A/N: So I got a lot of great reviews from you guys last chapter! Thank you so much, and please keep them coming! So this chapter is a bit on the angsty side, but I hope you like it!


Christine woke to the smell of eggs and toast. She squinted her eyes together, and sat up. It took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked around at the beautiful room she had been sleeping in and smiled. Never in her life had she been in a room so beautiful. The paintings on the wall, the furniture, the elevated ceiling; it was all so beautiful. She wondered what she did to deserve something like this beautiful room. Yes, she had spent the past four years in foster care; being neglected and abused, but she wondered why she deserved this. She felt a pang of hurt, remembering that her mother had given her away. She didn't want to feel resentful of her, because her mother was the only thing that kept her sane in those four years; but she didn't know why. She didn't know why her mother had given her away. She wanted to know why. She assumed that her mother was trying to protect her from the truth, but she didn't need protection. She was almost an adult; a woman. She should've at least known who her own father was. Sighing, she discharged herself from the bed and walked to the bathroom.


Brennan walked into the kitchen with her wet hair clinging to her shoulders. Booth, who was sticking toast in the toaster oven, turned around and smiled.

"Feel better?" He asked.

She nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. "Much better."

He brought a plate of food over to her and kissed her forehead. "Here you go, Bones."

She grabbed his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you. Go take a shower." She said after they had broken apart.

"Actually, Bones, I'm out of clean clothes from my suitcase. You mind if I run home really quick, and get some clean ones?" He asked.

"Oh." She said as if she'd said something stupid. "Of course! You go ahead. Sorry... I was just… never mind, you go ahead!" She said laughing to herself a little.

"What is it, Bones?" He asked, giving her a confused look.

She looked up at him with an amused smile on her face. "I sort of forgot that you don't live here. I mean I know you don't live here, but I was just used to you being here… I just sort of forgot a little." She said, her face turning red.

He chuckled. "Would you like that?" He asked.

He smile faded and she grew serious. "Booth, I can't tell if you're being serious of not. If you're joking then that is not funny. But if you're being serious, well maybe we should do am experiment?"

His smile stayed intact. "You and your experiments." He said, kissing her cheek.

He began walking to the door and Brennan came after him. "Booth! You didn't answer my question!"

He turned around looked at the beautiful woman who basically just asked him to move in with her. "I'll bring enough stuff for your experiment." He said.

She smiled and kissed him. "I'm glad you were serious."

He kissed her cheek and opened the door. "I'll be back. I love you."

Her heart fluttered with excitement and she took in a breath. "I love you too." She said.

He smiled and closed the door behind him. She walked back to the kitchen to eat her breakfast. Moments later, Christine walked out of her room and into the kitchen.

"Good morning." Brennan said smiling at her daughter.

"Uhh, morning." She looked at the closed front door, and then back at her mother. "Was there someone at the door?" She asked with slight apprehension.

Brennan shook her head no and said, "That was just Booth leaving."

Christine let out a sigh of relief, and then raised an eyebrow. "He stayed here last night?" She asked.

Brennan blushed and said, "Umm, yes. Yes he did."

"I knew it." Christine said.

"Knew what?" Brennan asked.

"That you and Booth are together. He told me you guys weren't together the day you came to visit me in the home, but I could tell there was something going on." She said.

Brennan nodded and said, "Well, we are still working on our… label, but yes, I would say we are together."

Christine scrunched her eyebrows together and said, "I wonder why he lied?"

Brennan thought for a moment. "What exactly did you ask him?" She asked.

"I asked if the relationship of the characters in you books reflect you and his relationship. He said no. But that was clearly not the truth." She said.

Understanding dawned on Brennan and she said, "Booth was being truthful about that. When I wrote those novels, Booth and I were not together." She said.

"Oh." Christine said. "Okay. That makes sense."

Brennan stood up and got a plate for her daughter. "Would you like some breakfast? Booth made it, and he is a very good cook."

"Sure." Christine said.

"Is Kasey still asleep?" Christine asked while eating her breakfast.

"Brennan nodded. "She had an accident while she was sleeping around five this morning. After we cleaned her up, we went to lie down in my bed. She's been asleep since." She said nonchalantly

Christine looked at her mother guiltily. "I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you about that. She has nightmares a lot. And when she has nightmares, she usually pees in the bed. You should have woken me up. I would have cleaned it up." She said.

