A/N: This fic is based on something that happened last year. I babysat two of my nieces, and they found a video of Dirty Harry. So, of course I did the whole "Do you feel lucky?" thang (If you don't know what I'm talkin' about...then go watch Dirty Harry)..anyhow, my mom and I took them to the local 'duck pond', and well, my 8 year old niece did what Parker does below. I'll leave it at that and hope that you enjoy.
Oh, thanks to Goldpiece for beta. Thanks girl!
Do you feel lucky?
Seeley Booth sat on a bench and watched his son, Parker, stand at the water's edge. The young boy reached into a bag and pulled out a piece of bread. He pulled his hand behind his head and threw the bread with all his force, sending it up and out about three feet. The bread landed on the water and a duck reached over for it. Parker laughed as another duck stole it. Booth smiled at how much fun Parker was having. He loved watching his son. It was one of the simple joys in life. Booth use to think that pleasure was drinking with his buddies or enjoying time with a pretty woman, but now…now he knew what pleasure was. Pleasure – simple, true, heartwarming pleasure- was watching his son play. It was hearing his son laugh. Yes, Booth used to think that pleasure- that joy- was a mystery that had to be sought and solved, but the first time Parker had smiled up at him, he knew differently. He knew that life's great joys were free.
Parker threw another piece of bread that landed on the back of a duck. Again, the boy laughed as another duck snapped it up. Booth stood from the bench and walked over to the boy. "Look, Daddy," Parker said, pointing out to his duck fan club; eight ducks that fought for the food Parker was throwing to them.
"I see that, bud," Booth answered, squatting down. Parker smiled at his father and then went back to feeding the ducks. Booth returned to watching his son silently. He couldn't begin to explain the joy of fatherhood to somebody. He couldn't tell you what it felt like to know- without a doubt- that he would give his life for that of his son. Booth thought about all the people in his life and knew that he could only say that about two; his son and his partner. The two people he would gladly do anything for, including giving his own life. Booth smiled as Parker squealed when a duck got a little impatient and took the bread from his fingers. I love him more than I ever thought possible, he thought to himself. How do you explain a love that completely consumes you?
The bread thief moved away and Parker followed, making a 'gun' out of his left hand. Booth watched as Parker stopped, and the duck stretched up its neck and almost looked the boy in the eye. Parker lifted his hand and pointed the 'gun' at the ducks head. "Do ya feel lucky?" Parker asked. "Well do ya, duck?" Booth's laughter filled the air as he fell backward to the ground.
Well, there you have it. Hope you liked. And yes, when my neice said it, I about died laughing!
Wolfy
