Hello all! We are back with another story, and we hope you will enjoy it. This won't interrupt updates for our other story, but they won't be weekly updates for right now. That being said, I Love Kol Miakelson and FictionWriter91 present The Fight for the Child.

2000

Rebecca gripped the side of the toilet as she hurled her lunch into it. She breathed in deep after, smoothing her hair back. She flushed and sat back, leaning against the wall.

"This can't be happening," she murmured. She tried to think back to when she had last had her period. It had been too long, and she knew it. She closed her eyes, pressing the palms of her hands against them. She couldn't be pregnant. She just couldn't. She wasn't ready. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell Booth. He was still recovering from Teddy's death, and he was in transition from leaving the military and starting school to become an FBI agent. He didn't need this pressure or stress. Rebecca got to her feet slowly and looked in the mirror. She didn't know if she could handle the pressure or the stress.

"Breathe, Rebecca," she told herself. "Just breathe." It was time for a pregnancy test.

Later That Day

"You okay in there?" Booth's voice came through the door. Rebecca sat on the toilet and stared at the pregnancy test in her hand. It was definitely positive. She was having a baby.

"I'm...fine," she answered. When he opened the door, she tucked the test away and out of sight.

"You don't look fine," he said, giving her a concerned look.

"Stomach flu," she shrugged, standing up. He looked puzzled as she pushed past him. He followed her to the kitchen where she poured herself some water.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked.

"Actually, yes," she said, setting down her glass. Her heart started to pound. It was the moment she had dreaded.

"What is it?" he pressed.

"I think we should break up," she said quietly. The silence in the room was deafening. Booth stared at her, disbelieving.

"What?" he asked.

"We should break up," she repeated.

"I don't understand," he said. "I thought we were good."

"I just think we should see other people. We've run our course," she added.

"Is it because of what's happened lately? I know I haven't been myself..." he started. She held up her hand.

"No. It's me. I'm just busy with law school, and I know you're going to be busy with your school, and I just think we should go our separate ways."

"Is it something I did?" he asked, looking upset. Rebecca felt her heart twist a little. She didn't like to hurt him, but this was for the best. He shouldn't be held down with a child. He had potential.

"No," she shook her head.

"I...I don't get it," he said.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. He stood there staring at her until she turned her back on him. "Please just go."

"Bec..."

"Go!" she shouted. She heard him breathe in and out, and then he walked away. Letting him go was the hardest thing she'd ever done.

2001

Rebecca cried out as the cramps hit her. She growled and groaned through it, gripping the countertop. This was it. Baby time. She hobbled to her room to grab her overnight bag. Then she got into her car and drove to the hospital. The nurse checked her in, and she got put into a room where she would wait for full dilation.

"How are you?" a nurse asked, coming in to check on her.

"Tired. In pain. Scared," Rebecca said, smiling a little.

"Is anyone coming to be with you?"

"No," Rebecca shook her head. She was doing this alone.

...

Hours later, Rebecca was holding her son. She was crying a little as she looked at him. He had Booth's eyes.

"Hi, Parker," she whispered. She had liked Teddy too, and she knew Booth would have wanted their son to honor his memory. Parker looked up at her, and a faint smile touched his lips.

"Oh, you're so beautiful," she said, touching his cheek. After a while, she grew tired, and the nurse took Parker down to the nursery. Rebecca fell asleep thinking about Booth and how much he would have loved to be here.

...

Rebecca woke up to commotion in the hallway. She sat up groggily, wondering what was going on. After a minute, a doctor came into her room. He looked scared.

"Hi, Miss Stinson," he said. "I...I have some bad news."

"What's happened?" she asked, fully alert now.

"Your baby has been stolen," he told her.

"WHAT?!"

"The police are here," the doctor said quickly. "They are going to talk to you. They will find your baby."

"How did this happen?! How could you lose him?!" she shrieked. Two officers came in just then.

"Hello," the female started.

"FIND MY BABY!" Rebecca screamed.

"Okay, calm down," the male officer said, holding out his hand. "We just have to ask you a few questions before we start the search."

"Hurry up!" Rebecca cried. She struggled to get out of bed.

"Hang on," the doctor said, stopping her. "You had a difficult labor. You need to rest."

"How am I supposed to rest when my baby has been stolen?" Rebecca demanded.

