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Booth was making sandwiches for him and his son when Parker asked him, "Dad, how come Bones is sick every night?"
Startled, Booth placed his knife down and turned to look at his son, "What do you mean Bones is sick every night? When is she sick?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Parker explained, "Every night, she wakes me up. I can hear her in the hallway bathroom throwing up. I know she probably doesn't think I can hear her, but my bed is next to the wall and I can hear her throwing up and crying. She tries to be real quiet but I can hear her. It kind of scares me."
His mouth suddenly dry, Booth shook his head slowly, "She cries?"
Nodding his head, Parker sighed, "Yeah, I got up and went in there the first night I was here and I told her that I'd go get you; but, she told me it was just a stomach virus and she didn't want to worry you. Dad, I may be a kid; but, even I know that stomach viruses don't last this long. I've been here for three days and she's done it every night."
A feeling apprehensive flooding through him, Booth wiped his hand across his mouth, "No, that doesn't sound right to me either. I . . ." Licking his bottom lip, Booth blew air through his lips, "I'll have a talk with her when she gets home. Thanks for telling me, Buddy."
His face sad, Parker asked, "Do I have to leave tonight? Couldn't we tell Mom I want to stay with you?"
Booth, realizing that Parker was talking to him, forced himself to focus on his son. Placing his hand on his son's shoulder, Booth smiled, "I wish you could Parker, but you guys are going back to England tomorrow. I, uh . . . I wish you could stay; but, well, really it can't have been very good just hanging out in the apartment and watching TV all day. Heck, half the time, I was asleep, so, you have to have been bored hanging out with me. Tell you what, when you come back from England, I'll tell Rebecca that we want to spend some quality father son time together and you know by then, I'll be better and we can go to games and stuff. How about that?"
Not sure what else to say, Parker looked down at his shoes, "Yeah, okay Dad."
His hand on his son's face, Booth tried to explain further, "I love you Buddy; but, you don't really want your mother go to England by herself do you? Who would take care of her? Since she and Drew broke up you're the man of the house."
Grimly, Parker nodded his head, "Yeah, Dad, you're right."
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That evening, Brennan came home to find that Booth had made a big bowl of salad and had a pot of vegetable soup simmering on the stove.
Kissing Booth in the kitchen, Brennan smiled, "You must be feeling pretty good today. Thanks for making dinner."
His arms around his lover, Booth asked her quietly, "Bones are you alright? You're not hiding anything from me are you? You wouldn't do that would you? You'd tell me if something was wrong with you wouldn't you?"
Not sure what he was talking about, Brennan shook her head, "There isn't anything wrong with me, Booth. I'm fine."
Releasing her, Booth leaned against the counter, "Bones, Parker told me this afternoon that you're sick every night. He's heard you throw up and, uh . . . well he says that he's heard you crying. Please Bones, you need to tell me if there's something wrong with you."
Not sure how much she should tell him, Brennan stared at her lover's concerned face, "Booth, I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know if there is something wrong with me or not. For the last couple of days, I've woke up feeling nauseous and I've regurgitated. It might be something I'm eating or perhaps it's just a stomach virus that I can't get rid of. I feel fine during the day. I'm just sick at night."
His worry growing, Booth shook his head, "Bones have you made a doctor's appointment because I think you should? Being sick every night is not normal. We need to find out what's going on. Maybe having me here is too much stress for you. I mean, really you have a job that can be really stressful and then you come home and look after me and . . ."
Interrupting him, Brennan shook her head, "I'm not under stress, Booth. Having you here is not stressful. If there is something wrong with me and I'm not saying that there is, it has nothing to do with you." Seeing that her partner was very worried, she shrugged her shoulders, "I'll make an appointment to see my GP. I don't think it's necessary, but if it will give you peace of mind then I will do it."
Moving closer to her, Booth placed his hands on her shoulders, "I'm going with you to the doctors. We're in this together."
Annoyed, Brennan protested, "Booth, you're making a mountain out of an ant hill. You don't need to go with me."
Booth stared into her bright blue eyes and corrected her, "That's a mountain out of a mole hill."
Smirking, Brennan responded, "No I'm pretty sure you're making a mountain out of a teeny tiny ant hill, Booth."
Laughing, Booth shook his head, "Okay, what ever. I'm going with you."
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That evening, after dinner was finished, Brennan returned to the Jeffersonian and Booth helped Parker pack up his overnight bag. Watching his son's sad face glance at him constantly, Booth started to feel like he'd kicked his son's kitten or something. A knock on the front door drawing him away, he left Parker in his room and entered the living room. Making his way to the front door, he opened it and found Rebecca standing in the hallway.
"Hey, Rebecca. Parker is packing up his stuff right now. He's almost done." Stepping aside, he allowed her to enter the apartment.
In a hurry, Rebecca smiled at her ex, "I'd let him stay one more night Seeley, but we have an early flight out tomorrow. We're going to stay at a hotel next to the airport so that we don't have to get up too early to make the flight. You know Parker is not a morning person."
Aware that she had spoken a painful truth, Booth stood near the couch and waited for his son to come out of his room. "Bones had to go back to the Lab for a little while. The FBI had a body that they wanted her to look at."
Capturing her lips between her teeth, Rebecca nodded her head. Moving her eyes away from her ex, she stared at the various pieces of art work on the book shelves in the room.
Parker, carrying his bag, walked out of his room to find his mother waiting for him. A sad smile on his face, he dropped his bag next to his feet, "Hi, Mom."
Turning towards her son, Rebecca smiled at the boy, "Are you ready to go? Say goodbye to your father. I have a cab outside waiting for us."
Sad that he was leaving his father, he licked his bottom lip, walked over to where his father was standing and placed his arms around the older man's waist, "Bye Dad."
Kneeling, Booth tried to be cheerful, "I'll see you in a month or two. Remember, when you get back, I'll be all better and we can do stuff together."
Suddenly crying, Parker closed his eyes and clutched his arms around his father's neck, "Please Mom, let me stay with Dad. I want to stay with Dad and take care of him. He needs me. Please Mom, please let me stay."
Holding Parker in his arms, Booth tried to soothe his son, "Parker it's okay. I'm fine. Really I am. You don't need to worry about me Buddy. I'm fine. I don't need anyone to take care of me."
Crying harder, Parker clung to his father and sobbed, "I want to take care of you, Dad."
Rebecca, shaking her head, walked over towards her son and placed her hand on his back, "Parker, you heard your father. He's fine. We won't be gone that long. Just a few weeks. When you get back, he'll be better and you'll be able to do more things together, I promise."
Reluctantly removing his arms from around his father, Parker wiped the tears from his eyes, "I want to stay."
Shaking her head, Rebecca replied, "I'm sorry, Parker. We really need to go. I have a cab waiting outside for us."
His tears streaming down his face, he rubbed his wet cheeks with the hem of his shirt. Sniffing, he leaned over, picked up his bag and refused to look at his parents, "Bye Dad."
Still kneeling on the floor, Booth swallowed and responded, "Bye Parker. I love you son."
Watching them leave the apartment, Booth watched as Rebecca turned back and shrugged her shoulders. The door closing behind her, Booth sat back on his heels and looked at the floor. His chest tight, he finally stood up, walked into his bedroom and laid down on the bed. He knew he was prone to depression and he really did try to keep upbeat about his life but when you hear you're girlfriend is sick and is hiding it from you, you're recovering from major surgery and you don't feel as strong as you used to be, when you've just broken your young son's heart then sometimes it all seems a little too much. Trying to not be self-pitying, Booth finally gave in to his fears and sadness and wept.
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