Bones

"Bone of my Bone"

Summary: When past and present collide…interesting things start to happen.

Author's Note: Set in season five—so Parker is nine. Also, I'm not sure if Rebecca is married to somebody or not, but for the purpose of this story let's say she's not. Okay?

Warning: This story will contain spanking—though I don't know when...

Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Bryan and Hunter. Bones, Booth, and the Squints belong to Kathy Reichs and Hanson Hart.

Chapter 9: The Unimportant All Important Ceremony

Sunlight poured onto Bones' face, causing her to stir.

Opening her eyes, she smiled as she felt somebody beside her.

But then she frowned because the person she felt was on the wrong side of her.

Glancing down, she found a mop of light brown hair and the eight year old boy it was attached to snuggled up to her.

"We picked up a couple of hitch-hikers last night," Booth's voice whispered softly from her other side.

She turned her head towards him, finding him smiling at her.

She saw that a mop of blonde hair--attached to a nine year old boy--was snuggled against him.

"When?" she asked, remembering to keep her voice down so as not to wake the kids.

Booth shrugged. "Not really sure," he said. "I was sleeping too nicely."

Bones smiled. "I wonder why that is," she said, coyly.

"Me, too," Booth said, leaning over and kissing her quietly.

When they parted, something caught her eye and she glanced at the sparklingly sapphire ring on her left hand.

"Not having second thoughts, are you?" Booth asked her, slightly worried.

"About marrying you or about marrying you today?" she asked him, curiously.

"Both," he said, wide-eyed.

Bones smiled. He looked like such a little boy when he did that.

"No and no," she told him, "but we do need to make some plans, I guess. We'll have to tell Dad and Cynthia—and the boys, of course."

Booth nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I'll call the courthouse."

She nodded, and then glanced at the sleeping boys. "How do we get up?" she asked, curiously.

Booth chuckled. "Watch and learn, Bones," he told her, smirking.

Ever so slightly, he crawled over Parker—pulling the covers around his son as he got out of bed.

Bones smiled. "You've done this before," she said, knowingly.

"Uh huh," Booth said, smirking. "Now, its your turn."

Bones attempted to copy his movements, but the moment she shifted away Hunter snuggled even closer to her.

She looked at Booth, helplessly.

He just smiled. "Stay put," he told her, gently.

"What are—?" she started to ask, as he came around the bed to the other side.

Before she could protest, he had leaned down and put one arm under her legs and one around her shoulders.

He then seemingly effortlessly lifted her out of the bed without disturbing her son.

"Impressive," Bones admitted, kissing him.

"Thank you," Booth said, kissing her back.

"You know you can put me down now," she told him. "You could put your back out again."

"Yeah, but I like kinda like holding you like this," he told her, smirking.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Put me down," she informed him. "I have to pee."

He quickly set her on her own two feet.

She smirked and he knew he'd been played.

"Not fair," he told her, mock scowling.

She shrugged. "I can't help it you have a phobia against bodily fluids," she told him.

"Only certain bodily fluids," he reminded her, chuckling. "If I remember correctly, we did a lot of exchanging bodily fluids last night."

He started nuzzling her neck.

"Booth," she hissed at him, "the boys!"

"They're asleep, Temperance," he told her, "and besides—they're gonna have to learn sometime."

"But not now," she told him, slapping his chest and stepping away from him.

He smirked. "How about we hop in the shower?"

"You mean together?" she asked him, curiously.

"No, with your dad," he told her, rolling his eyes at her. "Of course together!"

She smiled. "I'm not averse to the idea…"

"Good," Booth said, sexily, "'cuz I'm definitely not averse to it."

She grinned. "How about you go check on Dad and Cynthia," she suggested, "while I pee."

She headed into the bathroom and closed the door.

Booth sighed. "I'd much rather get in the shower with you," he muttered, but headed out to the living room, anyway.

Max wasn't on the couch and the smell of something cooking was wafting from the kitchen so that is where he headed.

He found Bones' dad and Cynthia preparing breakfast.

"Good morning," he greeted them.

"Morning, Booth," Max said, smirking. "Sleep well?"

"Very well," Booth told his soon to be father-in-law.

"I'm guessing you and Tempe worked things out?" the former con man asked.

"You could say that," Booth said, smirking. "Something sure smells good in here."

"I've always been an early riser," Cynthia explained. "And I love to cook. I hope you don't mind."

"Hell no," Booth said, chuckling. "I haven't had a good home cooked breakfast in…well, I can't remember how long."

