(A/N): Hi guys! Here is the awaited sequel to After The Storm Blows Through! To be honest with you, it took so long because I wanted perfection and I kept second guessing myself. But, I have finally decided to just take a chance and post it, and hopefully you butterflies will like it. Yeah, so… Let me know what you think and I will try to get the next chapter up asap.

Just a quick thing; I hate watching Cam at the beginning of season 2, because I hate watching her try to make Brennan quit, so the first few chapters are not going to have any episodes in them, whilst I sort it out and make Cam the nice one we all know now. However, this will be a season 2 piece and please, read on hehe.

I don't own Bones, and this is a blanket disclaimer for the entire fic. Enjoy!

Take Two

Chapter 1

"Hello?" Seeley Booth called out as he let himself into his apartment, dropping his keys on the small table set inside his hallway and shrugging out of his suit jacket, holding it in one hand as he entered the living area. "Oh, hey Ammi. Aren't you supposed to be at your mom's tonight?" He found an involuntary smile covering his features as he entered the room to find his girlfriend's (and partner's) fourteen year old daughter resting upside down on his couch watching the television the wrong way up, her calves resting over the top of his comfy couch and her long dark waves brushing the hardwood floor, one lone electric blue streak standing out amongst the dark tresses of her hair. Booth dropped his suit jacket over the back of the armchair situated almost adjacent to the couch, silently wondering what in the world had prompted the teenager to watch television upside down.

"Huh? Oh, hey, Booth. Yeah, I was supposed to be at mom's, but she's too busy eating her own body weight in ice cream and viciously stabbing that Dr Saroyan voodoo doll Sam gave her from New Orleans." Amethyst Brennan returned evenly as she manoeuvred herself back upright and turned slightly to face the FBI agent, bright red in the face from the blood that had been rushing to her head as she had sat in the strange position.

Booth frowned at the teenager's response to his questioning. Dr Goodman had left the Jeffersonian Institute a month earlier, placing one Dr Camille Saroyan as head of forensics whilst Temperance Brennan was away on a dig somewhere, Booth couldn't remember exactly where. Everyone knew the man had done it on purpose so that he didn't have to deal with the fallout that would inevitably occur with the anthropologist, but things hadn't been anywhere near easy since Brennan had returned to DC, with battles occurring every few moments between the two strong, stubborn women. Of course, Booth would always side with Brennan, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with being an observer to them going after each other all the time.

Amethyst knew that Cam was simply jealous of how close the partners were, despite not being aware that the pair were actually together. She'd asked Angela about her a few weeks ago when she'd nipped by the lab to ask Zack a few questions on her research project for a Forensic Anthropology module, instead visiting with the artist when she'd found that the intern was busy defleshing a set of remains for her mother.

"Why's she trying to dig her claws into Booth?" Amethyst asked in frustration, throwing her notebook onto the artist's coffee table, only to watch in vague interest as it slid straight over the top of the coffee table and fell off of the other side, slumping down onto the couch with a sigh. Cam had slipped out of the lab for lunch about five minutes before Amethyst had arrived, and so hadn't seen the teenager enter.

Angela snorted in amusement at her, setting down her remote and moving to sit down beside the girl. "That's one way of putting it. And she wants him. Thinks she can make him want her."

"But he's with mom."

"She doesn't know that."

"Why did no one tell her?"

"Because she didn't ask." Angela replied with a mischievous smirk. "Just like she doesn't know about you either. Or Parker. She's never asked the right questions to the right people."

"You're up to something."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"If you say so. But whenever the fallout happens, let me know. I want to have a front seat and popcorn."

"I'll be sure to tell you. You know, if I was actually planning anything. Which I'm not."

"Obviously."

"Bones doesn't believe in voodoo." Booth pointed out.

"Luckily for Camille." Amethyst shot back with a smirk. "Truthfully, she's eating a lot of ice cream on the couch back home and I had to get started on a dissertation. Here was quieter. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind, Gem." Booth sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I gave you a key so you didn't have to ask. You're welcome here anytime. You know that."

"Yeah, sorry, it's been a long week. But you should go talk to mom. Dr Saroyan's kinda getting to her. She's thinking of quitting. Again."

"Alright, I'll head over there now. Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, I had some pizza earlier. Leftovers are still on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, well don't wait up."

"I won't. I'll have to go home tomorrow morning though, just a warning."

"I'll make sure we're decent for then." Booth returned with a laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow then kid."

"See you tomorrow old man."

