Author's Note: Here's the first noun I actually wrote.

Setting: Because nothing really happens, there's not really a setting. Although I guess it is technically after/during/around/(I don't know) S2's "The Blonde in the Game."

Jasper
If she were ever to have a pet, she would want a pig. When asked, she said she'd name it Jasper.

He wants to give her the world, everything she's missed out on. He wants to give her every experience she never had, no matter how juvenile. He wants her to be respected, wants her to have the life that was robbed from her, wants her to be loved how she deserves to be loved. He wants to spoil her, to fulfill her every wish. A plastic toy is only a small fraction.

It's why he teaches her. She didn't have a mother, father, or older brother to teach her the essential societal rules. She didn't even have a good friend to teach her all of the cultural references, sayings, and idioms. He hates that she had no one, hates that she was so hurt that she was emotionally stunted as a young girl, that she was so hurt that it inhibited her so long in her adult life.

It's why he instilled in her that a relationship with her father, and with her brother, was important. She deserves a family, deserves to know people love her, especially those who abandoned her. For as bad of a man Max Keenan is, he's done some of the right things for his daughter. He broke her heart all over again after coming back, a few times, but Booth can see the good he has done for her.

It's why he tried to get everyone to pitch in and get her a pig. If that was the pet she would want, and if the only "pets" she ever had were her dissection subjects after her family abandoned her, then a pig he would get her. He knew it was irrational—a pig living in an apartment in D.C. would never be allowed, especially by the Queen of Rationality—but Booth figured that was part of the experience.

His "Brennan-side" won out, along with the fact that nobody wanted to help him, so in the middle of their case he made a trip to a store and bought her a plastic pig for three dollars and some change. If he couldn't give her the pig experience, at least he could give her a pig.

As he drove her home that night, he watched her thumb rub over the pig's back. Whether she was conscious of it or not, Booth wasn't sure, but he was glad it meant something to her. She certainly did to him.