"Then," she said, smiling. "You're in for a treat, I guess."

"Great," Booth said, happily.

"What's great?" Bones asked, coming into the kitchen. "Morning, Dad, Cynthia."

"Morning, Sweetheart," Max said. "Sleep well?"

Bones glanced at Booth. "Very well," she said, honestly.

"I'm glad," Max said, eyeing the two of them.

"Did you tell them?" Bones asked Booth, curiously.

"Uh, no," Booth said. "I thought I'd wait for you."

"Tell us what?" Max asked, curiously.

"We're getting married," Bones told her father, smiling. "Today."

"That's wonderful, Temperance!" Cynthia exclaimed. "Congratulations, both of you!"

"Wait, why today?" Max asked, frowning. "How is that even possible?"

"We're going to the courthouse, Dad," Bones explained. "I don't want a long, drawn out engagement or a fancy wedding."

"She just wants me," Booth said, puffing out his chest a bit.

"Uh huh," Max said, raising an eyebrow at him that had him deflating immediately. "Whatever happened to asking the father's permission?"

"Dad," Bones said, shaking her head.

"I'm only kidding, Sweetheart," he told her, chuckling. "I'm happy for you both—and I know your mother would be, too."

"Thank you," Bones said, kissing his cheek.

"Want to tell them the other thing?" Booth asked, smirking.

"There's something else?" Cynthia asked, curiously.

"Bigger than the two of you tying the knot?" Max asked, eyebrows raised.

"I'm pregnant," Bones told him, "but that's not the reason we're getting married."

"Of course it isn't," Cynthia said, smiling. "A blind man could see you two love each other."

Just then, the kitchen door swung open and the boys walked in.

"See, Parker," Hunter said, smugly. "I told you I smelled Nana's pancakes. She makes the best pancakes in the world!"

"Good morning, ducklings," Cynthia said. "How are feeling this morning?"

"Hungry," both boys answered, causing all four adults to laugh.

"Well then," Cynthia said, "let's not keep those growling tummies of yours waiting any longer."

Everybody sat down at the table and she brought over plates filled with eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

The boys immediately began digging in like starving puppies, while the four adults ate at a much slower pace.

"So, what time are we going to the courthouse?" Max asked Booth and Bones, curiously.

"Uh, not sure yet," Booth said, swallowing a mouthful of pancakes. "Got to call first."

"Right," Max said, sipping his coffee.

"Why are we going to the courthouse?" Hunter asked, curiously.

"Yeah, did they catch the bad guys who hurt Mom and Hunter's dad?" Parker asked.

"No, pal, not yet," Booth told him, sadly, "but we're gonna. I promise."

"We are going to the courthouse today so that Booth and I can get married," Bones told them, bluntly.

"Is that okay with you two?" Booth asked, not wanting to upset them anymore than they already had been.

They had only just lost a parent each yesterday, after all.

A lot of changes were happening at a very fast rate and that could be detrimental to a kid.

"Course its okay, Dad," Parker said, smiling. "Now Bones really will be my new mom."

"And you'll be my new dad," Hunter said, smiling also.

"I guess that settles it, then," Cynthia said, smiling.

"Tell you what, kiddos," Max told his grandson and soon-to-be grandson, "why don't I help you two get dressed while your dad calls the courthouse."

"And I'll help Nana with cleaning up," Bones told them, smiling.

"Okay," the two boys said and hopped up from the table to head upstairs with their new grandfather.

"I'd better go make that call," Booth said, kissing Bones. "Be right back, honey."

Bones stared after him as he exited the kitchen.

"I am very happy for you, Temperance," Cynthia said, clasping her hand gently.

"You're not upset by what Hunter said, about Booth I mean?" Bones asked, curiously.

"Of course not, dear," Cynthia said. "He's a little boy whose just lost his father—it's only natural that he would bond with someone who could fill that missing place in his life."

"Booth and Bryan are not that much alike," Bones said, quietly.

"You're right about that," Cynthia said, sighing. "To be honest, Temperance, I was getting worried about Bryan."

"Why?" Bones asked her, as they cleared the table and carried the dishes to the sink to wash.

"For the last six months or so," she said, "he had begun distancing himself from Hunter. It wasn't noticeable at first, but recently it was getting to where I was watching him more and more. Hunter felt it, too. It's why when Bryan promised to bring him back something from this last trip that he was so excited."

"I see," Bones said. "It seems Bryan's troubles started six months ago or more."

