Author's Note: I'm on Christmas break until the 4th so I'm going to try and update everything day/night until then.

Booth's POV

Russ had talked me into coming to this bonfire, at first I didn't want to show up in case I ran into her but now standing next to the medium sized fire I was glad that I had come. Scanning the rather large crowd that had showed up, I realize that I stood out like a sore thumb. My hair was shaved down to a buzz cut, I was rather muscular compared to most of the guys here, and I'm sure if you looked close I didn't even look 22.

"Yo, buddy. Come back to earth," Russ jokes, shaking me from my thoughts. I turn to him and force a smile. "Take this." He passes me a 26er of Captain Morgan Silver Spiced Rum, "And drink. You deserve it." I take it and look at the bottle cautiously. I scan the crowd again, my eyes landing on the platinum blonde who was falling all over some curly hair guy. I uncap the bottle and take a swig.

"Did you know she would be here?" I ask, Russ looks at me confused by my question. He followed my line of eye sight and realized what I was looking at. "Did you?" I ask again, I turn my head and narrow my eyes at him.

"No, no I didn't. I heard she was down in Kansas with her mom," He finally admits. I nod my head, accepting his explanation and take another swig of the vanilla tasting liquor. "Just don't talk to her" He advises and I had to agree with him. Talking to her would probably be the worse possible thing I could do. I would probably get mad and then she'll get mad, and it'll just turn into a pissing match.

"Rebecca was never worth it." I mutter, I look over at the older guy who was guarding me as if I were going to crack and go into a panic attack. "You can go and talk to people. I'll be fine. I'm going to go talk to some people." He nods his head before heading for the bottle blonde who was talking to...wait...talking to my brother? What was my brother doing here? I start to walk over towards him but my eyes catch sight of a girl sitting on the bench alone.

I slowly approach the blonde, I stood behind the bench for a moment. "What's a pretty little thing like you sitting around here all alone?" I ask, her head turns to find the mysterious voice that was talking to her. "Seeley Booth," I tell her, walking to the other side of the bench and taking a seat next to her.

"Hannah," She smiles at me, bringing her drink to her lips before speaking again. "I've heard about you. You're Jarod's older brother, the guy who went off to war, right?" She was captivating, something I always found in beautiful blonde.

"Yeah that's me. Explain to me, when did I become 'Jarod's brother'. It's always been 'Booth's brother.' " Asking this must have sounded egotistical but I was curious. What was my brother doing, to make everyone know his name? "That's if you can tell me."

"Jarod is a show off. He's one of the only High School seniors that actually hangs around with us," She tells me. I nod my head, taking note of the very few younger ones. "After I get my journalist degree I'm headed over to Afghanistan. I'm shadowing a war correspondent that's planning on retiring in a few years, apparently she hand picked my resume."

"I hope you find what you're looking for over there." I felt bad for this girl, she was headed into a war zone in which she knew nothing about. I took another taste of the drink that I had in my hands. "I bet you have a boyfriend, huh?" I ask, just my luck this beauty would.

"Why do you ask?" She asks, her voice suddenly low as if she were trying to seduce me. "The same reason any other guy would want to know when asking you." I whisper, a charming smile on my face. I knew this was probably a bad way to go but looking at her, I could careless about my morals and beliefs.

Brennan's POV.

Jarod, Angela, and I pull up to the party and walk around back. The sight of the many people made me second think my decision on coming around here. It was when I realized I was clenching my Vodka bottle in my hand as if it were my lifeline, I chose not to care.

Jarod quickly broke away from us, my eyes followed him until he was in a circle with a bunch of bottle blondes and guys who thought they ran the world. "You might want to keep an eye on him," I whisper, her eyes followed to where I was looking. The sad look on my face nearly broke me. We both knew that Jarod wasn't one of the good guys, but we like to pretend that it was only her whenever we weren't at one of these party's.

"Tonight doesn't matter," Angela whispers, she pulls the book bag that she had on her back off and opens it. She takes out a Bacardi breezer and a bottle opener. "I won't remember it in the morning anyway," She puts a fake smile upon her face before walking further into the crowd.

My eyes scan the crowd, making sure that I was far enough away from my brother so that he didn't know that I was here. When I saw him, I broke the cap on my 26er and poured a few ounces out so I could get a little of a coke can in the bottle. The coke that I mixed was very little but enough so that I wasn't drinking it raw. I take a taste and cringe at the bitter liquid.

I walk over to a group of people and quickly recognize one of the girls. "Hey, Rebecca," I say, she quickly looks towards me and smiles. We exchange a quick hug before she looked me over. "It's been what? A year since I last saw you, how's Parker?" I ask, her smile widening at the mention of her son.

"My have you grown," She comments before answering my question. "Parker is fantastic. He's starting to talk now and everything." I could tell that her son was her pride and joy. He's a good kid as far as I could tell, but then again he's only fifteen months old. "Tell me Temperance, what brings you to a college party?" She asks.

"My brother and the fact it gives me a place to drink this," I say, showing her my bottle of vodka. She smiles knowing very well my intentions for the night. I watch as her eyes shift to the fire.

"You remember Seeley, right?" She asks, I nod my head even though I knew she couldn't see me. "Do you think I did the right thing? Lying about having the abortion? I mean, he was just going off to Afgahi, he didn't need to have the obligation of a child. Right?"

"I think...you did what you think was right. My opinion right now doesn't matter, what matters now is that you tell him. He deserves to know he has a son. Oh and if you tell him tonight, do not mention my name. He doesn't need to know I'm here," I say, I take a swig of my drink. Thankfully I didn't cringe at the taste again. My eyes fall on Seeley, the guy that my friend has a child with. I practically analyze his face, until Rebecca's chuckle breaks me from my thoughts.

"Did you ever tell him about that crush of yours?" She asks, I shake my head. "Why? And don't say it's because you were scared. You Temperance Brennan haven't been scared of anything but snakes since I knew you."

"He's Russ' best friend, and he's five years older than me." Yes, she may have had a child with this man but she always knew that I had a crush on him. She regretted the night she hooked up with him knowing very well it would probably hurt me, but I could careless. She got a beautiful baby boy out of it.

"Don't act like Russ' little sister tonight. Isn't that always what you wanted? Not to be known as Russ Brennan's little sister?" She had a point. I hated being know as his little sister even though it kept me from being bullied. "Go for it, Russ never has to know."

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