A/N: Heyyyy guys! So here's my new Bones story! This is an AU if the gang met when they were teenagers. I read a few like these, where B&B meet as teens, and I thought why not do my own spin of one? So I wrote one! Btw Brennan and Booth and the others are all around the same age, Brennan was 14 instead of 15 when she was put into foster care, and I'm pretty sure that's it. It is an AU so yeah. Anyway my very first actual Bones Fic! Wo! So excited, here it is! Follow You Down everybody! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones


Chapter One

September. 1989. Washington D.C.

The petite sixteen year old Temperance Brennan sighed as the car pulled up to the ratty home of her new foster parents in D.C. It's been almost two years since she's been in the foster care system, and it's been hell. Sure, there are those few nice parents, but they never last. You're always going to be moved from place to place, wether you like it or not. No one's ever really liked Temperance anyway, so she's always been moved from home to home. It's never been easy for her.

"This is your room," her foster dad huffed as he guided her through the small home she would be living in from now on. He had a strong scent of tobacco and alcohol lingering on his breath.

"Thank you," she whispered, clinging to her small suitcase which held every single one of her belongings.

The room in front of her was a plain white room. Nothing special about it. A lot of cracks in the wall and a cold draft. There was a plain twin size bed with a blue plaid bed spread. There was an old desk in the corner by the window along with a dresser and a night stand. The floor was an old wooden one and it was beyond repair.

"Just, do your chores when you can and stuff," her foster dad replied, scratching the back of his head as he then left her in the room. "And by the way, you start school tomorrow. We expect you home by six o'clock each day, me and Marge, and then we expect dinner and after dinner your chores. Got it?"

"Yes sir," Temperance replied softly as she clutched her book on anthropology close to her chest. Her dad gave it to her before he disappeared.

"Alright, good girl," He said as he then closed the door, leaving Temperance in the small closet like room alone.

She looked around the room, her bright blue eyes taking in every feature. She sighed as she placed her suitcase on the springy old bed. Inside she had her three long sleeve shirts, four t-shirts, a sweater, one good blouse, two pairs of jeans, a decent summer dress, and her old worn down converse with her foster family names on the bottom. The only personal belongings she owned was her old worn book on anthropology, an old Foreigners CD, and a photo album.

Temperance sat on the bed and tried to make it homey as possible, but honestly, she just couldn't. These homes, they come and go. This couple was just the same as the last. She could tell just by her first look at Marge and John Walters they wouldn't be her finest family, but she'd deal with it. It wouldn't be long until she would be in college. She was only sixteen yet she was in her senior year of high school. This was her last year of high school and she couldn't be more excited. This means she can get the hell out of high school and off into the real world. Sure, she'll miss the learning portion of it, but the social part will be fun to get ride of.

Once she's in college she'll have to work something out with her social worker, but Brennan will be in a much more happier environment. She'd be out of the foster care system for sure. Plus, she's bound to get a scholarship to some ivy league collage, after all she is the Temperance Brennan. It's hard not to tell that she's a genius with so much potential, who wouldn't want her for their school? She'll go to the best school and then she'll work her way up to becoming the best anthropologist in the world.

A kind of big goal for her, but Temperance is determined. She's determined to have one thing in her life right for once.

Maybe this home will be good for her. Who knows. Though, as of now, even though she doesn't want to admit it, this new home looks kind of bleak for her.

~oOo~

"Pops! Seeley's being a jerk!" Jared Booth yelled to his grandfather as his elder brother, Seeley, walked right behind him down the stairs.

"I'm sorry Pops, but it's just Jared was getting his nose in my stuff!" the elder Booth sibling remarked, looking disapprovingly at his little brother who just rolled his eyes at him.

Seeley Booth was a senior at Washington High. He was a tall, muscular, teenage jock who was one of the most popular guys at the school. People would kill to be in his shoes there. You see, Booth has a way with people, a way not many have. It's always been something that's made him stand out compared to others, and it's what made him more lovable as a person.

Even though Booth's life seems perfect, it isn't really all that perfect. Seeley Booth is a victim of his own demons. Before D.C his life was pretty much crap in Philadelphia. He would have killed himself if it wasn't for Pops. He saved him and Jared from their father when he was twelve years old. Since then Booth made a new life for himself, trying to let go of the past, but at the same time life isn't all that easy.

"Boys, settle down," Hank warned his two grandchildren. He loved the boys to pieces, but sometimes they can be a handful.

