A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated for a couple of months! I was on a roll, then bam! Got distracted. I've had this one in my head for a while now… Oh, also, I keep on resisting to name Booth and Brennan's kid until we find out what they will ACTUALLY name their kid, so my stories don't become inaccurate in a few months!

He hears the padding of her sock covered feet across the hardwood floor and wonders what his sick five year-old is up to now. She's been extremely lethargic and listless since coming home from school with a fever on Friday afternoon. She spent most of the weekend tucked in bed (which is how he knew she was actually sick), but after a day off of school today she seems to be on the mend. He decides to take a peek and leaves his work on his desk to round the corner into the living room.

She's sitting on the couch in her pink plaid pajama pants and matching pink t-shirt, socks mismatched on her feet (one purple with sheep, the other blue with stripes) and her hair in an extremely messy ponytail. She's got the remote for the DVD player in her hand, and he wonders what she's chosen to watch.

A moment later, his question is answered. Bunsen Jude, Science Dude, blares to life on the screen. It's one of the older episodes, not his current stuff, Booth recognizes right away.

"Hey, Princess."

She looks up to see him and smiles. "Hi Daddy!"

"Feeling better?" she nods as Booth comes to take a seat next to her, grabbing the discarded blanket and pulling it over her. "Whatca watching?"

"Bunsen Jude. It's the one that Mommy's in."

Of course, Booth realizes. She's developed a love for the show, but she's always been slightly fascinated with the fact that her own mother could appear on television, on a show that she and her friends watch, nonetheless. It was a popular show among children her age, and she had been watching it since she was a toddler.

"Good choice," he tells her, pulling her onto his lap. She nods and snuggles into him, content to be in her father's arms.

"Mommy's super smart," she adds with a yawn. "She says when I'm feeling better we can do a velocity experiment in my lab!"

"Awesome," Booth agrees.

They watch the episode and their little girl giggles in delight as she sees her mother come out dressed as a skeleton wearing a tutu. Booth remembers it as if it was yesterday, sitting in the audience watching her, but in some ways, it was another lifetime ago. He never would've imagined, back then, that she was creating something their daughter would love to watch, over and over.

When the episode ends, his daughter sighs. "I love science," she declares with a smile.

Of course she does, Booth thinks with a laugh, flipping through the channels on the TV.

"The Flyers!" the small voice squeals suddenly. "Daddy, when can we go to a game?"

It always amazes him that she could be so much like both of them.

Two radically different people, wrapped up in one little package.