"Did you notice any suspicious activity around your baby?" the female officer cut her off. "Was anyone paying too much attention to him?"

"I don't know! I had just pushed a baby out of my body! Everyone was paying attention to him," Rebecca said. "They took him to the nursery, and I fell asleep. Ask the nurses!"

"Okay, okay," the female officer said. "Thank you for your time."

Rebecca started to sob as they left. Her baby was gone. She was in so much shock she could barely breathe.

Two Hours Later

Rebecca sat on the edge of the hospital bed thinking about Parker when the police came back. She looked up to see a smiling female officer holding a bundle in her arms. She gasped.

"You found him?!"

"We did," the officer nodded. "We caught the lady. She was your nurse. Turns out she can't have children and decided to take yours."

"Oh my God," Rebecca said, covering her face. Her eyes were still on the bundle. She reached for him.

"Here," the female officer said, handing over Parker. Rebecca held him tightly. "I'm so glad this was a happy ending."

"Thank you," Rebecca whispered. Her baby was safe and sound.

6 Months Later

Rebecca was pushing the stroller as she walked, humming to herself. It was a beautiful day, and she was enjoying the outdoors. Parker was making all kinds of noises in the stroller, and she laughed. She couldn't wait to hear him say "mama" soon. He was trying already. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind. She screamed, only to be silenced.

"Think you can get my wife put in jail and not have consequences?" a male voice hissed. Rebecca twisted, trying to get away, but it was fruitless. The last thing she saw was her baby screaming in the stroller, reaching for her with his small hands.

2006

"Please, Tempe? It would mean so much to me," Russ said, looking at her. Temperance Brennan stared at her brother. He had just asked her to register as a foster parent.

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Because I would want you to look after my girls if something happened to me, and you'd be the best person because you know what it's like to be..."

"Stop," Brennan ordered, glowering at him. "It's because of you that I was in the system to start with."

"How many times can I say sorry for that?" Russ asked.

"Not enough," she answered.

"Can you do it? For the girls?" he pressed, changing the subject.

"I'll think about it," Brennan sighed. In her heart, though, she already knew she would.

A Few Months Later

Brennan waited for the car to arrive with her first foster child. She was feeling anxious about it, and she wasn't sure why. When the knock came on her door, she adjusted her shirt and took a few deep breaths before answering it. She smiled brightly when she pulled the door open.

"Hi," she smiled. She saw a woman and a small five year old boy standing before her.

"Hello, Dr. Brennan," the woman smiled back. "This is Parker."

"Hi, Parker," Brennan said to him. He didn't respond. He looked sad. Brennan knew the feeling. "Please, come in." She moved to let them pass, and she saw Parker eyeing up her apartment cautiously. He sat on the couch while Brennan and the social worker talked.

"This is his tenth home," the woman, Janet, was saying.

"Why so many?" Brennan asked.

"We don't know. At first it just wasn't a fit, but every home seemed to reject him. I don't know why."

"He's probably been testing them," Brennan reasoned. "To see if they really want him."

"Well, then be on the look out for that," Janet laughed nervously.

"I think we'll be fine," Brennan replied, looking at Parker, who was looking back at her.

"Just sign these, and we're good to go," Janet said, sliding the paperwork over. Brennan scribbled her name and handed them back.

"Bye, Parker," Janet waved. "Be a good boy."

"Bye," he replied. He didn't comment on the other part. Once she was gone, Brennan looked at Parker.

"Do you want to see your room?" she asked. He nodded. She led the way, and he followed carefully. She heard him inhale sharply when they got to his room.

"I didn't know what you liked," she told him. "I assumed you liked action figures, but if there's anything you want, please tell me." Parker picked up the toy, his eyes full of wonder.

"This is for me?" he asked, looking at her for confirmation.

"I can get you anything you want," she smiled. "That's not a problem for me."

Parker stood there looking shocked. Brennan wondered if anyone had shown him this much kindness before.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

"I will let you get acquainted to your new space," Brennan said. "Dinner is in an hour. I hope you like pizza."

"I love pizza," Parker replied.

"Good," Brennan smiled. "Then I think we'll get along just fine." He gave a hint of a smile before she turned to leave. Brennan had a good feeling about this boy, but only time would tell for sure.

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