(In the future)
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To say she was surprised would have been an understatement. Flipping through her mail, she found a letter from the Alumni Association of Burtonsville High School. Not sure if she wanted to open it, Brennan left it on the kitchen island and went to check to see if Christine had started her homework yet. She had let her daughter skip working on it the previous evening as long as she promised to work on it the next morning instead of watching Saturday cartoons. Hank had gone with his father to the store while Brennan worked on the laundry, so the house was relatively quiet. After she had helped Christine with a math problem, she returned to the kitchen walking past the letter. She was still debating whether she should throw it away, so for now, it would remain on the kitchen island.
Folding clothes fresh from the dyer at the counter, Brennan heard the front door open and Booth and their son Hank entered the house.
"Mommy . . . Mommy, I got a melon." The boy was carrying a cantaloupe and was trying not to drop it even though it was heavy. Laying it on the floor, he rolled it down the hallway towards the kitchen.
"Hank, rolling the cantaloupe is going to bruise it." Booth placed the bags he was carrying on the counter and leaned over to pick up the melon and placed it next to his bags. "No harm done." Tousling his son's hair, he smiled at the child. "Let me carry it the next time, Sport. You can carry something else"
"Okay." Hank climbed on a stool and leaned on the counter. "Can I have melon for lunch Mommy?"
Surprised, Brennan placed a folded towel on the pile next to her elbow. "Don't you want anything else? I thought you wanted some spaghetti."
"Oh yeah, I forgot." Hank sighed. "Can I have both?"
Chuckling, Booth picked up the melon and carried into the kitchen. "Sure, why not?" After he placed the melon on the counter, he began to put up the groceries and cleaning supplies he had bought. "I have a few more bags in the truck. I'll go get them as soon as I put up the cold stuff."
Just to be cautious, Brennan checked on the marinara sauce simmering on the back of the stove, replaced the lid on the pot and began to help to restock the cabinets from the bags. Booth took the opportunity to go back to the truck and to return with the rest of the groceries. Once everything was put away, Booth grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and checked the mail on the counter. "What's this? A letter from your high school?" He looked at the envelope and wondered what Brennan's weirdo classmates wanted from her.
"I don't know, since I clearly haven't opened it." Back at the counter, Brennan continued to fold the rest of the clean towels.
"Want me to open it?" Booth never opened mail that didn't belong to him. Brennan liked her privacy.
Uncertain, Brennan sighed, took the envelope from Booth's hand and opened it. Once she had read it, she sighed once more. "I have been invited to my 25th Class reunion . . . This is the first invitation they have ever sent me . . . I wonder why they've sent one now?"
"Who knows?" Booth grabbed a towel and began to fold it. "Your weirdo classmates probably need the bodies since two of your classmates were murdered and one of them is in prison for those murders." Muttering under his breath, Booth felt like those people in Burtonsville were way too creepy. Fucking lunatics.
"I hardly think that is the reason." Brennan finished the last towel. "Perhaps they would just like to be friendly . . . That would be a first of course, but I suppose it's possible."
Snorting, Booth grabbed the folded towels and started walking towards the bathroom in the hallway. "And the moon is made of cheese."
She knew he was being sarcastic and let it slide. "I'll have to think about it."
"You do that." Still muttering, Booth felt like his wife had gone through enough with her psycho classmates, but the decision to go was hers. He'd try to support whatever decision she made.
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Though he had hoped this wouldn't happen, Booth found himself standing in the parking lot of Burtonsville High as he waited for Brennan to leave the truck. Glancing at his watch under the sodium lights above him, he sighed and hoped that Brennan didn't plan to stay for the entire reunion. Her classmates were a little too much to take and he didn't look forward to listening to innuendo and slanderous digs against his wife. He'd put up with that the last time because they were under cover and investigating a murder. As a private citizen he wasn't going to allow anyone to disrespect Brennan. He'd had enough of Burtonsville's classless wonders.
She came around the truck and Booth felt his heart beat just a little faster. Brennan was always beautiful to him, but on these special occasions, she seemed to take his breath away. The blue sapphire tear drop earrings dangling from her ears, the blue and silver dress she wore and the matching handbag and shoes accented her beauty and made him proud to be seen with her. "You'll knock their socks off."
"Why would . . . yes, I understand." She smiled at Booth and felt her heart race as she took in his black suit, light blue shirt and black and light blue tie. He was beautiful to her, he always had been. "You look quite handsome."
