A/N: Okay I've had these chapter written for a bit, but haven't posted them, so I'm giving you guys two chapters at once. Also in this chapter is a small tribute to Booth and Bones. I still can't believe the show is over. Fanfiction is now our only fix for this couple. But anyway one of my reviewers, Holly, wanted to see a chapter in Megan's POV. So this chapter goes out to you.
Megan's POV
"Hey Megan, wake up." I heard my dad say as I turned over on my back and opened my eyes. Blinking a few times and then rubbing away the sleepiness, he said, "Morning Megs. Happy Birthday."
"Don't want a birthday," I told him. I didn't want to celebrate today.
"Well too bad sweetie," Angela said as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom. Walking in, she continued saying, "You and I are having a girls day out. Food, fun and shopping until we drop, or at least until dinner."
"Ugh," I sighed. "Fine." I knew there was no chance of winning against Angela. She was very stubborn. But going out with her would kill time and I would do anything that didn't involve a party.
After Dad and Angela left my room, I proceeded to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. After getting cleaned up, I got dressed in my old, well worn but clean and only band t-shirt that sported the "Foreigner" logo on it. I only knew two songs by that band but the one I loved the most was "Hot Blooded." I also put on a pair of boot-cut jeans and converse. Braiding bits of my hair while leaving the rest straight, I grabbed my bag and went downstairs.
Angela and I first went to "The Diner" for breakfast. As we sat down Angela said, "Okay to start your birthday celebration, get anything you want."
"Oh is it your birthday?" asked the waitress as she came over.
"Yep, she's 16 today," Angela replied.
"How about a birthday milkshake then? On the house."
"How about it?" Angela asked me. "Yeah sure. Can I have vanilla?" I asked.
"Coming right up," the waitress said, then walked away.
After bringing back my milkshake, Angela ordered an omelet, while I chose French toast. I almost got chocolate chip pancakes, but the memory of the last time I had those was too painful. Angela took me shopping. We spent close to 5 hours, maybe 6 shopping for clothing, only stopping for lunch. Then we went to have a manicure at a spa before she drove me home.
"We got a lot of clothes today," I said as I helped her unload the car after we pulled up to the house.
"Well you have outgrown the stuff you had that we got you since you came to live with Booth. Plus you start school soon." Angela told me. I groaned at that thought. I had almost forgotten about starting school next week. The summer had really flown by and so much had happened.
As Angela and I went inside the house, Angela called out, "We're back." There was no sound. "Dad?" I called out as I put my bags down. "SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled as they came out of hiding. My dad came over and pulled me into a hug. "Happy Birthday kiddo."
"Yeah Meg-let, Happy Birthday." Hodgins said.
"Thanks," I replied, the nickname too close for comfort. This was what I wanted to avoid.
Angela, moved to stand next to Hodgins. It was then she saw the look on my face. "Sweetie what's the matter?"
"Nothing, um will you all excuse me for a minute?" I asked, barely able to get the words out of my mouth before I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and shut the door, blocking out any noise coming from downstairs. The second I shut the door, I leaned against it. Sliding down to the floor, tears fell down my face, my sobs silent.
I didn't want to celebrate today. My last birthday had been the start of this nightmare…
Flashback…
"Hey Megan where's your mom?" Laura asked me, as we waited for my mom to pick me up from her place.
"I don't know. She should be here by now." Then we heard a knock on the door. Going downstairs we saw it was the police. I heard them say the words that all but ended my good life. "I'm sorry but your mother is dead."
Jeff and Sarah, Laura's parents, handled the arrangements for my mom's funeral, while I was placed in a group home. That day my mom was buried, I should have been celebrating. That day I turned 15. But I only felt numb. If I did notice at all, I didn't care.
End of Flashback…
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Megan? It's Angela." Hearing her voice, I wiped my eyes and got to my feet. Opening the door, she took one look at me and pulled me into a hug. "Honey, there's a reason why you don't want a birthday party. Isn't there?"
Breaking away from the hug I nodded. "My mom, they…they buried her last year."
"Oh sweetie."
"The day I turned 15, I buried my mom. I said goodbye to her." I told Angela as I sat on my bed with her sitting next to me. The words came out choked and tears formed in my eyes. I wiped them away and told her. "My last birthday, let's just say it wasn't filled with good memories." Then I heard footsteps and saw my dad standing in the doorway. Angela rose from her spot and left the room. "How much did you hear?" I asked my dad.
"Enough," he replied. "I'm sorry. If I had known-
"It's okay. You just wanted to give me a good birthday." I told him. I couldn't blame my dad.
"How about we have some cake?" he asked me.
"Chocolate?" I asked.
"There's women downstairs. If there's no chocolate, I'd be dead."
At this I let out a small laugh. Following him downstairs and having a small and quiet celebration, when he brought out the cake with the candles lit, he told me "Happy Birthday Megan."
"Make a wish," Angela said. Staring at the candles I closed my eyes and made the only wish I could think of at that moment. 'I wish that I never have to go back into foster care.' Seeing my dad smile at me as I blew out the candles, I start to think my wish might actually come true. As everyone left and wished my a good day, Dad put his jacket on. "How about we go for a drive?"
Getting in the car, we drove until we hit the cemetery. Getting out we walked until I saw her stone.
Roseanne Cole Loving Mother 1982-2016.
