Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or the boys or the music. I do own Izzie, Kathy, Allie and Jasmine.

Okay so the boys need to spend some time with their girls. Their daughters actually rather than their women (I already done that in Family in the Adventures). I haven't really developed the interns aside from Wendell mainly because I find Wendell easier to write without making him too one-dimensional (Fisher would have depression issues all the time and Finnisms - cuter than a junebug in a jumpsuit anyone - are hard to write). So meet Isabel Booth, Katherine Hodgins, Alexandra Sweets and Jasmine Bray, the apples of their fathers' eyes.

So first up is Wendell and Jasmine. In this Jasmine is four and she, like the majority of the girls in this story (Allie is the only one who doesn't), has older siblings and she is the baby of the Bray bunch.

Summer has come and passed.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up when September ends.

2034

Jasmine Olivia Bray was four years old and in Pre-Kindergarten. She was also Wendell Bray's youngest daughter, and while they were close, Jasmine was very attached to her mother. It didn't stop Wendell from being protective of her and her sister. She was very gentle and quiet little girl who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Recently she had just been discharged from hospital for severe pneumonia. No one knew how she had caught it but while she was playing outside, she collapsed due to her right lung collasping and had spent about six weeks in hospital due to her having reoccurring high fevers and breathing difficulties.

Even though Jasmine had insisted on going outside, Wendell, had felt guilty because he was a little cavalier prior to her going outside because she had been ill with flu but she seemed fine up until she collapsed.

Despite being discharged, Jasmine had been extremely lethargic and had barely moved out of bed or eaten. Wendell was becoming increasingly worried due to her fragile health. He had expected the exhaustion but not the decrease in appetite.

"Hey Jas." He said one afternoon gently shaking her awake. Jasmine had her strawberry-blonde hair tied back with hair bobbles, her blue pyjama covered arms wrapped around a ladybug teddy that she had since she was a baby. Her eyes fluttered open before she turned onto her back to face her father. "You feel any better?"

"No." Jasmine replied quietly. "Where's Mommy?"

"She had to get some food from the shops. Do you want anything to eat?"

"No thank you."

"Come on Jasmine you have to eat something."

"I'm not hungry." She said in a tone that surprised Wendell. Usually Jasmine wouldn't say boo to a goose but that almost was a way of telling Wendell to go away.

"I know you are sick but you don't take that tone with me Jasmine." He said launching into his stricter father side. Usually he had to use it on his eldest daughter Molly but Molly was a teenager and teenage girls were hard but never on Jasmine. Jasmine was the quieter of the sisters and rarely caused a fuss - a stark contrast from her birth.

"I'm sorry." Jasmine said pulling her blue duvet up. "I just don't want something to eat."

"I got that sweetheart but you have to eat for you to get better again."

"It makes me sick."

"As in throw up sick?"

"Yes."

"Maybe try something like some grapes. The vitamins will do you some good."

"No."

"Jas if this continues we might have to take you back to the hospital."

"No, I don't like the hospital." She said becoming alarmed. She hadn't had the easiest time in hospital. There were loud noises, needles and television all of which she hated. Her mother wasn't a big fan of the television either.

Wendell really didn't want to admit her again. She had that many wires and tubes sticking out of her she looked like a science experiment. But the thing that broke his heart the most was what Jasmine said when she woke up from the three day coma she had following her admission.

"I'm sorry I cannot kick a ball."

Those seven words just ripped into him. Jasmine didn't care she had been hooked up to machines and IVs. She only cared that she was unable to kick a ball. She had tried so hard to become more sociable at Pre-Kindergarten that she had practiced kicking a ball around. She might not have lived to see Kindergarten.

"I know you don't. Ok, I'll bargain with you. You need to have fluids and a lot of them."

"Ok." Jasmine said weakly. "Can you stay with me?"

"Yeah sure." Wendell said moving up to the pillow beside Jasmine and let her lie on his chest. "I love you Jasmine."

"I love you too Daddy." Jasmine said clutching her fist on her stuffed ladybug. "Am I going to die, like Grandpa?"

"I won't let you. I promise you." He said giving her a cuddle. "You tired?"

"Yeah." Jasmine said quietly.

"Ok, just get some sleep Jas." Wendell whispered to his daughter while stroking her hair.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Of course I will."

"Will Mommy?"

"Yeah." He said as he watched her fall asleep. He watched her sleep and breathe, before lifting his head and saw his wife standing by the door.

"Is she okay?" She asked.

"I think she'll be fine. We'll just have to stay with her."