I don't own Bones
Epilogue
I don't own Bones
Lance smiled as he settled in for the night. He had finally won custody of his younger brothers. They had gone out earlier for dinner. Lysander and Lucas got chicken fingers and French fries while he got himself a double cheeseburger. Daisy had come along too and got some chicken Caesar salad. Agent Booth and the team were going to throw Lance and his brothers a party this weekend to celebrate it. Lance sometimes couldn't believe all that had happened over the past ten months: his bio dad died, he had two younger brothers which he now had custody over, and he was back with Daisy.
Daisy still worked at the Jeffersonian, but she was on probation until two months ago because of her little stunt with not telling anybody that she knew Lance's dad. She had to explain what she yelled after she stormed out during the case which was not comfortable for her, she had some recurring nightmares but they stopped after three weeks. She was good with Lysander and Lucas, who love her to death but she claims it's because they found out that her mother was their foster mother.
Lysander was coping very well with the move to D.C. He turned nine a while ago and had started to go to a school nearby. Lysander was an excellent student and was really starting to come out of his shell. He even managed to get himself a good friend, Joseph Jacksons, or JJ as he called himself. Lysander had been seeing a child psychologist, Dr. Virginia Adams, to help cope with all that has happened. Lance probably could have treated his brothers himself but he would rather have his brothers under the care of someone who was trained with children, plus he felt like it would invade on their privacy.
Lucas was doing better than he was before. He was obviously traumatized by seeing his mother's decomposed body but he was seeing Dr. Adams, like his brother. Dr. Adams said that he was progressing but still had a long way to go. Lance didn't want to but he agreed with Dr. Adams. Lucas had bad days and good days, but the good days were starting to become more and more frequent. Lucas, like his brother, turned out to be a pretty good student. His teacher described him as quiet but a hard worker. He hadn't made any close friends but a little girl in their building seemed to set her sights on him.
As for Steven and Emma, the trial against their father was starting in two weeks. Lance hoped that Ray Murphy would rot in jail for the rest of his life. There was certainly more than enough evidence for child abuse and even more evidence for murder. Ray Murphy was going to hang for what he did. The two kids were taken into their aunt's care and Lance even heard that their older brother was getting out of jail soon.
Lance was happy. Things were turning around in his life and the future looked even better. He just couldn't wait.