AN: Hey guys! So after a short hiatus, I'm back! Sorry that it's was such a long time. Flashback time! Get ready...

I stood stunned in the doorway, staring at Booth who stood unmoving, in the hallway. I watched him in the dim light of the hallway. I watched and waited for him to move. But he didn't. He just stood there, as the water droplets slowly dripped down his features. There was snow on top of his head, slowly melting and forming into slush. Realizing I was staring, and that it was fairly obvious that I was staring, I quickly moved to get a towel. Booth took a step in, and the silence was breached by him first.

"We need to speak. We really, really need to speak."

"Why? What is going on? There is a blizzard going on out there, you really shouldn't be driving. Also, there is an increased chance of car crashes during blizzards at night in comparison to blizzards during the day. Visibility is limited. You really shouldn't have driven over."

"Well that's interesting Bones but I didn't drive. I walked."

"What!? What were you-"

"I didn't think Bones I just walked the only place that I knew to go."

"Booth, you live across town! You have to be more careful than that!" I scolded while trying to dry him off with the white towel. I had to stand on my tip-toes to reach his head.

"You are a mess. Hold on, I'm going to get you a change of clothes."

In my closet, I kept a few of Booth's suits, normal clothes, and shoes for when we used to pull all night paperwork sessions. I hadn't had to pull them out for some time now.

Booth who had followed me to bedroom door, stopped, not willing to enter it for some reason.

"You kept those clothes all this time Bones?"

"Of course. Why would I throw them away?" I reasoned, not looking up at him. I pulled a Philadelphia Flyers t-shirt, boxers, jeans, and a pair of socks out of the closet, turning to hand them to him, but he was no longer in the doorway. Confused, I walked out to the living room and caught him looking at my wall of pictures. Many of them had him in them, but the majority of them had pictures of Russ, my father, and me. They were more recent than the rest. I also had pictures of the Christmas when I got the conjugal trailer for my father and Russ.

Three years ago...

I'd invited Booth in over the phone, and with a flash of his badge, he and Parker stepped in.

"Booth! Is this your son? I've heard a lot about him from Tempe," my father said.

"Hi Mr. Brennan! I'm Parker! Merry Christmas! Do you like the color orange? You must really like it to be wearing only orange." Parker exclaimed.

"Ha! You can call me Max, kid. And yes, I do, to your orange question. Though, orange is the only color I ever wear these days. "

Parker's nose wrinkles in confusion, but he doesn't ask why Max only wears orange. Instead, he says, "Okay Max. Nice to meet you." Parker's small hand extends out for a handshake, and Max accepts, pretending that he is hurt from his strong grip. Parker ends up explaining the importance of a firm handshake, ending his explanation with an "amphropoplogically speaking." I chuckle at his mistake and correct him. Max looks up at Booth and winks and nods his head at me.

"Your quite smart. I was a teacher once. You would have been at the top of my class. I taught science. Do you like science?"

"Only when Dr. Bones teaches me stuff. But I hate my science teacher. He's mean and we never get to blow up things."

"Parker, what did I tell you about use the word hate?"

"Sorry Dad. I don't hate him. I just don't like him."

"Tell you what, one day, I'll teach you how to make a bottle of soda explode! What do you think about that?"

"Cool! Dad, can I please, please, please, please, pleeeeaaassee explode soda with Max?"

Booth looked towards me. Parker doesn't realize that Max is in jail, and that he might never get out.

"We'll see Parker. Hey, you see those girls over there," Booth points out, "They are Max's grandchildren. I bet if you went over there, they'd have some awesome games to play."

"Cool! Thanks Dad! Nice to meet you Max. Merry Christmas Dr. Bones!" Parker runs of to meet the girls, and immediately, the girls laughter fills the room. Parker does have the Booth charm.

As the night went on, conversation grew, we watched the girls open some small presents, and I'd handed my gift to Booth. He opened the package carefully, pulling out a box. He opened the box only to find another box. This box was much smaller in comparison to the large box I'd originally. Opening the smaller box, his eyes opened wide and his mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"Is this... Is this. A puck. From the 1975 Philadelphia Flyers Stanley Cup final? Are you joking? Holy... Oh my god. Bones you are amazing! Thank you!" He babbles, flipping the puck over and over in his hand. Suddenly, he yanks me up and hugs me, holding my arms to my sides.

"Wow okay. Somebody's happy."

"I owe you one. I do."

"Of course you don't! You gave me a Christmas gift."

Booth grins, and looks at me for a long time. This was the best Christmas in a long time. A long, long, long time.

Present day...

My most recent Christmas in comparison to the Christmas three years ago? It suffers in comparison.

"Hey Bones. I'm going to go change. But, we still need to you know... Talk?"

"Oh ya. Of course." I sit on the couch and wait for him to finish changing. It's taking forever.

AN: It's a cliffhanger. I know. I'm horrible. I would like to know what you hope to see in this, and if this should be a short fic or a longer one. You tell me. Reviewing makes me happy. Happy me writes a lot. Writing cause new chapters. New chapters causes you to be happy. I think you want to be happy. Therefore, review.