A/N: Hey there! So this idea was in my head, and I thought it was a pretty good one, so I wrote it down, let me know what you think!

It was late, around midnight, at the founding fathers. They were both considerably buzzed. Drunk enough to touch topics they wouldn't normally consider, and even though they were into some deep topics, Booth still had one he hadn't brought up.

"And that was my first experience with a woman." Booth said proudly.

"Hmm… it seems as if you were very agile, Booth."

They both chuckle and remain quiet for a few minutes, just listening to the background music of the bar, before Booth speaks again.

"Why no kids?" Booth asked suddenly.

"What?" Brennan said, caught off guard.

"I mean, you've given me anthropological answers and all that crap, but what's your personal reason? There must be one." He said.

"Anthropology is my rationale, Booth. You know that." She stated.

"But what made you think like that?"

She was silent. It's not that she didn't want to tell him, but it was quite a difficult subject for her. Flashes of her teenage years flickered in her mind and she squeezed her eyes together.

Flashback:

"Okay, Miss Brennan, how old are you?" The doctor questioned.

"S-sixteen" She murmered.

The doctor hummed. "And are you sexually active?"

"No… I-I mean y-yes. I-don't know.."

"Miss Brennan, it's a simple question. Are you having sexual intercourse or not?" The doctor asked imperiously.

"Yes." Brennan said, defeated.

"Okay. If you would put your feet on the stirrups please."

"No. Please.. not down there.. I- Please don't." She said, panicking.

"Miss Brennan, it is imperative that I continue my examination. You said you were two weeks late. Is that correct?"

Brennan only nodded.

The doctor's hard eyes softened, just slightly and she said. "Sweetheart, I don't want to scare you, but there's a chance you could be pregnant. I need to continue to rule it out, or confirm it."

Brennan's face went pale. "P-pregnant?" She stated.

The doctor nodded.

"He t-touched mme d-down there. I-I f-feel d-dirty." She said, shaking as she hung her head in shame.

"Who touched you?" The doctor asked.

"H-he tells me to c-call him 'Daddy'"

End Flashback

"Bones?" Booth questioned.

"Booth, I don't want to talk about this." She said, curtly.

"C'mon, Bones. I'm your partner. We're best friends. You know you can tell me anything. Just tell me why." He urged on.

She sighed. "Why do you want to know so badly?" She asked, becoming annoyed.

"Because I'm hoping I can change your mind." He said with his charm smile.

"You won't." She said bluntly.

"Why not?" He asked, annoyed.

"Just leave it alone, Booth!" And with that, she slammed her tab onto the table and left.

"What just happened?" Booth questioned, confused.

He got up and tried to follow her, but she was gone. He thought about following her, but he knew when she needed time alone, and now was that time. It stood next to the curb and waived a cab. He would talk to her tomorrow, to see if she would come around.

Flashback

"Okay Temperance. Your test results are back. It seems you're pregnant." The Doctor said sympathetically.

Brennan's face fell. "No. I can't be. It's not possible."

"I can assure you it is very possible. It's never safe to have unsafe sex."

Brennan wanted to scream and kick her feet until someone would listen. "But I didn't want to have sex! He made me!"

The doctor placed her hand on Brennan's shoulder. "I know, sweetheart, I know. I've called the police. They should be here soon."

"What if they don't believe me?" She asked out of fear. Nobody ever believed her.

Dr. Ayers took her hand and said, "They will. I promise. Your foster father will never be able to hurt you again."

End Flashback

Brennan woke in a cold sweat, her memories morphing into dreams over the course of the night. She looked at the clock and saw it was seven in the morning. She felt a pounding I her head, and knew instantly that she was hung over. She groaned and dragged herself out of bed to make coffee. At about 7:30, she heard a knock at the door and furrowed her brows. Who could that be? She thought to herself as she made her way to the door. When she opened it, she saw Booth standing there, coffee in one hand and a brown bag in the other.

"Heya, Bones. You up for some company? I brought your favorite pancakes from the diner." He enticed.

She smiled at him and gestured for him to come in. Despite her headache, and bad mood, she didn't want to be alone at the moment. He dream had been so vivid, so real. Because it was real.

"Temperance, sweetheart, are you awake?" Brennan heard her foster father's voice chime through the dark silence.

"Um, yes. Is everything alright John?" She asked.

She heard a cynical laugh and felt her bed shake very lightly.

"Oh everything's alright darling; I just wanted to see you." He admitted.

"Why?" She asked, bluntly.

He didn't answer, he just moved closer and closer to her until he was right next to her. "You're so beautiful, Temperance." He whispered.

"Um, thank you?" She said in bewilderment,

"You're very welcome." He said.

He leaned in and brushed his lips across her cheek, and she stiffened. "Mr. Anderson, what are you doing?" She asked, terrified of his answer.

"Shh. He soothed. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Temperance." He whispered, kissing down her neck.

Brennan gasped and tried to contain the bile that threatened to escape her throat. "W-what do you mean?" She asked.

He chuckled and moved his hand up her thigh. She hissed and moved away from him. "Please don't do that." She begged.

"Oh, now sweet Temperance, you're not going to cause me trouble are you? We can to this the easy way, or the hard way. But I have to warn you: the hard way will not be pleasant for you." He growled, moving his hand to her panty covered core.

"Please stop! I-I'm a virgin." She said through sobs.

He grinned at her. "Even better. Now you just lay back and enjoy sweetheart. Fighting will cause complications." He warned.

And with that, he took her. She sat there, and tried to be anywhere but there. It didn't seem real to her, that night. Nothing seemed real. As if it was a dream. But that was wishful thinking.

End Flashback

"Bones?" Booth questioned from the kitchen.

She looked up, finally broken from her trance. "Oh, I'm sorry, Booth. Did you say something?"

He smiled. "Do you want me to heat up your pancakes? They're a little cool."

She nodded and went to go sit on the couch.

After they ate, they sat there, talking small talk, avoiding the elephant in the room.

"Bones…" Booth started.

"Booth, I'm sorry I left so suddenly last night. I just… that's not an easy topic for me." She said.

"I understand, Bones. I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm sorry." He patted her knee and she shuddered.

He looked at her with a confused look and she looked away.

"Bones, you know you're my best friend, right?" He questioned.

She nodded. "You're mine too."

"And I hate seeing my best friend like this, it really sucks. I know that whatever is bothering you is a hard thing for you to talk about, but do you think you could try? For me?" He begged.

Brennan didn't say anything for a long moment. Then suddenly she got up and stood in front of him. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to just under her bra. There Booth said five red circles in a line along her hip bone. Booth gasped and sat up straight. "Bones." He mumbled as her raised his hand to the wounds and lightly caressed them with his fingertips. "Who did this to you?" He asked through gritted teeth. She looked into his eyes and knew she was safe with him.

"My foster father, but trust me… those marks; they're nothing." She said.

"Yes they are, Bones. Yes they are. How could he, I mean… How could anyone.." He was at a loss for words, and she continued.

She pulled her shirt back down and sat down next to him.

"His name was John Anderson, and he told me to call him 'Daddy'."

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it. Please review!