A/N: I hadn't had a definitive, "You know you're obsessed with Bones, when..." moment until recently. Here it is: "You know you're obsessed with Bones when you visit your friend at school in Malibu and your first thought is, "Doesn't Hart Hanson live in Malibu?" Then, almost every other thought also involves Hart Hanson and his location... Yeah... O.o

Anyway, Please tell me what you think of the chapter; I hope it's okay! =]

Age 4:

Michael's sister had been watching Sweets for the evening, while Michael went out for "sports night with the guys". Lilly had a good idea that sports night, was more like, "get drunk" night and she knew that her brother drank more than his buds, who were slowly disappearing from sports night, but she didn't say anything.

He was her little brother and she knew that sooner or later, she would have to talk to someone. For her brother's sake. Lance's sake.

After the four year old boy finally conked out, she did her best to pick up the toys they had played with in his room, as quietly as she could.

He didn't have much. Two toy trucks, a few action figures, some with missing limbs, a couple stuffed animals. But he didn't know that he didn't have much, so he didn't care. He was always happy when someone played with him.

Tripping on a truck and feeling a slight pain in her bare foot, Lilly tried not to cry out. Picking up the truck and moving it to the side of the room, Lilly turned a lamp, so no one else would trip, and left the room.

Making her way downstairs, Lilly got comfortable on the touch and turned on the TV. Settling on the Simpsons, she waited for her brother to return.

An hour past. Two hours. Three. Four. At four, Lilly fell asleep. Five hours passed. Six. At five AM, Michael walked in the house, tottering back and forth, his walk unstable as a toddlers.

"Hi, Willy!" He grinned.

"Hello, Michael."

"I had fun tonight!" He exclaimed, trying to pull his jacket off.

"Good for you, Michael." Lilly yawned and sat up, trying not too sound to nice or mean to her obviously drunk brother.

"You can go homes, now, Willy." Michael told Lilly.

"I'll stay, if that's okay."

"Iz snotz." Michael said. "This is my house." Michael said matter- of- facty.

"I don't want to leave you alone, when you're in this state." Lilly told her brother.

"Waz statez?!" Michael asked.

"This drunk one!"

"I'm notz drunkz!'

"You are!" Lilly insisted.

"No!" Michael protested, his voice sounding like a child's.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!" Michael boomed, suddenly spotting the cattle whip hung up on a nail posted into the wall, behind him.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'M SNOTS!!" Michael reached behind him and found the whip with his hand.

"I think I'm going to go now..." Lilly backed up towards the front door.

"Yez, you arez-z-z."

Following Lilly's departure, Michael stumbled up the stairs, to go to bed. He didn't remember that the whip was in his hand. It wasn't the first thing on his mind.

He opened the door to check on his son- it was a habit- muscle memory- walking into the room, he slipped on one of Lance's trucks. The whip flew from his hand. Composing himself, he found himself reaching for the whip, and making his way over to the startled child he woke- whip in hand.

Chapter Fin.