Starting this one. Just want ya'll to know that I'm very thankful for what you guys have done for me lately, giving me reviews and telling me about my work. I really appreciate it. I appreciate the fallows and favorites as well. Know that this is not a Christine Michael fic, but simply starts out that way. It will develop to engulf most of the main characters, specifically Brennan and Booth. Read and review, por favor!
"Come on you two, get close!" Booth yelled at Michael and Christine, who looked at each other with equal smirks.
"Come on, Dad. Why all the pictures?" Christine whined.
"Michael Vincent Staccato Hodgins! Act like you at least like her," Jack yelled, running in and pushing the two together before quickly jumping back and taking a picture. Laughing, Michael placed his arm around Christine and placed a kiss on her cheek, before drawing and letting the adults have their fun.
When the photo shoot was finally done, they both pulled from each other and made their way towards their families. Brennan felt a familiar pull in her chest as she looked at her daughter, and kissed her on her forehead.
"You look beautiful, Christine,"
Christine's eyes softened as she embraced her mother.
"Thanks…"
Prom…Junior prom, really, but prom none the less. Christine, dressed elegantly in a long, flowing blue dress, looked over at her best friend, Michael, who wore a strict tux and occasionally looked over at her, wiggling his eyebrows. This did not go unnoticed by Booth, who shot him a look every time he did it.
Granted, neither Michael nor Christine had been dating long. About a month, really. Booth couldn't get over that.
However, he ignored the sensation that burned in his lion heart when he looked at his beautiful daughter, and held out his hand for her, before kissing her on the top of her head.
"Do I look pretty, Daddy?" she asked, knowing what his answer would be, but wanting to hear it from him. Booth smiled knowingly and nodded his head, holding her close.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, Chrissy,"
Hodgins had placed his hands on Michaels shoulders, looking at him in the eyes.
"You'll be safe, right?"
"Yes, Dad,"
"You'll treat her right, right?"
"Yes, Dad,"
"You won't do anything I wouldn't do, right?"
"Dad, if I did what you did in high school, I'd probably be dead,"
Hodgins laughed and patted his son on the back.
"Just remember-Booth's a trained sniper,"
"I got it, Dad. I'm taking her home right after the dance anyways. I have a game tomorrow,"
Silently, he pulled his son into a hug which Michael tried to resist, before he looked over at his mom and dad and grinned goofily.
Angela, the speckle of tears in her eyes, embraced Michael even more warmly and then pulled away, looking him in the eyes.
"You're growing up…"
Michael snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Yep. I'll be old just like you and Dad soon,"
She lightly smacked him and shook her head, but smiled at him none the less. Checking his watch, Michael quickly hopped up and waved at Christine.
"We gotta go! Dinner reservations at five. You know how picky those guys are," he stated, and Christine looked over at her mother and father and waved goodbye before walking out. Michael pounded his chest and gave the peace symbol before taking Christines arm in his and walking her to his car (A beat up Chevy truck, but hey, it was wheels).
"After you, my lady," he stated, grinning. She chuckled and got in, before Michael closed the door and rushed to the other side.
"Before Mom and Dad or Auntie Temperance and Uncle Booth take more pictures. Dear god, I don't think I could take it!" he stated dramatically, before backing out and driving down the road, radio cranked up.
The rest of the night went, basically, without a hitch. They both went out to eat, Christine somehow managed to not spill on herself, and they both walked grand march. Fifth couple to go. Booth, Brennan, Hodgins and Angela had all shown up and started to take pictures, though neither noticed. After that was done, they mainly danced for most of the night. After getting together with some friends, the group went and played lazar tag before calling it a night deciding that everyone should go home.
Walking back to the truck, Christine laughed and hung on Michael.
"Man, I whooped your ASS there, bug boy,"
He snorted and ruffled her hair, which was no longer neatly taken care of and was now sticking all over the place.
"Yeah, well, I don't have an FBI father who teaches me all kinds of stuff about guns. Geez, why does he do that anyways?"
"Cuz he loovvvveeesss me,"
Michael laughed and put his arm around her, before lifting her up off the ground and carrying her to his truck. She screamed from joy and batted at him lightly, and when he put her down she rolled her eyes.
"So, Harvard next year, huh?"
"Yep. Both of us going together?"
"If we both get in, hell to the yes,"
Opening the door for her once more and then crawling to his side, he started up the truck and let it warm up.
"I'm thinking we take a quick spin and then head home. How's that sound?"
"Where we 'taking a spin'?" she asked mockingly. Michael looked into the sky and tilted his head.
"There's this place that Dad and I used to go to when I was little-We would just look at the stars for hours. Course, we don't have that much time. But I can show it to you,"
"Michael, I don't want to-"
"Just looking at the stars. Nothing more,"
She stayed silent for a while and then nodded in agreement.
When they got to the place, it was totally quite. No sounds to disturb them. Sighing in relief, Michael and Christine got out and went to the bed of the truck, laying down and looking at the stars.
"That's delphinus. Bet you haven't heard of that one,"
"Naw," he said with a laugh. "You didn't point it out every two seconds when we were kids or anything,"
After a while, the peace became comfortable, but Michael knew better then to stay out later. After slipping off the bed of the truck and starting the car again, Christine reluctantly crawled in.
"Do I have to home now?"
"Unless you want Booth shooting me, then yeah. It's probably a good idea,"
She laughed and reached over before honking the horn, and Michael turned around, a huge grin on his face.
With the windows open, driving down the road seemed nice. Peaceful. Occasionally, Christine would wave her hand in the air. When a song came on the radio, however, she jumped up in excitement.
"That's my JAM, Mikey! Pump it up!"
They turned the knob up to the highest volume and Christine played the air guitar, while Michael drummed absently on his wheel. For a moment, he closed his eyes and unfocused, before he opened them again and saw something.
Someone else was in their lane.
Someone else, was in, their fucking lane!
Coming right towards them.
Panic invaded Michael as he tried to swerve out of their way, but suddenly they did the same thing. Anger flooded his veins and he tried to slam to a stop, but it was too later.
Impact.
Christine's screams bled through the night.
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