A/N: Okay, epilogue time! I don't know, this story started off so artful and focused, and it's ending like... super messy. I'm honestly just messing around at this point, hahaha. Whatever, I still like it.

Also: So the episode where Christine was born took place in April, but the episode where they celebrated her birthday aired this day last year. So if her birthday is that day - then she and I share a birthday. Ayyy. ;)

Thank you all for reading! Hope you enjoyed it - let me know in a review! ;) I'll get right to work on the other fics I have open - more updates coming soon!

March 24, 2027

They've been trying to keep the noise down, but for a group of sixteen year olds, the task proves to be a rather difficult one. No matter how hard they try, even the calmest of sleepover activities always end in spontaneous fits of laughter – and a pillow thrown at someone's face, in an effort to just shut them up.

This time it's Sara on the receiving end of that one.

"Shush!" Christine whisper-shouts, her own body shaking with silent laughter. The site of her best friend looking so terribly indignant with her messed up hair and the pillow in her lap nearly makes her laugh even more – but she restrains herself. "My mom already came down twice, do you want them to send you guys home?"

"Come on, they won't do that!" the indignant look falls right off of Sara's face, replaced immediately with a knowing grin.

"Yeah, Christine," another girl across the room adds, hopping over to them in her sleeping bag. "Your parents are honestly so chill. They won't kick us out for a little noise."

And the birthday girl sighs, allowing herself a smile.

"Fine," she says. "I mean, they can't kick me out – so it's not really my problem, right?"

"Exactly!" a fourth girl, Dana, throws in with a giggle before changing the subject. "Wait, so did you take your permit test yet?"

"Calm down, I've only been sixteen for less than a day! But not yet. Dad didn't realize we needed an appointment to take the exam, so we went in this afternoon, but they're making me go back tomorrow to take it. It's kind of stupid."

"Okay, gotcha," Sara says, and in a second, another smile spreads across her face. "Any talk about getting you a car yet?"

At that, Christine lets out a pretty loud laugh herself.

"A car, funny – my parents are still arguing about who's going to teach me to drive. They haven't even thought about a car, yet."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Christine smiles. "I mean that my dad thinks he should teach me because he's the self-proclaimed better driver, and my mom thinks she should teach me because she's calmer. Plus, she also thinks she's the better driver, so… you see where the problem is."

This earns a few laughs around the room, and there's a stretch of awkward silence before Dana finally breaks it.

"Okay, can we do something? I'm bored now."

"As long as we don't wake everyone up, then of course!" Christine adds, back to her original goal of keeping the room as quiet as possible. In response, however, her friends let out a collective groan.

"No fun, Christine," Sara tells her with a smile and a wink, and a beat goes by without any words.

"Truth or dare?"

Christine blinks. "Wait, who is that directed to? Or are you asking the group?"

"It's directed towards you, birthday girl!" Sara replies. "Truth or dare?"

"Fine. Dare!"

There's a soft laugh from Sara as she whisper-shouts across the room, "Laurel, what should she do?"

"Um…" the other girl bites down on her bottom lip, thinking hard. "Freeze her bra? And wear it for thirty seconds?"

Christine laughs at that, but Sara is clearly not satisfied.

"No, that's stupid. Uh… take your dad's car around the block without waking anyone up?"

"Sara, I don't think you're ever going to grasp the fact that my dad is, in fact, in the FBI. Pretty sure he could ground me and charge me with a felony at the same time. Plus, I don't think having the girl who has literally never operated a vehicle before drive one in the middle of the night is the best idea."

"So do you decline?" Sara asks. "Do you lose on the first dare?"

"No!" Christine laughs. "You're just awful at choosing dares. It's your fault. Can I switch to truth?"

"Fine, fine. Anyone got a question?"

They all think, and Dana is the first one to ask.

"I don't know if it's a dumb question or not, but what's the weirdest dream you've ever had?"

"Dana's so much better at this game than you are," Christine says to Sara, and she thinks about her answer. "Uh… hang on… okay!"

She takes a second to tie her hair up and answers.

"I don't even know why I remember this, but I do. When I was like… I don't know, maybe about four, I had this weird dream that my Uncle Lance died. I dreamed that he died, and like, a couple months later he just reappeared randomly. Everyone went around talking about some cosmic error with the universe or some shit like that. It was all in the news and everything. I don't know, it was weird. But he just came back from the dead, and went on like nothing ever happened."

"That actually sounds pretty cool," someone says of it, and continues on, "Really weird for a four year old, but still kind of cool. Your Uncle Lance is the one with the dark hair, right? Seeley's dad?"

Christine nods. "Yeah, that's him. I mean, he obviously never died, so… oh! Another weird dream. I dreamed once that Seeley was in my calc class for some reason – and he did better than everyone, too. Dream-me was pretty pissed off about it. I think that one ties for weirdest dream."

Sara laughs. "But Seeley's, like, twelve!"

"I know! But he's already in high school Algebra! Is a jump to Calculus really that dramatic?"

"Yes!" Laurel answers. "Don't worry, Booth, you've still got that valedictorian spot in the bag. Even if you just stopped doing schoolwork altogether, I'm sure the lowest place you'd end up is salutatorian."

"Ha-ha. Thanks," the girl replies with a sarcastic tone, but a warm smile before turning back to Sara.

"Truth or dare?"

"Me?"

"Of course, you. Sara, truth or dare?"

The girl sighs and goes with dare. Christine grins, just the slightest hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Go freeze your bra. Wear it for forty five seconds."

"Come on, that's –"

"I don't care if it's stupid," Christine says. "That's the dare. Forty five seconds with a frozen bra, take it or leave it."

Sara sighs.

And they all file up the stairs quietly, taking care not to wake anyone on their walk to the freezer.

A/N: Thanks again for reading this giant clusterfuck! Hope you liked it, even if only a little bit. More updates on the horizon.