"So it would seem," Cynthia said. "Do you think this could be connected to his death? I would have mentioned it sooner, but I honestly didn't think about it 'til now..."

Bones thought about it. "It's possible it could be," she admitted. "I'll talk to Booth about it."

Cynthia smiled.

"What?" Bones asked, curiously.

"He's about to become your husband, dear," she reminded her. "Don't you think you should at least call him by his first name?"

"Booth and I never use our first names," she explained, shrugging. "At least, not unless we're alone or one of us is upset. It's just our way."

"And it is abundantly clear it works for you," Cynthia said, chuckling.

Just then, Booth reentered the kitchen. He clapped his hands "Chop, chop, ladies," he told them. "We need to hustle--double time!"

"Why's that?" she asked him, curiously.

"Because I got us an appointment at the courthouse at ten o'clock—and it's eight thirty now," he told her.

"Very well, then," Cynthia said, "you go help Max get the boys ready and get yourselves ready. I'll help Temperance."

"Help me with what?" Bones asked, curiously.

"With getting ready for your wedding, dear," Cynthia said, smiling.

"I have just the outfit for you to wear!"

At twenty minutes after ten, Booth and Bones stood outside of a judges' office waiting to be called in for their wedding.

She had already informed Cam she would be late arriving at the lab this morning, but to call if something came up.

She was dressed in an off the shoulder pale blue ruffled blouse (seventies-style) and a long pale blue skirt with pale blue pumps—all of which brought out her bright blue eyes.

Her hair was down, pulled back by a silver dolphin hair-clasp given to her by her dad.

"It belonged to your mother," he'd told her, smiling. "She'd want you to wear it today."

Booth wore a dark blue suit and tie—solid color socks, for once—and his "Cocky" belt buckle.

Max was also wearing a suit—borrowed from Booth—and Cynthia wore a white pants' suit.

Parker and Hunter were dressed in polo shirts and blue jeans.

The door opened and a clerk stepped out. "The judge is ready for you," she told them, stepping away from the door to let them in.

Booth and Bones glanced at each other. "Here we go," he said, clasping her hand.

"Yes," she agreed and walked with him through the door.

Max, Cynthia, Hunter, and Parker followed them in.

"Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, it is a pleasure to see you again," the judge greeted them. "Especially since this has nothing to do with a murder."

"Yes, your honor," Booth said, shaking his hand. "Thank you for seeing us on such short notice."

"Marrying you and your beautiful partner, Seeley," the robed man said, "will be the highlight of my career, I think."

"Putting criminals in jail is a far more worthy ambition," Bones told him, seriously.

"He knows that, honey," Booth told her. "He just meant he's happy for us."

"Oh," she said, understanding. "I see."

The judge chuckled. "Do you have a best man and maid of honor?" he asked, curiously.

"Uh…" Booth said, hesitantly.

"Right here, your honor," Max spoke up, stepping up beside Booth.

Cynthia came and stood by Bones.

"Thanks, Max," Booth whispered to his soon-to-be father in law.

"You're welcome, son," Max said, clasping him on the shoulder.

"Let's begin, shall we?" the judge said. "Do you wish a traditional ceremony or would you prefer to do your own vows?"

Booth raised an eyebrow at Bones—it was her call.

"I think I would like to recite my own vows," She said, "but would also like to end on a traditional note, as well."

"Very well," the judge said. "Do you have rings?"

Bones and Booth looked at each other, realizing they had forgotten something.

"Hear you go, your honor," Max spoke up again, removing the wedding band from his finger and handing it to him.

"Dad," Bones protested at the same time Booth said, "Max, no."

"Don't be silly," Max told them. "You two need it more than I do now."

"That's right," Cynthia said, smiling. She had removed the wedding band from her finger as well.

"Cynthia, I can't—" Bones protested again.

"Yes, dear," Cynthia told her. "You can. Proceed, your honor."

"Very well," the judge said. "We are gathered here today to join Seeley Joseph Booth and Temperance Joy Brennan in the bonds of holy matrimony. If there is anyone present who fill they should not be wed, please speak at this time."

He paused, as was tradition, but of course no one spoke up.

"Seeley, would you like to go first?" he asked Booth.

Booth swallowed. "Uh, sure," he said, nervously. "Bones, I—I mean, Temperance, I—oh, Hell!"

"Dad," Parker said, reprovingly. "You always get on to me for cussin'!" He had crossed his arms over his chest and glared up at his father.

Booth blushed, knowing his son was right. "That's right, bud," he said. "I'm sorry."

