Well, I was watching A Christmas Carol, and it popped into my head. It might be a bit clichèd, but what the hey, it's Christmas! And this is my first Bones fic...just thought you should know.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. And a Christmas Carol isn't mine either. It's something I must live with everyday.

Chapter One

As you may or may not know, Dr. Temperence Brennan did not like Christmas.

There could be a number of reasons for this. Perhaps Christmas carols gave her headaches. Maybe the lights blinded her. Or maybe, like the Grinch, her heart was two sizes too small. This was doubtful though, considering how obviously in love she was with a certain FBI agent.

At that exact moment, said FBI agent was pacing Dr. Brennan's office, ranting about how Christmas was season of love, and family, and happiness, and why didn't she want to spend Christmas with him and Parker?

Brennan watched him, her head in her arms. At the suggestion of spending Christmas with him and Parker, she snorted.

"No, Booth," she said. "That's your time with your son, I wouldn't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be," Booth said, waving his arms.

"I'll be ok, honestly," Brennan assured him.

"You can't work on Christmas!" Booth exclaimed.

"That's what I usually do."

"But-but-"

"Booth," Brennan said reassuringly, getting up and gently leading him to the door before he could start ranting again. "I don't like Christmas, don't try to change it. Please, it's ok, I'll be fine."

At a loss, Booth allowed her to lead him forward. Unexpectedly, though, Brennan stopped.

"Oh ha ha," she said dryly, reaching up and pulling down the mistletoe that was hanging above her door. "Nice try Angela."

The artist slunk out from behind the door, pouting.

"Oh, come on," she whined. "Just a little peck?"

"No," Brennan said firmly, though her stomach gave an odd little leap at the thought of kissing the hunk standing beside her. "Sorry Ange, not happening."

"You're such a Scrooge," Angela said, crossing her arms.

"Bah, humbug," Brennan smiled at the shocked look on her best friend's face.

"You understood that?" Booth asked, surprised.

"Who wouldn't?" Brennan replied, thinking about how she had vowed to find out who Scrooge was the last time someone had called her that. She loved Google sometimes. "But it doesn't matter, because I. Don't. Do. Christmas!" With each word, she pushed Angela and Booth a step closer to being out of her office, and on 'Christmas!" had closed the door.

Sighing with relief, she walked back over to her desk, and upon sitting down, found that her screensaver consisted of snowflakes falling onto a very Christmassy looking background. She quickly moved the mouse, and erased the screensaver from existence.

After she was certain no one else was going to come in and try to convince her of the magic of Christmas, she hurried out of Jeffersonian, hoping to avoid any other of her friends and their unbearable Christmas cheer. Snow was falling outside. Brennan groaned inwardly. It would be a white Christmas in the morning. Sighing, she made her way to her car.

At her apartment, she smiled at the absolute absence of anything that could be construed as joyful. Settling into an armchair to read a book, she gave a contented sigh, sipping at her coffee. Now, she could pretend there was no such thing what-so-ever as Christmas.

Falalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalallalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Later that night, Brennan awoke to a knock at her door. She glanced at her clock. Midnight. Who would want to see her at Midnight on the Eve of the day that she didn't want to think about?

"I'm coming!" she called, getting up out of her armchair as the knocking grew more insistent. "Hold your chickens!"

"Horses, sweetie!" Angela's voice called. "Hold your horses!"

Brennan opened the door, to find her best friend standing there, smiling.

"Angela?" Brennan gaped. "What are you doing here?"

"Angela?" The artist chuckled. "No, I'm the Ghost of the Christmas Past!"

So, what do you think? Should I continue? Or should I go throw myself into the ocean for even thinking about writing this? Please Review! And Christmas is in two days...so if you do want me to continue...