A/N: Well, here it is, the chapter you've all been waiting for - I think. Turns out that it was harder to write than I thought it would be. I've written and re-written this like at least five times now. This is the version that I've finally decided to go with. Hope that it meets with your approval. And if it doesn't please don't come after me :)

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Winter Song

"Parker! Stay where you are!" Ange called out to him panic stricken. He ignored her and headed straight for the lake.

"We have to stop him!" Angela ordered. Wendell sped up, but Parker had already made it to the lake. He was about half of the way across before they all heard a noise that stopped them all in their tracks. There was a deep groaning sound, almost like it was coming from the belly of a huge beast.

"Jack, get Booth, Brennan, and Rebecca out here," she commanded. "Tell them that Parker needs them."

Without another word, Hodgins ran back to the cabin as fast as he could.

"I'm going to go find some rope or something." said Wendell before running after Jack.

"Parker sweetie," she called out to the boy, now stock still on the lake. "Parker, listen to me - you've got to slowly try and make your way back to the bank, okay?"

"Angela, I'm scared." he called back shakily.

"I know sweetie," replied Ange, her heart going out to him. "Your dad, Brennan and your mom are on the way. You're going to be fine, alright? As slowly as you can, just slide, little by little back to the shore."

Parker began to do as he was told. He managed to inch a little towards the bank when he started to hear a cracking sound from underneath him.

"Ange!" he screamed.

"It's okay Parker, I'm right here," she reassured him. She desperately wanted to go run over to him, but a voice that sounded very much like her best friend told her that if Parker's weight could threaten the stability of the ice surface, then Ange venturing on to the ice would endanger them both. "Just don't move sweetie, help is on the way."

"I want my dad." he cried out. He was scared, and even from where Ange was standing, she could see him shivering without his coat on.

"He's coming Parker," she reassured him. "Just hold on, okay?"

"Parker!" Rebecca shrieked, running towards him recklessly. Ange managed to grab her before she reached the banks, holding on to her to prevent her from making onto the frozen lake.

"Let go of me!" Rebecca bellowed, her voice sounding strangely tinny as she tried to fight Angela off.

"You can't go out there," hissed Angela, trying to get control of Rebecca. "The ice is too thin. You go out there, both of you will fall in. The best chance Parker has is to let Brennan and Booth take care of him."

"How could you let this happen?" Rebecca snarled, lashing out at Angela. "What were you thinking Angela? How the hell could you let him run out on to the lake like that? He doesn't even have a coat on! My little boy is out in the middle of a lake that could crack open at any minute and he could fall in. Why the hell didn't you stop him? How irresponsible can one person be?"

"Are you serious?" Ange retorted, gritting her teeth and using every ounce of willpower she had not to knock Rebecca out. "You're trying to blame me for this? If there's anyone to blame lady - it's you."

"How dare you-" Rebecca growled, glaring at Angela before Ange interrupted her rant.

"How dare I?" started Ange, getting ready to give it to Rebecca with both barrels. "How dare you! You're the reason why Parker ran out here. He took off because he didn't want to hear you guys fighting anymore. He also sure as hell didn't like the idea of you dragging him to Seattle - far away from practically everyone he loves and who loves him. If you didn't pick a fight with Brennan and Booth and threaten to take Parker away, then he wouldn't be out on that lake. What was the fight even about anyway? The fact that he doesn't mind doing his chores? Holy crap, most mothers would faint in joy over their kid expressly telling them that they didn't mind helping out, but you? I expected your head to do a one eighty and for you to start projectile vomiting pea soup all over the place, all because they're trying to teach Parker some good habits and responsibility. It's not as if Brennan was being mean or unreasonable, and Parker was being pouty or crying about having to do it. He told you that he didn't mind, and when he called you out on acting strangely you freaked out on him and Brennan. What's worse is that you thought you could take your frustration at being jealous of how close Brennan and Parker have gotten out on Booth."

"I don't have to listen to this!" snapped Rebecca, once more attempting to get away from Angela, but Ange wasn't done with her yet.