Brennan looked at her with genuine confusion. "Why would we wake you to clean a mess you didn't make?"

"I don't know. It's just… she's been my responsibility for so long, and I would have to clean it up in the home before anyone noticed, or she'd be spanked." She said shuttering at the memory.

Brennan raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Well, I can promise you, that is not how we solve our problems here. I want to help her, not make it worse."

Christine nodded. "That's logical, right? Apparently no one with authority in that home had any."

Brennan rolled her eyes. "The system is just… brutal. I'm so glad I got you two when I did."

Christine felt another pang of hurt, and looked at her food. Brennan noticed her mood shift, and asked, "Is there something wrong, Christine?"

"I… Why didn't you keep me?" She said hurt clearly evident in her voice.

Brennan had hoped that she could've avoided this conversation for Christine's sake, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"Please tell me? You said it yourself; I'm almost sixteen. I should choose for myself if I want to know something or not. And I want to know this. I want to know why you didn't want me. Was there something medically wring with me? Did my father not want me? I don't want to bring up bad memories for you, but I just need to know why." She said in a begging voice.

"Okay." Brennan said quietly. "I'll tell you. But remember, you wanted me to tell you."

Christine nodded and looked intently to her mother.

Brennan sighed, and began. "When I was fifteen years old, my parents abandoned my brother and me. Soon after that, my brother left me as well, and I was in the foster system. After months of foster families that were either abusive, or neglecting, I was placed with the Andersons. Mrs. Anderson never came home. I probably saw her twice the entire time that I stayed there. But Mr. Anderson was a different story. The first two weeks I was there, he was very kind. He gave me whatever I asked for. But one night, he came into my bedroom, and he… he raped me, Christine."

Christine gasped. She had not seen that coming in the slightest.

"He raped me every night for about five months. Then one day, I missed my period. I went t to the school nurse and she gave me a pregnancy test, and it was positive. She called my social worker, and John Anderson was arrested. I had to go back to a foster home when I was three months pregnant. No one would foster me, because I was having a baby, so I had to stay there for the rest of my pregnancy. When I was close to giving birth, my social worker put me into contact with the Pattersons. She told me that I wasn't fit to be a mother, and that I should give my baby up for adoption. I didn't want to, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I was sixteen years old; I had no income, no place to live, no family. I wasn't a fit mother. A few weeks later, I gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl I had ever seen, and I thought very seriously about sneaking out of the hospital and keeping you; but then I reminded myself that no matter how much I loved you, I couldn't take care of you. So I signed the papers and gave you away. But not before I named you. I named you after my mother, because my mother was beautiful and so were you."

Christine was in tears at this point. Many things from the story made her upset, but more than anything, she felt guilt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. That- that was not what I was expecting." She wiped her tears and continued. "I understand now. I understand why you didn't keep me."

Brennan took her hand and stroked her thumb over it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just wanted to wait for the right time."

Christine was quiet for a moment before she whispered, "How can you even look at me?" She asked. "How can you look at me with compassion and love when I'm his baby? He made you have me. How can you even stand to look at my face?" She asked with despair evident in her voice.

Brennan looked at her daughter with disbelief. Had she really just said what she thought she said? Did her daughter just ask how she can stand to look at her face?

"Christine, I think you've misunderstood me." She said.

"No. I understood you perfectly. My father raped you and forced you to have me!" She nearly yelled, with tears escaping her eyes.

Something in Brennan snaps hearing this. "He is not your father!" She says deliberately through clenched teeth.

"Then who is?! Do I just not have one?! Because I would rather be fatherless than have a rapist for a father!" She said, breaking down completely.

Brennan let a few tears slip out of her eyes as well, before reaching out for her daughter. Christine shrugged her away, and got up from the table, walking quickly back into her room.

"Christine, wait!" Brennan pleaded, willing her to come back.

But she did not. She simply closed the door behind her.

Brennan covered her face with her hands. "What have I done?"


A/N: So here's chapter 11! Yes very angsty, but I promise chapter 12 will be on the fluffy side! And I hope none of you think that Christine's reaction was over the top. I tried to make it as accurate as possible! Please review!