"Well I just wanted to borrow your cologne!" Jared grumbled, looking up at Seeley. He was a good two feet shorter than his seventeen year old brother.

"Why?" Seeley questioned, frowning at his thirteen year old brother who just merely shrugged.

"Because!" Jared whined, his cheeks turning pink. "I wanna smell nice for the um girls."

"And as in girls, you mean Cam. Don't you?" Booth chuckled, thinking of his good friend Camille who lived down the block from them. Jared's had a crush on her since Booth first brought her home.

Camille Saroyan, or Cam, was a good friend of Booth. They've known each other since Booth moved here when he was thirteen from Philly. Cam wasn't a native to the city either. Her family had just moved from New York a year before and they befriended one another pretty fast. They tried dating in sophomore year, but it never worked out. Booth always thought of Cam as more of a friend or a sister than a girlfriend. Plus, Cam felt the same way about Booth. He's always been like a protective older brother to her, and to him Cam's been like the little sister he's never had. A little sister who is just as protective of her older brother.

"No!" Jared said quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. "No...I just. Never mind."

"Alright Jar-head, time to get ready for school," Booth said, chuckling as he got out his car keys.

"Be careful you two," Hank said, glancing at the two teenage boys. "And have a good day at school. Okay?"

"We will. Don't worry Pops," Booth told him, patting his grandfather's back. He smiled at Pops as he picked up his backpack from the hall closet.

"Make me proud boys," Hank said, smiling fondly at his grandchildren. "I know you'll do good, and try your best."

"Thanks Pops." Booth smiled at him again. "Bye!"

"Bye!" their grandfather called out as the two boys made their way to Seeley's car. It was a 1985 Toyota that he got from Pops for his seventeenth birthday.

"Hey boys," Cam said, smiling as she came walking over to the two boys. "Ready for school?"

Cam was a beautiful young girl who was the same age as Booth, seventeen. She has dark skin and beautiful black hair that reached to her shoulders. She was one of the best looking girls in the school and the smartest with dreams of being a doctor.

"What's up Camille?" Booth asked his friend, grinning at her.

Cam rolled her eyes as he called her by her first name. "Good. How about you, Seeley?" she said with a smug grin.

"I told you, it's Booth," he said sternly, frowning as he stopped in his tracks. "Don't call me Seeley."

"And I told you not to call me Camille," the teenage girl chimed.

"Come on guys!" Jared whined. "I want to get to school!"

"Fine Jar Head! Come on, let's get the little boy to school, Seeley," Cam said, chuckling as she walked right past Seeley Booth and into his car.

"Don't worry Jared, we're going." Booth chuckled at his little brother, giving his hair a nice ruffle. Jared just looked up at his elder brother and gave him the biggest frown ever.

"Good," Jared hissed, climbing into the back seat. Booth shared a look with Cam, causing them to both laugh as they then drove to school.

~oOo~

Temperance Brennan walked up the crowded halls, clutching her books as she tried to blend in with all the thousands of other kids. It was mid september and Brennan was only entering the school two weeks late. Luckily this meant catching up wouldn't be so bad, not that catching up would ever be a problem for her.

The good thing about this school, it being a big city school and all, was that it was likely she wasn't going to get noticed as easily. Brennan hated being new, all these fakes that would surround her, wanting to be her friend. Then there were the ones who liked to make fun of her. It normally ended up with her being made fun of in the end.

Thankfully everything seemed pretty good so far, until she knocked herself right into a girl.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Brennan apologized quickly to the girl. Brennan picked up a sketch book that she knocked out of the girls hand and slowly looked up to see a girl in a pair of overalls and a purple shirt looking at her. She was a little shorter than Temperance with black hair and brown almond eyes, clearly of asian descent. Her black hair was in a tight ponytail.

"It's okay. Don't worry," She told Brennan, smiling as she handed Brennan her anthropology book. "I'm Angela, by the way. Angela Montenegro. I'm a junior."

"Temperance Brennan. I'm a senior," She told Angela, smiling shyly at the girl. Brennan saw a quick peek of the girl's drawing and was amazed to see the beauty of it. The sketch wasn't some little doodle, no it was a beautiful drawing of the eiffel tower.

"That's amazing, by the way," Temperance squeaked shyly, pointing at the sketch book. "Your drawing. It's really good."

"Oh. Really? I guess so," Angela shrugged. "I like art...A lot."

"I can tell," Temperance said, smiling at the girl.

"And I can tell you have an interest in um anthropology? Bones?" Angel questioned, looking at the book cover. "As in dead people?"

