A/N: Just a little something I threw together. I don't really read Bones fanfiction, so if this idea was already done, I wasn't trying to copy or take the idea. Sweets treating B&B like parents is just adorable to me.

Beauty in the Breakdown

Lance knew he wasn't thinking rationally about the situation. But that didn't seem to stop the thoughts buzzing through his head to quiet themselves in the least. It wasn't as if the people who he had come to accept as friends—family, even, were going to up and leave; but with everyone at the Jeffersonian starting their own families, what was going to happen to him?

Gentle notes reverberated from the piano, just close enough together to be considered a song. Lance sat at the bench and let his fingers pluck the keys at will while his mind wandered.

As a therapist, he firmly believed that music was one of the best medicines available if proscribed correctly. As a pianist, he knew how much emotion could be poured into a single line—a single note. It was his one constant source of comfort throughout the years.

He closed his eyes, trying to find some sort of solace in the music now.

This was a completely different situation than the ones he'd faced before. They were not going to be taken away by force—death or otherwise. They were not simply going to walk out on him.

Angela and Hodgins were suited perfectly, of that he had no doubt. They were two of his favorite people, in fact. And both of them had hearts big enough to accept anything, to overcome anything together. Their relationship was stable. A constant.

Brennan and Booth, on the other hand... with the news of the impending baby the couple had quickly moved past denial and into a functioning relationship. From what he'd heard from Booth, the couple was already looking for a house together. It was too sudden, even after all the years they had spent dancing around each other. Lance was concerned that at the rate things were going, everything was bound to blow up in their faces.

And he couldn't stand to lose them if that was the case.

As things were now, he was already being pushed from Booth's schedule to make room for the baby.

It had been his intention to show Booth that he could still be useful, still be needed, by getting licensed to carry a gun. And his plan had worked, for a little while. Booth had been so pleased, clapping him on the back and taking him out for a round of drinks on him when he'd been certified. The little mishap involving the ricocheting bullet had actually helped him in the long run. Booth had spent the next week and a half checking in daily on him.

It had made Lance feel almost wanted. Which was ridiculous, because he knew that he was wanted. It was just this damn jealousy over Brennan's baby that was making him think irrationally. He had no reason to feel that his position was being replaced, or that the rest of the team didn't need him around any longer. He knew he was still useful to them.

The only thing he had to do was convince himself of the facts.

Lance clenched his eyes shut, clearing his mind of everything but the music reverberating through his heart, mind, and soul.