Now, lets get some sleep."

"I love you, Daddy," Parker said with a yawn.

"I love you too, Parker."

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Wolfy