"Um...Yes." Temperance answered, her tone clearly awkward. "Is that too weird for you?"

"I don't know," Angela answered, twirling a piece of hair in her ponytail. "I kind of like you."

"Thank you? I think," Brennan responded, not really sure how to react. She wasn't the most social person out there of course.

"My friend, Jack Hodgins, he's like you but he likes bugs and slime." She rolled her eyes at that. "But he's still my friend, so I deal...By the way, you look a little young to be a senior." The girl was very observant. Brennan assumed that it's probably from being a good artist, she observes the world very carefully.

People like Angela see the beauty in the world and embrace it. That's why young Angela Montenegro became an artist, to draw beauty and life on a piece of paper.

"I'm sixteen, like you it's just...I skipped a grade," Brennan said shyly.

"Oh! That's cool! So you're really smart then?" Angela mused, smiling at her new friend.

"Yeah, I did skip a grade," Brennan said, in her infamous blunt tone.

Angela didn't mind that this girl was blunt. She liked her, and Angela decided right there and then that she was going to take young Temperance Brennan under her wing.

"Alright. Well come on, I'll help you around this place. This high school is huge and I'm sure you're overwhelmed," Angela said, taking her new friend's hand. "I'll introduce you to Hodgins too. You might like him, he's a little weird but loves science. Loves to play in the dirt even though he's sixteen years old. Plays with bugs too. He goes to the boarding school a few blocks from here. I only know him because my dad's good friends with his. I'm his only friend, I think."

"Oh, well that's um interesting," Temperance said, not sure how to respond. Maybe she'd like this Hodgins, Angela spoke fondly of him.

"Yeah, well come on," Angela exclaimed, dragging her up the hall.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Brennan asked Angela at one point as she showed her to her first class. "Normally most people run away from me when I tell them I like bones or they just really get to know me."

"Well sweetie, I'm not picky. You're different, I like that in a friend. Take Hodgins for an example, kid's weird as hell but I love him anyways. Normal is boring, trust me," Angela said to Temperance, patting her hand.

"I take that as a compliment, thank you," Brennan said, giving her a smile.

As they approached the chemistry room Angela looked up to see a the hunk of the school making his way down the hall. "Well look who it is, Seeley Booth."

"Seeley Booth?" Temperance questioned, frowning as she looked behind to see a boy about sixteen. He was muscular, brown haired, and brown eyed. He was tall for his age and anthropologically speaking, he seemed to be an alpha male at this school as he slapped the hand of another boy and talked to some of the other students. Brennan did think he was very nice in structure too. He was really attractive, though something about this teenage boy made her feel different. It was probably her hormones, but honestly something else was making her feel something for this boy.

"Or Booth. That's what he likes to go by," Angela said, filling her new friend in. "He's a pretty popular guy, hunk of the school. You're lucky you have chemistry with him. Oh how I would love to drool over him all day in class."

"I don't he'd like you drooling over him," Brennan said, scrunching up her nose. "Another person's saliva isn't really that pleasant to have all over you. It's how germs even spread."

"Oh sweetie, it's an expression...You have a lot to learn," Angela said, sighing a little as she gave Brennan a pat on the back. "Look, I'll meet you at lunch. We'll talk then."

"Okay. See you later!" Brennan replied to Angela as she ran down the hallway to her class. Temperance then looked at her classroom and took a deep breath. Here she goes, another new class and a bunch of new kids ready to throw a punch at her.

Brennan entered the classroom right when the bell rang to be face to face with the teacher. He was an older man with salt and pepper hair and a prickly beard. He smiled when he saw the young girl and motioned for her to come over, "You must be Temperance. Welcome to chemistry."

Brennan smiled nervously as she nodded. Her chemistry teacher, Mr. Richards, handed her a textbook and some notes. "I hope you'll be okay. You're old teachers noted that you're very advanced, so this should be easy for you. Plus you only missed the first two weeks of school, nothing major has happened. Lucky for you."

"I am pretty advanced, was the best in my class until I had to move. I'll be fine. Thank you," Brennan replied, gripping to the large textbook Mr. Richards handed her.

"Um class," Mr. Richards announced, patting Brennan on the back gently. Oh here it goes, Temperance thought. This is where he'd introduce her. This never goes well. In fact this was the most annoying part of every new move. All eye looking at her.

"This is Temperance. She's new to the school and I expect you all treat her well," Mr. Richards said. He normally hated doing this to the new students, but the principle of this school was filled with nothing but pep and Richards had to do this as part of his job.

