A/N This is a home for one-shots maybe some two-shots, whenever my muse decides to join my side. Apparently, my muse doesn't like me and practically abandoned me. So what you can expect here, WHO KNOWS?! No one does. This 'folder' will include anything and hopefully, everyone happens eventually. Hodgins, Angela, Booth, Brennan, Cam, Sweets, Wendell, Fisher, Arastoo, Michael Vincent, Christine, Finn, Michelle, Clark, maybe even Goodman and Vincent Nigel-Murray at some point. You never know when it comes back to my muse. I will highlight at the beginning of every chapter who the MAIN character(s) is/are, so if you at that moment don't feel like reading a story including that person, you can skip it. How nice of me, no?

-DETENTION-

This story kind of got to me while kind of daydreaming about my own crush, oops. He's a few years older than I am, so I kind of related it to our own B&B. This is so AU, another small high-school fic. In this, Seeley Booth is about 2 years older than Temperance Brennan, but she's still in the system like described in the series. Okay, I guess that's enough info for now.. ENJOY READING!

MAIN CHARACTERS: S. BOOTH AND T. BRENNAN

Disclaimer: sadly I don't own this show called Bones.. I would stop adding new weird main characters like that new squintern coming, yuck. I would just leave it like the amazing Bones we know.

There she was, the 16-year old Temperance Brennan, waiting in the hallway for her biology teacher to come and get her to sit out her detention. The teacher had for some reason not chosen to make her sit in a boring classroom being bored, but decided to have her sit in a senior biology class. And why? Because she was new, and to his opinion tried to be a smart-ass. But of course, she had to make it worse by adding she knew she was highly intelligent, but it had nothing to do with her ass. Apparently, the teachers at Central High did not like it when a student was able to quote the whole book.

'Temperance?' the teacher, Mr. Levi, came out of the classroom. 'I know this is kind of odd, but just behave, okay? No more comments?' He watched as Tempe slowly nodded. 'Okay, you can come in now.'

The young girl followed her teacher into the classroom, and waited next to the skeleton currently positioned next to his desk. Examining it closely, she noticed the pubis had been colored on, and it made her chuckle. To her, it seemed like every single student sitting in front of her was staring, but they probably were. There are rumors, and she has heard them. 'You heard about the quiet, strange girl? What's her name again? Well she's wearing long sleeves again, during summer! Seriously though, what is wrong with her?' Those rumors were not even the worst.

'Okay class, this is Temperance.' The teacher positioned himself next to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. It hurt her, but she did not even wince. 'She is 2 years younger than most of you, so be nice. She's here because she decided to be a smart-ass,' Temperance wanted to interrupt him to again notify it had nothing to do with her buttocks, but decided against it. 'so I am positive she will not need any help in understanding the subject.' He smiled at her with a little grin, happy with his punishment. 'Okay, now, Seeley?' A young, extremely muscular man looked up from his desk. 'If you can please clear out the spot next to you, Temperance will be able to sit there. I'm confident you'll behave? She's still young, Seeley.' The guy smirked at the appearance of the girl, and Seeley mumbled what sounded like 'sure'.

'Hi, I'm Seeley Booth, but call me Seeley. I guess we will be spending this class together.' Sitting down at the now clear spot, Temperance Brennan was taken aback by his words, no guy ever spoke to her. Especially not a popular, older one like the guy in front of her. 'Eh, Temperance Brennan.' She extended her arm to shake his hand, followed in an awkward motion of both of them. 'But please, call me Brennan. Most people do.' She turned towards the table, and opened the book handed to her earlier.

'So, eh, Seeley? What subject are you currently discussing?' Her question never got to him, his mind was somewhere else. The hair. The posture. Those legs. And her eyes. She is so beautiful. 'SEELEY.' She repeated his name a few times before he registered someone had called for him. 'Huh, yeah?' He turned towards her, immediately caught up in her grey-blue orbs. 'What subject are you currently discussing?' she looked at him more carefully now, he hadn't been too responsive and she was checking him for signs of muscle failure, just in case. 'Uh, bones. Skeleton. I don't know.'

'Seeley? Do you recall the name of this bone?' the teacher stood next to the skeleton, pointing at the knee. 'Uh.. Sorry sir, did we discuss this?' Seeley Booth would always try to find his way out of trouble, knowing he should have at least looked over the information. Temperance Brennan, though, raised her hand enthusiastically. 'Yes, Temperance?' The teacher looked at her quizzically, though not anyhow surprised by her knowledge. 'You are indicating the patella, sir. The patella is connected to the femur, fibula and tibia through mostly muscle tissue.' 'Very well, Temperance. Now, class..' the teacher moved to the other side of the classroom, to investigate the knowledge of the other students.

