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The Picture: All that remains
Booth didn't know where the picture had originally come from. He'd found it in a trunk, a trunk he hadn't even known he owned until he'd found it, while moving into the apartment. He didn't know why he didn't get rid of it. Instead he placed it in his living room, where he saw it every day or several times a day depending.
He didn't even know who the boys in the picture were and while the frame was silver and very expensive, he didn't have to keep the picture to have the frame. Yet he didn't throw the picture away, he didn't even move it where he wouldn't see it as often.
It was the feelings that did him in. Everything time he glanced at the photo he was confused yes, but more so he felt like he did when he looked at a picture of Parker. Not exactly how he felt about Parker, because there was a fair of amount of frustration and pain and other things he couldn't even grasp when he look at this picture. He didn't feel those things when he looked to Parker's latest school photo next to it, but the overwhelming sense love was the same.
He didn't like anyone messing with it though. Not even Bones when she had lifted it and asked who they were. He couldn't remember what he told her just that he had mumbled something and quickly taken it away from her. Hannah hadn't even gotten that far, which should have told him something. The only person he really didn't mind looking or holding the picture was Parker, which for some reason seemed right.
He studied the frame in his hands, trying to jog his memory, at the very least remember them, their names, something. The background may have been an office of some sort but it wasn't one he knew. He knew the picture wasn't that old but he didn't know how he knew that. The whole thing frustrated him. Maybe that was why he didn't throw it out. He hated mysteries.
He turned his attention to the focus of the picture. They were both fine boned, thin, short, and had striking blue eyes. They didn't look like much, but he had the feeling that he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a punch from either one of these two.
The shock of white-blonde hair on the older boy always drew his eyes first. There was no way the color was natural and, again without knowing how he knew, he knew the boy's natural color was the same as Parker's. The same curls too, though there were no honey blond curls in the photo. Just a very messy shock of white, he was in his early *20's, probably just legal. He wore tight black jeans, a black tee-shirt, and black duster. On his pretty face he wore a nasty smirk and a scar though his cocked eyebrow over the most electric blue eyes.
The other boy was younger, teens, just as pretty though. His hair color was close to Booth's own rather than Parker's. He too had striking blue eyes that drew attention. He wore a blue tee-shirt and loose jeans but the cocked eyebrow was much like the blond, though his smile was much more telling. There was something broken in that boy.
He wished he could remember their names and why they were so important to him. He place the picture back next to Parker's and went to bed.
*Note: I always thought the character of Spike was a lot younger than the actor playing him. As was often the case in Joss' worlds, he had 27 yr old actors playing 15 yr olds. What we know of William's life supports it, so I always write Spike as early 20's. To me Spike embodies the wild child.