I know, i know. It's been a while, again. In my defence i'm so busy at the moment the only reason i've had time/the energy to write this is because it's the easter holidays. But just a huge thank you to those of you who are still sticking with me, it really does mean so much. Sorry, i'm getting sentimental again. This fic just makes me strangely emotional. It's been a great distraction though from the lack of revision i've done today and the 200 length swim i get to do tomorrow. So it still has its used ;) here you go, enjoy :)

Chapter 37

Gordon Gordon Wyatt sat on the couch in Dr. Sweet's office, opposite to a very pretty and from what he could tell so far, a very kind hearted little girl. "So Elena, how are you?" He'd met her just yesterday having flown in, and had spoken to Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan, who, though finally together it seemed, had an awful lot on their plate.

"I am good thank you," she responded politely, "How are you?"

He smiled at her, "I'm quite wonderful thank you."

"Why are you sat over there?" she questioned, her eyes travelling over the space between them. "There's nothing wrong with me you know."

"Well if you would prefer I can sit over with you," he told her "I just thought you might like some space."

"I don't mind," she said, "You can sit here, I'll scoot over," she said, putting her hands on the couch and wiggling over to the side. He smiled at her a little for a second, before getting up and sitting down at the other end. "Better?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Just because some bad things have happened doesn't mean that you have to sit away from me and not talk to me properly you know," she said quietly, swinging her feet forward and back where they hit the couch.

"Oh I know, you don't need to worry about that."

She looked up at the him, just slightly suspiciously. "Good," she said, "Because when I was in hospital some people there looked at me funny and they didn't even talk to me."

"Well that was wrong of them."

"I know," she said readily, "I was just checking you weren't one of those people."

"Well I'm quite glad that we've established that I'm not," he told her seriously.

"Me too, I wouldn't have wanted to talk to you then. Tempe and Booth say that you're here to talk to me about all the bad things that have happened," she said, in a quite matter of fact tone.

Dr. Wyatt looked into the little girls honest blue eyes and couldn't help but smile at how very like Dr. Brennan she was. "It's not all been bad," he said, watching her.

"That is true, I love Tempe and Booth very much," Elena said quietly.

"They love you too, and they're very good people."

Elena nodded, and looked up at him, "Are you going to ask me about what happened? With the nasty man and my parents and brother and sister?"

"You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to talk about," he told her kindly.

"Is it okay if we don't talk about that just yet?" Elena asked timidly.

"Absolutely, what use would there be in making you talk?"

"That is a good point," she said, then let out a heavy sigh of relief. "I'm glad you said that," she admitted, "I don't feel like that just yet."

"Well it would be a bit strange to say it right away really, considering I'm practically a stranger to you."

"Well Tempe said that you're very good, and she doesn't like psychology. She says it's a soft science, so you must really be good if she likes you," she explained.

He smiled, at what she'd just said and at her complete trust in Brennan. "Well I like to think I was a good psychologist, though I've actually recently pursued a career in cooking, I'm still learning, but I'm not half bad," he winked at her, and she giggled.

"My daddy used to be a really good cook," she said, "He used to make cookies and fairy cakes with me and he let me lick the spoon," she smiled, a little sadness emerging in her eyes.

"That sounds nice," Wyatt said, "Are you any good, do I have competition?"

She smiled again, "Not really, though I like to put the icing on though!"

"Ah, well, that my dear never gets old, icing cakes is the best part about making them."

She nodded her head in agreement, "My favourite subject is science though. Sometimes we cook at school but it gets very messy," she informed him, "But I love science."

"I always hated science when I was at school, at least til I got a lot older than you," he told her, "I thought it was because I was no good at it, but then a very good teacher showed me that that wasn't true, and that it could be very interesting. You must get on very well with Dr. Brennan."

"I love Tempe, I want to be just like her and my mommy when I grow up," Elena said.

"What was your mommy?"

"She was a doctor, she was clever like Tempe. She used to teach me science at home."

"That sounds very nice," he said, watching her as she looked down into her lap and fiddled with her sleeves.

"Dr. Wyatt?"

"Please," he said, "Call me Gordon."

She looked at him and a very small smile crossed her face, "Gordon, can you keep a secret?"

"Why of course."

"You won't tell anybody? Not even Tempe or Booth?"

"If you do not want me to, I will not tell anyone," he said, perfectly seriously.

She looked at him, those eyes were piercing, and thanks to a certain two people, she was lucky to still have a very bright future, he was sure. "I miss my mommy very much," she said quietly.

"Why is that a secret?" he asked gently.

"Because I don't want to upset Tempe," Elena said quietly, "I love her very much, but I don't want to tell her about missing mommy in case it makes her sad. I want to stay with Tempe forever, I don't want her to hate me," she whispered fearfully, and his heart went out to this little girl, who had just revealed what was apparently one her biggest fears to him. He just wanted to hug her, which, unfortunately would be highly inappropriate. He'd have to leave the hugging to Booth and Brennan.

"Elena," he started, "I think you might find that Dr. Brennan completely understands how much it hurts here," he said, touching his heart, "when you lose a mommy. I know she wouldn't mind you missing her, she probably knows you do, as she has been there herself." He said gently, "And I don't think Tempe is capable of doing anything but loving you," he told her.

She looked at him, the scrutiny still there, but less prominent than it had been several minutes earlier. "You really think she wouldn't mind?"

"You know something?" he said to her, pausing slightly, "I know she wouldn't."

So, who loves Gordon Gordon? He should totally come back to Bones. With him combined with Sweets, they'd get together in no time.

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