"Temperance, what kind of a name is that?" a girl snorted to her friends. The snob rolled her eyes as she flipped her brown hair and looked at the new student.

Brennan looked down at her feet, hearing the girl's comment. She knew she wasn't going to fit in. She never does.

"Why don't you take a seat right next to Seeley," Mr. Richards said, motioning to the 'hunk' as Angela referred to him before.

"Alright," Brennan said, taking her things and taking a seat next to Seeley Booth. She then happily opened her textbook. She couldn't wait to start learning. Maybe Mr. Richards would be smarter than her old science teacher, Mr. Linder. Temperance had to correct him on multiple occasions, of course that only made her social life completely disastrous but she didn't care. It's not like she had any friends to spare. All her friends were in Chicago, which was a small group of kids from her old science club.

Seeley Booth looked at the new girl sitting next to him. She had reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes. Something about her though was pretty…attractive. Hell not even attractive, this girl well she was down right beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

"Today we're going to begin acids and bases," Mr. Richards began as he turned to the chalkboard to write notes. After a good fifteen minutes of lecture, Mr. Richards had the class begin their lab partner worksheet.

Booth turned over to look at his lab partner. He noticed her books and supplies was organized and she was carrying a book with her about anthropology. She also seemed pretty smart to him since she already filled almost all of the worksheet. "So you're new?" he asked her, trying to get more information on this Temperance Brennan.

Brennan looked up and saw that 'the hunk' was now asking her a question. To her, at first he seemed like the type of guy who'd chose to ignore her. Popular jock, who's also a huge jerk, likes to pick on the weaker ones of the school. Then again, instead of jumping to conclusions she should wait for evidence of ill behavior.

"Yes," she answered simply. "I just moved here from Maryland."

That was the last place she was before here. She's lived in three states so far in her life after she was forced to leave Chicago. Wisconsin, Vermont, Maryland, and now (even though it's not a state) she was in D.C. Each one seemed to get further away from her home of Chicago, Illinois.

"Oh, that's cool. So why did you move, if you don't mind me asking?" Booth questioned the girl.

"I kind of do," She told him. Brennan didn't need anyone knowing what her circumstances are at the moment, not even Angela. All it's brought her in school was just bullies and more trouble. "It's personal."

"Oh, sorry for asking then," Booth replied, looking down at his worksheet. "Anyway, what did you get for number seven?"

"It's a base. It's ph is more than seven so it's obviously an base. Plus it turns litmus blue, that's a give away. Anyone with a knowledge of chemistry should know that," Temperance stated bluntly.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not good at chemistry," Booth huffed, writing the answer down.

Brennan just shrugged as she continued to complete the worksheet. She did notice Booth was struggling, and felt kind of bad for the guy. Maybe she could use her brilliance to help him.

"It's an acid, because the ph is less than seven," She explained to Booth.

"Okay, thanks...So acids are less than seven and bases are higher than seven...Right?"

"Correct," Brennan said as she then opened up her anthropology book and began to read about some more o bone structure. She loved bones, more than anything in the world. The science on finding how to identify a person or thing just by their bones, fascinates her more than anything in the world. Brennan has studied and looked over every single book she's ever found on anthropology and forensics and anything having to do with bones.

"Are you reading a book about bones?" Booth asked, noticing that the cover had a human skeleton on it.

"Um yeah," Brennan said, shrugging. "It's fascinating, to me."

"Oh I see. Sorry, it's just most girls I know read something along the lines of romance," Seeley mentioned, shrugging. He found it interesting that this girl would read about this.

"I'm not exactly like other girls," Brennan replied as she read some more.

"Okay class! Tonight read chapter three and take notes! That's all, see you tomorrow!" Mr. Richards said just as the bell rang.

"See you around, Bones," Booth said, smiling at the new girl.

"Why did you just call me Bones?" Brennan asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is that meant to be some cruel nickname?"

"No. Not at all," Booth said, shaking his head at her as he got up from his seat. He didn't mean it to sound cruel. "It's because you like bones. Don't worry, I'm not trying to be a jerk here."

"I see," Brennan said, frowning slightly. "Just don't call me that again."

"See ya Bones," Booth said, winking at her as he then left the classroom.

"Men," Brennan huffed as she picked up her things and left to meet up with Angela. She had a feeling her newfound friend would like to hear about her encounter with Seeley Booth.


A/N: Soooo what do you all think? Tell me your input? Any suggestions? Ahh this is my first Bones AU, I hope you enjoyed it! In the meantime be on the look out for the next update :)