Disclaimer: I do not own Bones (but I wish I did)
After season 7: It's almost 14 years since Temperance and Christine left Booth outside the church. The story starts in London, just so you know :)
Christine stood second in the line, waiting to get her reserved table at the restaurant. She'd been standing there for almost half an hour just waiting for her turn. Her mom, Temperance Johnson, had asked her to wait there, while she went out getting something. Christine had a feeling that it was something for her. Like a book or something. She always got books from her mother on her birthdays, and Christine, like her mother, would read all of them in just a couple of days.
While standing there, she got more and more impatient. How much time was this supposed to take? Her stomach rumbled. She was so hungry, and stand there, waiting, didn't make it any better.
Finally. First in line.
"Reservation?" The man behind the counter asked. He'd looked down on some papers, while talking to her. She couldn't see his face properly, only his figure. The spotlight behind him dazzled her eyes from its bright light. She held her hand in front of her face, trying to see something.
"Yes" Christine said loudly, trying to get the man's attention.
He finally looked up and studied her carefully, then noticed her reaction to the bright light behind him. He pressed a button, turning off the lights, made Christine give him a whispering 'thank you'.
Christine could see the man clearer now. He was tall, very tall, six feet at least. Standing there, she could see his massive muscles on his arms on his dark skin. He was a very well-trained man. At least it looked that way. The sweaty shirt of his sat on his body so tight, that you could see his six-pack through it.
She thought it was a despicable sight. She didn't like men who thought they where sex gods all over. Standing there like he was some kind of a woman's dream, made her wanna puke. And the sweaty shirt, oh god, it was so disgusting.
Another employee came by, standing beside the man. It was a woman with blond hair, braided in a long, thick braid, hanging down her back. She whispered something in the man's ear. He nodded. "Thank you" he said and left.
Christine hadn't heard what they'd talked about, but did't bother asking. She just waited. The woman now looked at her and waited for some kind of response. Just show me the table for god sake!, she thought. She didn't wanna spend more time waiting.
"You had a reservation?" The woman asked her.
"Yes" Christine simply replied.
"Name?"
"Johnson" She just answered her last name as she usually did.
"Okay, just follow me please"
The woman led her to a table in a corner in the other end of the restaurant. It was a larger table that she expected it to be. This table was settled with glasses and cutlery for three, not two as it should have been. She didn't mention the mistake, but assumed they would fix it later.
Another employee stood by the table holding out a chair. Christine sat down on it and pushed it closer to the table. "Thank you" she said friendly and gave her a smile.
A few minutes went by and Christine started wondering about her mom. Where was she? She should have been here by now? It was almost an our she'd left her, and it was time for her to return. She didn't get worried, though. Her mom would probably be there any minute.
More time went by. One servant came by, asking her if she wanted something to drink. She'd ordered just a glass of water. A soda didn't feel very appetizing for the moment.
She checked her phone for messages. None. Why didn't her mother at least send her a message that she was maybe a little bit late. It wouldn't harm any of them, and she wouldn't need to be so worried.
She tried to call her mother. No answer, just her voicemail. But she always answered. Maybe her phone was out of power. That was the most only assumption she could possible come up with, and it calmed her down.
She took of her jacket, hanging it on the back of her chair, and headed to the restroom. She didn't need to go, but she wanted to do something else that just sit there.
Walking trough the restaurant full of people, she started to look around. The walls were covered in a deep red-orange wallpaper lighted up by some spotlights around on the poles, that stood around here and there. There were also a beautiful silent waterfall on the wall. The water silently pored down the wall of glass, made the whole restaurant feel so much more relaxing and luxurious. She looked up in the ceiling, finding it as a very elegant decoration of white rock. It was a magnificent sight.
The restroom was almost as impressive as the dining room itself. The mirrors frames in the same decoration as the ceiling outside made a bigger impression on Christine. This was a dream restaurant. At least for her. And it was probably overly expensive as well. But same shit. It was her birthday after all.
Christine glanced at herself in the mirror. She wasn't pleased with the reflection. All she saw, was a fourteen year old girl with bright blue eyes as her mother, who looked back at her with the same stupid expression in her face. She ran her finger trough her auburn brown hair. She'd wished it to be longer and a little bit thinner. Her hair was so thick. Temperance had always commentated her hair to be beautiful, but Christine didn't commit herself to the thought. Nothing could be positive about her.
Her classmates used to tease her because of her look and what she was. Christine tried to not care, but sometime the emotions became overwhelming and she would run into her room, laying on her bed and cry. Her mother didn't know anything about it, of coarse. Christine was as private as her mother had been before she was born.
She didn't know why they behaved like some stupid jerks to her, but she'd just learned to live with it.
That's why she wanted to move away from Chicago. She knew her mother really liked it there. She had a nice job and all that, but she knew she missed something too. Chicago was the city her mother grew up in as a child, but anyways, Christine wanted to get away from there. She hated her school, her neighbors, all of them.
The best part of the year up I Chicago, were when their friends from D.C came. Especially Angela. She was the best aunt ever. Christine knew she wasn't her biologically aunt, but since she was little, Angela had been like an aunt to her. And when she came, she would often have company by her family. Hodgins was the coolest guy. He loved bugs over anything in the world. Well, except from his family, friends. He was just really funny one.
Micheal, or Mike as Christine usually called him, was this funny smart lad who always joined his parents up to Chicago visit them. She really liked him, like a friend. Love wasn't something she thought of yet, it was meaningless to her.
Sometimes her mother would take them both down to the capital for a few days, but it where ages since they were there last time. She missed D.C. Probably because she missed all her and her mother's friends down there.
Last time they were D.C, Christine was eleven. It was three years ago, three long years. She'd a great time down there. Usually she would spend the time with Mike, but she also liked being with the others. Once, when her mom felt ill and had to stay in bed all day, Angela had taken her to this awesome place that they called 'The Lab'. It was like this huge spaceship. She only found out later that Angela and Hodgins actually worked at this amazing place with several of her mom's friends, and that her mom herself had worked there. But that was years ago.
That was the last time since Christine saw her best aunt. They had of course chatted on the phone, but they hadn't seen each other, which was something completely different. She would do almost anything to see her again.
Christine always asked her mother about her past life. She was very curious about her mom. The real Temperance Johnson was a very special to her. Not only a ordinary mother, but a real role model for her. But she was so private, almost uncomfortable private. She held everything to herself. Still staring in the mirror, Christine woke up from her thoughts, by someone coming in the room. She gave the other one a simple nod and a weak smile as she went back to the dining room.
As she came closer and closer to the she noticed that someone had taken her table. They can't give away my place, I haven't left yet! She thought, but stepping closer, she saw there were no strangers who sat there. She recognized her moms blue eyes gazing at her at once. She smiled. There was somebody else there as well. She couldn't categorize her by just seeing the dark brown hair, but when she turned around, she knew immediately who it was.
Gazing at her she said; "Angela?"
If there are some spelling mistakes, I am really sorry. English is not my native language, so I'm not the greatest writer.
Please review, Let me know what you think ;)