"Thanks." He held out his crooked arm and his eyes gleamed. "Shall we?"
Placing her arm around his arm, Brennan started to walk towards the gymnasium. "I think we shall." She was prepared for the worse and hoped for the best.
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As they walked into the gymnasium Booth could see the former classmates of Brennan turn to face them and to his shock, they began to clap and cheer. Not sure what was going on, he moved his free hand up to place it on her arm as she gripped his arm harder. "It's okay, Bones."
Uncertain why she was being honored, Brennan decided to be wary just in case this was her classmate's idea of a joke. Not sure what they should do, Brennan stopped forcing Booth to stop too.
Rushing up to the couple, Carey Turner placed her hands on Brennan's arm and grinned. "Temperance we're so glad that you and Kent, I mean Seeley could come to our reunion. We're so honored that you came."
Shocked, Booth stared at Carrie suspiciously. "Honored? Why honored?"
Overhearing the conversation, Brad Benson moved closer. "What do you mean? Because of you and your husband, a plot against our government was uncovered and a bunch of traitors are now in prison . . . We all read about it and saw it in the news and we couldn't believe what was happening . . . several congressmen and senators, judges, policeman, lawyers, lobbyists . . . rich assholes with more money than brains . . . you took them down and we owe you. I mean there isn't any way we can repay you for what you did for this country, but we wanted you to know what an honor it is to be classmates of yours . . . When you said you'd come to our reunion we were . . . I guess we were surprised you'd come back after the way we treated you the last time you were here."
"The way some of you treated her, Brad. Not all of us." Andy Pfleuger moved across the room and protested what Brad had said. "It was mostly Julie that was so rude, Brad and we know why now. She killed your wife and poor Sarah and she didn't want Temperance on the case."
That wasn't how Booth remembered what had happened, but since Brennan didn't seem to be inclined to correct her old boyfriend then he wasn't about to either. "Still teaching Shop, Andy?" Andy was a freaking creep as far as Booth was concerned and he didn't know why Brennan had been interested in him in high school.
"Yes, of course." He wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a dig, so Andy took the question at face value. Waving at Becky who was standing near the punch bowl, Andy wanted her to join them. "Becky, come say hi to Temperance . . . Temperance you should know that Sheriff Conway and I are married now. We decided we'd had enough of the single life and we tied the knot the year after Julie was convicted of murder . . . man, she was nuts."
"I'll say." Booth spoke softly but he noticed that Brad had heard him and he shrugged his shoulders.
Though Temperance had never been Becky's favorite classmate, the sheriff knew it was time to let the past go. "Congratulations on taking down that Durant character and those traitors that worked for him. I was happy to hear he got the death penalty . . . bastard."
Before she could reply, Brennan spotted Mr. Ray Buxley approaching with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a red white and blue tie and he was grinning. "Miss Temperance . . . Welcome back to Burtonsville . . . I knew you were a good un when you were a child and I'm glad I wasn't wrong. I am so proud of you. A famous author, a famous scientist and now a patriot." He wiped a tear from his left eye. "I am so proud of you and your husband of course." He handed Brennan the flowers. "I'm surprised you came, but I want to thank you for overlooking the past and well . . . I'm just about to bust my buttons knowing someone like you." He wiped another tear from his cheek.
Surprised that Mr. Buxley was being so emotional, she handed the flowers to Booth and hugged the only friend she'd had while she was in high school. "Thank you Mr. Buxley."
"There, there." Ray blushed and knew his face was beet red. "No need to thank me. I was just speaking the truth."
Taking the flowers back from her husband, Brennan looked at them and smiled. "I didn't expect such a reception."
"No kidding." Booth was stunned. Brennan's classmates were awful people as far as he was concerned, but if they wanted to act decent for once towards his wife, then he appreciated the effort. The band was playing and Booth was in the mood to dance. "Bones, care to dance?"
The music was slow and inviting, so Brennan placed the flowers on an empty table, moved into Booth's arms and slowly danced with him. "I know I'm repeating myself, but this isn't what I was expecting."
"Yeah, well I guess leopards really can change their spots."
Confused, Brennan stopped dancing. "I don't understand. There are no leopards here and they really can't change their spots since the spots are part of their coat."
Amused, Booth chuckled and encouraged Brennan to continue to dance. "Yeah, I don't know why I said that."
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