'What the hell? How did you know that all? You're only, what, sixteen?' Booth whispered to her. 'One day I'll be a much respected anthropologist, Booth.'

'A what?'

'Anthropologist.' She started to become annoyed by the, fairly handsome, guy.

'Still doesn't make anything clear, sorry.' He chuckled at her annoyance, it was 'kind of cute'.

'Anthropologist. Works with bones. You can tell a lot from just looking at the skeletal remains, you know.'

'So you're Bones?' the nickname was born.

'I am not bones. Well, of course my own skeleton also contains 206 bones but that does not make my entire form bone.' The jock irritated her already, and the lesson had only just started.

'But you work with bones, so you're Bones to me.' He smirked and turned to his textbook.

'Do not call me Bones.' She turned away to read her book, noticing there were slight inaccuracies to the drawings of cells.

A little while later, Booth turned back to Brennan. 'So this,' he poked her arm, 'is a humerus.'

'Booth!' this time the pain did make her wince, 'I do definitely not find that humorous.'

'Are you okay?' she forced out a smile, enough for him to forget about it. 'But you don't find me poking your humerus, humorous?' he laughed at her oblivion, when she looked at him strangely.

'I don't know what that means. But I'd like to focus on Mr. Levi now, instead of you.' She gave him a last smile, and looked at her teacher.

'BONES!' Booth ran through the hallway, towards the girl standing next to her open locker.

'Hey Bones.' He offered her his charm smile as he stood next to her.

'I remember telling you not to call me Bones. But it seems like you have got a fairly short memory. I am sorry for that, Seeley.'

'Seeley? This is how you take revenge on me?' the jock started to laugh, causing people around them to look at him, wondering why on earth he was talking to the strange girl.

'Leave me alone, Booth. Go to your girlfriend or something.' She closed her locker and started to head for the exit.

'I don't have a girlfriend, for your information.' He said as her jogged up to her.

'Well then go find yourself one somewhere. What about another cheerleader?' she had heard the rumors about him and Hannah Burley, something about a pregnancy scare.

'I don't want a cheerleader. I want someone else.' He now stood in front of her, blocking her way.

'Booth go away. I need to go..' she swallowed. '..home.'

'Want me to give you a ride?' she still made him laugh, though for some reason not nervous. Something about her was special.

'I don't need you Booth. I will get there by myself. Now, if you could please step aside?'

He watched as she walked away, no car to be seen to come and get her, not joining the line of students waiting for the school bus. Would he ever get to talk to this mystery girl again?

4 days later

Seeley Booth walked up to his friends, noticing them all being quiet, and strangely looking up to him as he said his 'hey'. 'What?' the football players were now surprised at his oblivion, one would expect him to know. One of the guys, Tim, handed Booth a school paper, front page covered with just one article.

GIRL DIES AFTER PUNISHMENT

Last Monday, Temperance Brennan (16) left school late after being in detention. The girl, new here after moving due to being adopted, had been abused before, and her foster father punished her for being late. Students have seen her talk to Seeley Booth on Monday, and a note was found in her bag. This note was a letter directed to Booth, which he will be able to pick up from Mr. Levi. We will all remember this spectacularly intelligent girl, who barely anyone got to know in the week she was at our school. R.I.P. Temperance, you will be missed.

Tears started to form in Booth's eyes, as he realized he would never get to know the girl who had continued to appear his dreams through the week. He ran away, towards Mr. Levi's classroom.

'Mr. Levi?' Booth ran into the classroom, nearly tripping over the skeleton.

'Seeley. I am sorry for your loss.' Mr. Levi handed him the note.

Booth,

I am in pain. I was too when I first saw you. I was too when you poked my arm. My bruises cause me a lot of pain. But I wished it hadn't gotten this far. You were one of the first to talk to me, be nice to me and not treat me like some freak. I want to thank you for that Booth. My foster father abused me, and apparently liked to hurt me. He kicked me, and I think I've broken a few ribs. Today, Monday, was one of the best days in the last few months. Thank you for that Booth. I will remember you. And I don't know if you will ever read this, or if I will just hide it. I don't know if I will survive. But after all this pain, I am not sure if I want to.

Love, your Bones.

'Bones…' his hands now covered his eyes, not knowing what to do. He had barely known this girl, and there he was, being the only one to care for her, but not being able to protect her. Running out of the classroom, being looked after by anyone having read the paper, and jumped into his truck. 'WHY BONES?!'

A/N IF YOU HATE IT AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS *claps hands* Okay, I don't know what got into me when writing this. Somehow I got stalled and wrote she died, sorry. I guess that's kind of what I wish sometimes. Just let me know what you think, okay? More one-shots to follow -

Love, your Hodginator.