…

Amethyst sighed as she set down her pen and rubbed at her tired eyes. She'd been working on her research element for three hours straight and it was beginning to weigh on her. She needed a break. She glanced around the darkened living room with a small half-smile playing at her lips. When Brennan had decided to go on a dig two weeks after her mother's case had been summarily declared closed, or at least with no more progress, she'd asked Amethyst who she wanted to stay with whilst she was gone.

"Ammi, your dad or Ange."

"Huh? What?"

"Who do you want to stay with whilst I'm gone? Your dad or Angela?" Brennan elaborated as she set a bowl of pasta down in the centre of the table. Amethyst shrugged as she set down a bread basket next to it and sat down opposite Booth and Brennan, a scene that had become commonplace a few times a week.

"Don't really care, though it'll probably be Ange. Dad's still in… Dad's still gone."

Booth frowned at her, but Amethyst kept her gaze on her plate. Brennan had never questioned why she wouldn't mention where her father was, but Booth had started giving her looks that told her he was curious about it, and she wanted to hold off on telling anyone about that for as long as she could. She almost sighed in relief as Booth directed his attention back to Brennan. "Why does she have to go to one of those two?"

"Because I won't leave her on her own. You know that. We decided when Ammi was ten that she wouldn't be left alone overnight until she was sixteen."

"Who is 'we'?"

"Mom and I." Amethyst answered around a mouthful of pasta. "So, yeah, I'll go to Angela's. I don't mind."

"What about me?" Booth blurted out, surprising the Brennans and to some extent, himself. "Gem could stay with me."

"Booth, I… Are you sure?" Brennan asked, a hint of surprise wheedling its way into her tone. "It won't be like looking after Parker. She comes with a whole new set of rules."

"Like I need to be fed regularly, and taken on walks, and patted on the head." Amethyst rolled her eyes. "I'm not a pet."

"I know sweetie." Brennan assured her. "You're just different to most other people."

"True."

"Look, Bones, Gem, I think it's safe to say that I already know how you guys work, so if you want to give it a go, then I'll house the stray mutt." Booth winked at Amethyst, who snorted into her food at the dog analogy, trying not to laugh. "Bones, what are you thinking?"

"Uh, well, Amethyst, what would you prefer?"

"I'll stay with Booth if that's alright. Angela has a date next week anyway. Some biker guy."

"Alright well, that's settled. Will someone pass me the pasta?"

Amethyst smiled again as she shoved her work onto the coffee table and grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch. It hadn't been exactly smooth sailing for the teenager and FBI agent at first, but eventually they'd developed enough of a rhythm to become comfortable with living with one another. She knew Brennan and Booth loved each other, and after seeing what Booth was like without her mother around, Amethyst could honestly say that the idea of them becoming more serious, or even staying together forever, didn't sound so bad.

…

Brennan snuggled into Booth's side as they sat on the couch together. She hadn't been expecting him that night, but suspected that Amethyst had sent him over, not that she was complaining. Watching a documentary on the Himalayas curled into her partner's side was better than watching it with a tub of ice cream she'd been stabbing quite viciously. She knew she shouldn't let Cam get to her, but the woman was starting to get under her skin little by little. It had been so easy when Goodman was in charge that the new chain of command was stifling her. She would have been fine with it had she been told upfront, but she hadn't. Amethyst hadn't known about Cam until Brennan had gotten back, and Booth had thought that one of the squints had told Brennan, and so hadn't mentioned it because he thought she hadn't mentioned it because she herself was annoyed with it. She wanted nothing more than to kiss Booth right in front of the other woman, but she wouldn't. She wouldn't stoop to that playing field, after all, she'd already won the game. Cam just didn't know it yet.

"What are you thinking about?" Booth murmured, pressing a light kiss into her hair. "I can hear the wheels turning."

"Wheels? There are no wheels in this room."

"Expression, Bones. Means you're thinking too hard."

"Oh. One day I will get one right." Brennan grumbled, though it was light-hearted. "Just thinking about work."

"It'll be alright." Booth assured her gently, seeing straight through her answer to what she was really worrying about. "There's no point worrying about tomorrow until it comes around. Now, there's something else you should focus that big, beautiful brain of yours on."

"Oh, really? And what's that?"

"Me." He pressed his lips firmly to hers, pulling her flush to him and deepening the kiss to hear her moan. She willingly parted her lips as her arms curled lazily around his neck, pulling him forwards to rest above her on the couch. Sometimes words just weren't needed between them.

To Be Continued…