BONES isn't created, controlled, owned, or written by me. Hart Hanson and Fox get those honors.

A few things to note about this story's canon before we begin this fiction party:
1) Brennan was born in May of 1974, making her two years older than she is in the show. Booth wasn't aged down so as not to interfere with his time in the Rangers.
2) Brennan's parents left the Christmas of 1988, with Russ leaving in January of 1989.
3) In June of 1989, Brennan was placed in a foster family that moved her to Philadelphia, where she would end up attending the same high school as Booth in August and begin tutoring him in September.

This is a repost of a story I started a while ago and never finished. I've recently been inspired again and I wanted to give this story a chance to shine.

May 23, 1990

"It has to be wrong... the test has to be wrong, right Bones?" Seventeen year old Seeley Booth looked frantically over to the sullen figure of sixteen year old Temperance Brennan, sitting on the seat of the toilet in the small bathroom of Seeley's grandfather's home. The brunette teen hadn't made a move or said a word since she finished using the test stick over five minutes ago. She was well aware of what the pregnancy test was going to say. The positive result was the only logical one that it could have given, taking into account the symptoms of fatigue, nausea, tender breasts, headaches, and the missed menstruation she was experiencing. She had moved away from the stage of sheer panic and denial that Booth was now occupying hours ago, and was now simply angry that she'd let herself get into this mess.

She was the smartest girl in her high school, and probably any other high school out there, and yet she had managed to make one of the most irresponsible decisions a girl her age could make (several times in fact). It was all Booth's fault, she concluded, he was simply too charming, too caring, and too willing to provide her with the affection she had so missed since her parents and Russ had left over a year ago. But placing all the blame on him wasn't fair to Booth, and it certainly wasn't fair to her either. She had very actively agreed to everything, although there hasn't really been much to agree too, as it had just happen-

"BONES!" The panicked cry from Booth drew her attention back to him, and the very pale face he now had.

"Booth, I really think you need to sit down, you are becoming extremely pale and you aren't breathing very well." She stood up and moved away from the toilet, allowing for the soon-to-be hyperventilating Booth to sit down.

"Of course I'm not breathing well! You're pregnant! How the hell am I supposed to be breathing?! I'm freaking out!" He plopped down ungracefully onto the hard porcelain before dropping his head between his knees and taking deep breaths. "This just can't be happening, I mean, we used protection! What are we gonna tell Pops? This is what I get for having sex before marriage... this, right here, is divine punishment. I just don- "

"Please don't be mad at me" Brennan blurted out, surprising both herself and Booth , who was now looking up at her from his still downwards position, with the fear in her voice. So much for having a check on my emotions.

"I'm not mad at you Bones... why would I be?"

"Because I'm the one that's pregnant and traditionally in situations of unwanted pregnancies, the male exhibits aggression towards th-"

"How many times do we have to go over the fact that you can't rely on books to tell you what your life is going to be like?" Temperance had always found Seeley Booth to be something of a contradiction. The seemingly perfect jock personified, Booth was considered an absolute catch by almost every girl in the school, save for seniors, and the ultimate prize for any cheerleader. Yet while he did exhibit the traditional alpha male tendencies one would expect him to have, he didn't seem to place that much stock in the social hierarchy of school, save for its convenient labeling system. He was always one to give a smile or helping hand to whomever he came across, and was notoriously against any type of bullying or hazing his teammates would do.

It was only after the time they'd spent together while she was tutoring him in Biology, which had morphed into time spent just hanging out and then grown into what had gotten them to where they were today, that Temperance had come to know that before Philadelphia, there had been Pittsburg for Booth. Pittsburg would forever be defined for Booth by the drunken beatings he'd received from his Father, an absent Mother, and the social isolation of an outcast. That was why he was so nice to everyone he met, why he had befriended the awkward foster kid that seemed too smart for her own good... he knew the pain of rejection, and refused to see it happen to others.

"You're right Booth, you have very frequently demonstrated how you are an exception to some traditional social norms and I should have by now come to expect different from you. I will make sure in the future not to hold you to those standards."

"No Bones, I didn't mean just me, you have consider that other people mig... wait a minute, what the hell am I doing giving you a social lesson right now? You're pregnant!"

"Yes Booth, we've established that."

"You're pregnant and I'm going to be a Dad." Brennan noticed the ever so slight smile that briefly graced Booth's lips. No matter how it happened, Seeley Booth was going to be a devoted father, his Catholic upbringing and basic personality would see to that.

Too bad she couldn't say the same about herself. She had never been the normal child who played with her dolls as if they were her own babies or played house with some random male her own age. She'd never babysat a neighbor or had the inclination to go up and coo over some other person's child. The fear that griped her wasn't necessarily about having a child, but if she would be able to love it and care for it or rather decide at some point to abandon it like her own parents had done to her.

What she didn't realize was that by simply worrying about that possibility, she was already well on her way to being a great mother.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.
Carl Sandburg