"Oh yeah you do," replied Ange, taking a more firm hold of Rebecca. "You're going to listen to me because it's about time that someone told you all of this. For some reason you seem to keep forgetting that Parker isn't just your son, he's Booth's too. And for years he's had to deal with only seeing Parker when you let him. Since you started getting serious about Brent, he's seen less and less of his son. I get that you're trying to build a family with Brent, but Booth is Parker's father. I've seen the way he and Parker are together and Booth is an amazing dad, and you treat him as though he should be happy with any time that he gets with Parker. On top of that, Brent gets a promotion and you just decide to pack Parker up and move him? How can you not see how selfish you're being?"

"I am Parker's mother!" Rebecca reminded her. "He belongs with me! And for your information I've spent the last nine years doing what's best for my son and I will continue to act with his best interests in mind."

"Oh really?" Ange paused, turning Rebecca around to face what was happening on the lake. "Well, allow me to update you on what was happening while we've been standing here arguing. Jack and Wendell have managed to find some rope. One length Brennan is tying around her, securing around her upper chest for maneuverability and control. If she tied it around her waist, and she ends up falling in, if they pull on the rope there's a chance she could flip upside down, or if they pull too hard she could hurt her back. Zack has probably calculated the estimated thickness of the ice to within a few inches. He's now telling her how far she can go before her weight could destabilize the ice and she would fall in. Sweets is talking to him, calming him down and probably assessing his emotional state at the same time. Someone probably told Parker to lie flat on the ice so that his weight is more equally distributed, and he stands a lesser risk of falling into the ice. The ski pole that Jack is handing her is probably to help her reach Parker. Cam is ready with her med kit in case anything happens, and Max is standing by with a blanket. All of this happened while you were arguing with me."

"You wouldn't let me go." Rebecca protested weakly.

"Well, I took it upon myself to distract you so that you wouldn't get in their way," admitted Angela. "If part of you didn't realize that what I was saying was true, then you would have made it past me. Don't get in their way Rebecca, let them take care of Parker."

Rebecca stopped fighting and stood by Angela as they watched Brennan crawl across the ice towards Parker, using the spikes at the end of the ski poles to move forward. Zack yelled for her when she reached the point where going further would compromise her safety. She struggled against the rope as she stretched as far as she could, holding on to one end of the ski pole while extending the part with the straps to Parker. She encouraged Parker to slip his hand through the strap. Shivering, the strap seemed to elude Parker's grasp. He started to cry when Brennan again pulled on the rope, gaining precious inches. Once Parker was able to slip his hand through, Brennan used the ski pole to pull him towards her. When Parker was finally in her arms, Booth, Jack, and Wendell pulled the both of them to safety.

Just as Rebecca and Angela breathed a sigh of relief, Max threw a blanket over Parker and took him from Brennan while Booth helped her up and Zack got the rope off of her. Booth took Parker from Max and carried him in his arms back to the cabin, holding the blanket open just enough so that Cam could take a look at him. Rebecca and Angela quickly follow them as the group proceeded to the bathroom door, where only Cam and Booth went in.

A few minutes later, Booth emerged, telling the awaiting group that Cam has Parker in a lukewarm bath and that she's examining him.

"Is he going to be okay?" asked a worried Brennan.

"Parker is going to be fine," Booth smiled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "Thanks to you. You were amazing out there."

"We all helped Booth," Brennan reminded him. "We all had a part in ensuring Parker's safety."

She turned to the others, gave them a heartfelt smile and thanked them for everything that they did for Parker. They all agreed that there was no thanks needed, and that they'd do anything for Parker. They waited for a few more minutes before Cam opened the door and greeted everyone with a huge smile on her face.

"Parker's fine," she announced to everyone's relief. "There are no indications that he's suffering from exposure or hypothermia or frostbite. Even though he wasn't wearing a coat, he wasn't out there for long, and he was dressed in multiple layers and he didn't go through the ice. He's just in there changing."

Sure enough, as soon as Cam told them that Parker would be out soon, the boy in question opened the door. Clad in his light grey Junior FBI agent sweatpants and his matching Junior Squint Sweatshirt. He was soon enveloped in hugs, and when the excitement died down a little, he turned to the group he said

"I'm hungry, can we have dinner now?"