"That' okay, Dad, I forgive you," Parker said, smirking. "You can marry Bones now."

All the adults present chuckled at that.

Booth took a deep breath and stared into Bones' deep blue eyes.

He smiled.

"When we first met I thought you were the most overly opinionated, too-smart-for-your-own-good, pain in the butt squint I had ever met," he told her. "Now, you're still all those things, but you're also the most beautiful, kindest, caring, warmest woman I have ever met and I am so proud that I'm standing here right now becoming your husband. I love you, Temperance. You'll always be my Bones."

Tears filled Bones' eyes, and she had to wipe them away before she spoke.

"Booth," she said quietly. "Seeley, you are the reason I am not still a lab rat—somebody who is thought of as being cold and uncaring. You showed me the world and what I could be by living as a part of it rather than just studying it from afar. You've opened my eyes to so many things and given me so much that trying to thank you for all of them would take far too long and only seem a mere fraction of what you truly deserve. The one thing you've shown me that is indeed possible in this world is love. I love you, and I can not believe its really me standing here becoming your wife. But I am glad I am. Now, no one can separate us. We'll always be partners, whole and complete."

Booth swallowed, trying not to disgrace himself by crying.

He was just so dang happy at the moment, though…

"Now that Temperance and Seeley have expressed themselves through their vows," the judge said, "we will unit them symbolically with the rings. Seeley, take this ring and place it on Temperance's left hand. Repeat after me…"

Booth took the round band (which, coincidently, was silver and would match the engagement ring he'd given her perfectly) and slipped onto Bones' left hand.

"With this ring, I thee wed," he repeated what the judge had said, "and I promise to love, honor, and cherish you for all the days of our lives."

"Temperance," the judge said, holding out Max's ring, "place this ring on Seeley's finger and repeat after me."

Bones slipped her father's wedding band, wondering if her mother had felt this thrill run through her on her wedding day as she did now, onto Booth's hand—finding that it fit him perfectly.

"With this ring, I thee wed," she spoke, "and promise to love, honor, and cherish you through out all the days of our lives."

The wording was a bit too archaic and formal for her taste, but she supposed it fit.

"Then by the power invested in me," the judge said, smiling brightly, "I now happily pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss you bride, Agent Booth."

"With pleasure, your honor," Booth said, cupping Bones' face and pulling her to him for a deep passionate kiss.

Parker and Hunter wrinkled their noses at such a 'gross' display, but the other adults present clapped their hands together for the happy couple.

Twin sets of ring tones going off brought their kiss to an abrubt end and had both of them reaching for their respected phones.

"Booth/Brennan," they spoke into their phones at the same time.

They both listened a moment a then nodded.

"All right," they again spoke at the same time. "I'll be right there."

They hung up and looked at each other.

"That was Cam," Bones told her newly wed husband. "They need me back at the lab."

"Yeah, they need me at the bureau," Booth told her, sighing. "Duty calls, I guess."

"We do still have a murder to solve," she reminded him, smiling.

They glanced at the judge, who held up a piece of paper. "I just need you both to sign this," he told the, referring to their marriage license. They did so, and so did he.

It was offical.

They were now married.

But they would have to celebrate later.

Duty called.

"What about everybody?" Booth asked Bones. "We came in two separate cars and you all won't fit into yours."

Bones nodded, agreeing. "Take the boys with you," she concluded. "I'll take Dad and Cynthia back with me to the Jeffersonian."

"Uh, I'm gonna be kind busy," he reminded her, eyeing the boys hesitantly.

"Leave them with Sweets," she told him, and then whispered. "He can talk to them and see how they're really coping with all this."

He nodded, smiling. "See, that's why I married you," he told her, smirking.

"Because I have a deep learning curve and can make a decision quickly?" she asked him, smirking.

"Well, that too," he told her, kissing her again. "See you soon."

She nodded. "You know where I'll be," she told him, chuckling.

"I'll look for the largest pile of bones," he told her. "C'mon, guys, we're gonna head to the FBI building for a little while."

"Cool," both boys exclaimed, smiling.

They followed Booth out the door.

"Well, honey," Max said, hugging his daughter, "shall we go solve a murder?"

Bones smiled. "Sure, Dad," she told him. "Let's go."

Together, they headed out of the judge's office.

The judge watched them go, chuckling.

"Somehow," he said to himself, "that was very fitting for those two."

TBC…

**I'm not sure what Bones' middle name is, but her real name was Joy so… Anyway, please, review.**