I am officially determined to now post once a day for the next week as long as I can write quick enough! Anyway, again thank you for all the comments, and this one is set after the closing credits of The Lance to the Heart. -Megan :) x

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3. Funeral

She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest as they stared out over DC.

"I know it is an irrational thought but I feel like Sweets is here with us." She murmured quietly.

"It's not irrational, Bones. Sweets is always going to be with us, maybe not physically, but he will always have a special place in our lives."

"I think I'm in denial." She muttered, "Everywhere I look, in our house, at the Hoover, the lab, it reminds me of him, and I keep expecting him to be standing there beside me, beside us, and he's not, Booth. I still don't believe that he's actually gone, that when we go to a crime scene he'll be standing there waiting. — I miss him, Booth. He's only been gone a few days and I miss him and it's irrational because Daisy has lost the love of her life, and—"

She broke then, crying softly as he turned her in his arms, hugging her tightly against him.

"Bones, it is not at all irrational to miss, Sweets. We worked with him on a regular basis, saw him almost every day, hell, he lived with us at one point and he helped you move into our new house—"

"I was so horrible to him those first few years, Booth. I undermined his career, and his abilities, and—"

"None of it matters, Bones. Sweets died knowing that you love him, that we all love him because he's family, Bones. He's always gunna be Christine's Uncle Sweets, and we're gunna raise any more children we have with the knowledge of who he is and everything he did for us."

He smiled at her reassuringly, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he murmured against her ear.

"He's always going to be the baby duck, Bones."