Bones. Post; 4X09. I plan to make this into a series like I do with my EC storys for CSI: Miami. I'm a BIG BB shipper. ;D I've written BB fanfics in the past, but I wanted to do something new, so I hope you all like this so far? Its a little late here and I'm tired, so I'm sorry if something doesnt make sence to you all, lol forgive me. But enjoy!

Chapter: 1;

Who I am;

"My Dad drank…"

Bones looked at Booth as he looked down at the ground fumbling with his fork in hand. She never knew that his father was an alcohol abuser, she actually knew little about his life growing up but she knew everything else about him. Her life story was no mystery; it was more like an open book. Or in some ways a case they had worked on. She wished many times before that she had known more about his life, how he was growing up, how his parents were and how he and his brother got along. Although now Bones had a little more insight how he and Jared grew up, she knew that Booth wasn't going to stop there.

She knew in the back of her mind he would open up and tell her more. Why? Because it was Booth and she knew that he had a certain comfort zone just like any other human would have, but in some ways she liked to think that he enjoyed her being apart of that. She too, enjoyed it. It made her feel like someone cared, that she belonged, which all those feelings were festered up when she was a kid in foster care.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, she would usually ask a million questions, but she knew right now she needed to give him some time as he requested not minutes ago. She moved the plate from her lap and placed it on her left side and leaned forward with him. She rested her left elbow on her knee while the other stayed rested against her body in the sling she was wearing from being shot. She titled her head to look at him; she could see a glint in his eyes, unshed tears burning to fall. She looked down at his hand and saw he was clutching his fork rather hard.

Booth was still aware that Bones was right next to him, and if he didn't know any better she was closer then before. So many thoughts circled his mind at that moment. Thoughts of his fierce childhood, the abuse he sustained from protecting his brother all the time and always taking the blame, prodded his mind. He wanted so badly right now to open up to his beautiful partner and tell her everything. But he didn't know where to begin? How was he to tell her that he wasn't the man she saw on the outside? That he was just a weak person, the same scared Seeley Booth he was when he was a child. Did she see that when she looked at him?

He knew better then to really ask those questions right now, especially with her sitting there and not to mention her wonderful speech she gave inside. It truly made his heart pump faster against his chest when she said those things to him inside the bar. He had always wondered how she really felt about him, he knew Bones better then anyone and knew that she saw the art of love and emotions differently then most people. But he understood her thoughts and theories on it all just like he was sure she understood all of his.

He was brought back to reality at that moment when he felt her long slender fingers brush his hand. He lifted his head up to look at her; her dark green eyes were gentle and loving as she pulled the fork from his hand. Booth let her and then felt her place her small hand in his. He instantly squeezed it and gave her a faint warm smile.

"Booth," she finally said looking into his dark hues she loved so much. Sometimes she would just look at him from a distance and admire him, admire when he looked at her the way he did sometimes. She loved the way he cared for her and made her see things through his perspective. But Temperance knew that she was blind too when she was with him, when she would look at him. She knew with Booth there were hidden meanings in most of the things he said to her but instead of acknowledging them she just pretended she didn't even notice.

She was scared herself. She was scared that maybe she wasn't good enough, that she wasn't capable to love someone the way they deserved. The way Booth deserved.

"When I was sixteen I was walking home from school, it was a nice day out, I remember because I stayed after to play some basketball with some of the guys in my class, told mom I had a project to do," he chuckled while his thumb slowly started to roll over the back of her hand. "Really there was no project; I just wanted to get away for awhile. I wanted to; I wanted to get away from being at home, get away from being around my dad." Booth sighed and looked out ahead of him seeing people walking across the street and cars going by. "Anyway, I get up to the front porch and try to open the door but it was locked, and usually mom was home by then. Dad was too, sometimes." He sighed once more and glanced over at Bones seeing the look of worry and sympathy on her face.

Bones wasn't sure where he was going with his story but she knew it wasn't something good just by the way he was telling it so far.

"I went around to the back of the house and seen Jared looking through the back door window, he looked scared and my first thought was 'what did he do now? What was I going to get the shit beat out of me for this time?', then I saw our dad, he was standing there holding up his bottle of rum, half empty," Bones swore she saw Booth shudder when he said that, "I don't think I've ever seen my brother so scared before and when I looked at him he knew he was done for, or that I was done for because he knew that I wouldn't let him take the blame," he paused for a minute and looked down at the ground again.

Bones squeeze his hand and frowned, "J –Jared drank some of your fathers liquor?" she stated the obvious.

Booth just nodded and moved his other hand to hers and placed her small hand between his, in the praying motion. Bones glanced down at their hands and smiled faintly at his soft jester before looking at his face again when he spoke, "Dad put the bottle down and looked over at us looking at him through the window," Booth shook his head, "He was so angry that when he flung open the door and grabbed us both I thought for sure he was going to kill us." Booth gritted his teeth and softly squeezed her hand between his.

