Chapter 1, To Make Him Happy

I decided to start on another story, and focus more on Booth and Bones in this one. If anyone reviews, then I will keep adding on, if anyone wants me to. Who knows? I may just update it anyways… I don't own anything "Bones", and apologize for anything that I do wrong in advance… I would never purposely take/steal ideas from anyone else. If I put any quotes/info in here, they/it will be from the show… gonna give the writers credit now… Enjoy (if you can with my horrible grammar.)! Please review!!!!!!!!

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

Brennan listened to the clock that Booth bought her recently for her office. It was similar to a cuckoo clock, but instead of a house, a skull. Every hour the clock rang, and every hour the eyes popped out of the skull. This was ridiculous of course, there would not be eyeballs in skeleton in such bad shape. They would have rotted long ago, with the flesh. Skeletons could not talk either, nor did they have batteries. When he gave her the clock, she put aside these thoughts and told him she loved it. She did, of course, she wouldn't lie to Booth. It reminded her of him.

Every time she looked at it, a small smile formed on her lips. Booth would be the one to get her a gift such as this. He usually got her childish things that were very thoughtful. She always loved them, and she always put them her bookshelves, just beside her series of books. The two material things that meant the most to her, besides her demised mother's belongings.

Just as she finished that thought, the man whom she had been thinking of walked into her office. He walked over to her couch and just plopped down. She looked at him for a moment. His happiness had been off and on for the past week. It was almost his birthday, he was going to be turning 38. Rebecca, the woman who he had a child with out of wedlock, had told him that she was taking their son Parker to Universal Studios that week. She had been looking for an open date for months, and happened to find one on the week of his birthday. She had asked him if he was okay with the situation. He said yes, putting his child's happiness before his own. He would do that, he was a great father. He looked tired, and in need of a good time.

She thought of all the things he ever said he likes to do, besides hanging out with Parker, factoring in the activities that would probably give him the largest amount of endorphins. She composed a list in her mind with those guidelines, and came out with the following results: playing hockey, skating on the ice at the local hockey arena, going undercover as random people, playing games on this thing called a Playstation (she had no idea what that was), go-karting, and repairing old automobiles.

She decided that she should get him to teach her how to repair an antique car, that is, if he was up for it. He always seemed happy when he was the teacher in a situation, not the famous "Dr. Temperance Brennan." She also concluded that this action, if done correctly, would provide him with the most satisfaction afterwards, being able to brag to everyone that he taught her how to restore a car.

She walked towards the snoring body on her couch. He really fell asleep fast. She nudged his shoulder, careful to not be too rough. He rolled to where he was facing away from the disturber of his sleep. He repeated this action every time she tried to wake him up that night. Brennan started to get fed up, so she put one hand on his back and one hand on his thigh, and rolled him onto the ground. He immediately opened his eyes, giving her a questioning look. He got off the floor, and once again settled himself on her couch.

"Geez, Bones. What the heck was that for?" He didn't look mad, just genuinely confused.

"You kept on ignoring my attempts to wake you up. I did something that I thought would work." A small smile formed on her lips, "It's your own fault. You didn't wake up. Anyway, I was thinking that we should do something this week. Just the two of us. Something you like, say, like restoring an antique automobile?"

Booth thought about that suggestion for a moment as he rubbed his head on the spot where it had hit the floor. She had never shown interest in doing this before. Why now? He discarded that thought, and figured that he should take this offer up, she would probably not offer again for a long time. He had just started on a car that past weekend, and figured that he could just teach her on that one. Since all the thoughts pointed to yes, he agreed. "Yeah, sure, you know, if you really want to." He yawned

She put one hand on his left shoulder and looked at his tired face. She looked him in the eye and told him that he needed to go home and get some sleep or his circadian rhythm would be messed up for the next few days, explaining the balance of the biochemicals in his body, and the behavioral patterns that would come along if interfered with this cycle. He looked up at her tiredly and questioningly, and muttered a few words that would shut her up.

"Okay, okay… I'll leave before you get anymore squinty on me." He stood up, stretched and yawned, said goodnight to Brennan, then walked out of the Jeffersonian. He got in his car, turned his key to start the ignition, and pulled out of the parking lot.


After Booth left, Brennan returned to her chair at her desk. She identified several more skeletons from LIMBO, finished the case work on their latest case, turned off her computer, then grabbed her things and left.

She walked to her car, thinking of a thought that popped into her head when she saw such an upset Booth in her office. She was going to throw him a birthday party. She had never done this before, so she was not entirely sure about the process of throwing a successful party. She figured she could just look it up on the internet. She would also request Angela's help. She seemed to be good at these things.

Brennan did not know of the situations that she would face throwing this party, but she knew she was going to do it. She had to. She owed it to him, she had to make him happy, no matter what. She knew this would work. She was going to throw Booth a birthday party, the best he would ever have.


Yeah… I wasn't going to write anything fluffy in the slightest bit, but what the heck, I am a fluffy person. Expect fluffiness in the upcoming chapters!

I wasn't really sure what to do in this chapter… it may be a tad bit repetitive and strange… I am not so much a writer… I'm more so a math person. I, personally, have not read any stories about her throwing him a party, so if anyone else did, I sincerely apologize and will focus the story on the automobile portion… Just tell me…

If anyone wants me to update, tell me… I will update it as soon as I can. Please tell me what you think of the story, I would be honored to receive your opinions/criticisms! If you read this, thank you!