Bones had more tears in her eyes at this point much like Booth did, only hers began to fall down her cheeks. She could do nothing to wipe them away seeing how he had her only free hand. But she didn't care, that didn't matter now. What mattered was being here for him when he told her his story.

"He grabbed Jared up by the shirt and shook him asking him 'what the hell do you think your doing?' and I was shocked that my father didn't come at me first, but I knew that by the scared look on Jared's face that he knew that it wasn't me. But then for one moment Jared glanced over at me and I knew – I just knew Bones that he wouldn't be able to take the beating he was about to get, that I had to step in… again," Booth shook his head and dropped one of his hands from hers. She instantly took his left hand in her own and squeezed it again not wanting him to break contact with her.

She heard Booth chuckle softly at her advances before continuing, "So that's what I did, I pulled him back and told him it was me, that I drank from his bottle and to leave Jared out of it. For the first time ever I saw doubt in my fathers eyes, it was almost like he didn't believe me but then dropped Jared and grabbed me up slamming me against the refrigerator, he was so furious," Booth let out a deep breath still not looking at her. He was afraid that if he did, he would see the emotion in her eyes and it would cause him to completely break down. "He grabbed the half empty bottle," Booth's voice started to get louder, "and he busted it right against my face," his voice was angry and uncontrolled now as he dropped her hand and stood up.

Booth was afraid that he might somehow get too angry and hurt her hand or something so he needed some space, just a little. He rubbed both of his hands over his face and sucked up his tears before dropping his hands to his sides. "After he punched me a few times, knocking out two of my front teeth he made me pick up the glass that had broke from the bottle and he made me," Booth balled his fists up, "he made me drink a whole bottle of rum by myself that night… other then getting my ass whipped he called it a lesson. He said that if I wanted to drink his rum then I had to be a real man and drink it all," Booth shuddered again. His temper flared, he could feel the heat rise on his cheeks.

Temperance sat frozen on the bus bench, tears withered down her cheeks as she looked up at him, seeing his back towards her. She didn't know what to say? What could she say? She blinked a few times to clear her vision and looked down while Booth turned around to look at her. He felt instant regret telling her that story, not because he didn't want her to know, but because he didn't want her to be sad or feel sorry for him. "Ah, Bones," he whispered walking over to stand before her. He knelt down in front of her and placed his hand on her knee, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you –I just -,"

"No, It's ok Booth, I'm glad you told me," she finally whispered slowly raising her head to meet his eyes. Her eyes wavered between his for a few moments before she watched his face fall into sadness. She closed her eyes for a moment feeling him brush his fingers along her cheek; he was whipping away her tears. His touch was so soft and gentle, it was amazing how he could be so pliant after the story he just told. When she felt his hand drop she opened her eyes to look at him, "I'm glad you o –opened up to me, that you trust me to know that about you," she whispered again.

Booth shook his head, "I trust you with everything, Bones," he whispered back seriously to her. "I trust you with everything," he repeated even softer. Before he could even open his mouth to say another word he felt her good arm wrap around his neck and pull him in for a hug. He smiled feeling her face move into the crook of his neck as they both started to stand together. Booth wrapped his arms around her thin body and held her close against him as his hands softly messaged up and down her back much like they always did. He closed his eyes taking in her sweet scent and warm body; it felt good to be close to someone… no not just someone, but Bones. His Bones.

After a few minutes they both started to unwillingly pull away from one another, leaving a small gap between them while his hands rested on her waist gently. "I want you to do me a favor Booth," she said softly looking up into his eyes, "don't ever think you're a loser. Don't ever give up the glory you deserve for something you did that you thought was right. What happened to you when you were a kid made you who you are today, a great person, a wonderful partner and my –my best friend," she whispered almost silently.

Booth's lips twitched into a smile as she spoke; look at this, Bones giving the great speech that he usually ended the day with when talking to her. "Your one of the most amazing people that I've ever know, and I know a lot of people!" She smiled at him. "No one deserves more recognition and respect then you and I don't ever want to hear you say your loser again, that you cant do any better, because you can, Booth, your so much more then what you see yourself as." Bones took in a deep breath after her small speech and blushed a little.

Seeley was taken aback by her words, he knew that she spoke what she thought but usually it was from the anthropology standpoint and it was all big words and the meaning of it all was because she didn't want to understand what he was saying sometimes. Only because he thought she was afraid that if she did understand what he was saying, she might actually feel something. Booth's smile never faded as he looked down into her eyes, "Thanks Bones," he said softly pulling her back in for another hug. "You help me be who I am today too, you know," he said into her ear pulling away.

She smiled at him and placed her hand around his back as he did the same with her while they started to walk back into the bar. Booth already knew that he played a major part of who she was today too, there was no question about it and she never had to tell him, he just knew. It was more then obvious.

Sooo, what did you all think? Comments are greatly apperciated, lets me know how well I'm doing so I can do better with the next chapter. Speaking of, Ch. 2 is coming SOON! xo.