That evening, Brennan and her mild but very Boothy son Parker, sat deciding on the book she promised the FBI. She wanted his outlook, perception, and The Booth Ethos to help her understand how best to present the special agent to the world. Hank was too much like herself. But Hank didn't have the heartbreak and the loneliness. But Parker had the raw Booth. The soldier Booth, the rejected Booth. Her children had a different man whom they grew up with. They grew up with Seeley Booth, the Special Agent loved or hated by the world. Respected by most, Parker had seen the vulnerable Booth, had seen the Booth, trying to do his best. He was foiled, tripped up by those he loved, and hurt most profoundly by those he tried to protect—Parker from all the horror. But Parker had been placing in the hands of more than one serial killer. There were always threats that Parker could have been kidnapped. Those threats were used against Booth that he was not a good father. This tore him both ways. But it also toward the son who loved his father. Parker always knew that his mother tried to use him as a tool to hurt Booth, or why because Booth was too good. And both would give in if it mattered that Parker would be hurt. The other children all saw both realized with a family. They all saw Booth as a husband, They missed the worst parts, complicated parts, but Parker knew all of it. And that is why it hurt Parker to be accused that he didn't know his father. It cut him to the quick. It pulled him to such a point that he was willing to walk out, not to cause more pain. Again, that is Booth, Brennan while sitting, thinking about what she was going to write. She came to one realization very quickly after the conversation she had with Parker. As a famous writer, she would be the first name in the book; people would want to see her perception. But her equal co-authorship would be Parker's. No one else. If the other children wanted to help, I would put them in the dedication, but Parker would have a spot on the cover. Bones left her headspace, looked towards Parker, and said, "Could you take a look at my eulogy. Before you ask, yes, If your father was present, He would hate it, but it will help show the world and who he was. Truth is the basis of all and the base of all that will come. Your father has always been far too humble for his good. I am going to try to get for him what he should have always received.
Parker sat back thoughtfully and read through the eulogy. It was a typical work of hers, the standard of his stepmother, insightful, brilliant, but full of heart. Parker put down his pen and addressed his stepmother, "Bones when Christine said those awful things. I was a little hurt. But Mom, this is truly amazing. Could you, by chance, take a look at the obituary? I need to send it. By the way, how many newspapers are thinking about, just the local DC papers or some of the regional ones? Brennan snatched up the paper, sat back with her pen and her most professorial manner, began to make little notes on the side of things that could be improved. Amplified, expanded. And then she looked over at Parker and said, "only local DC? That will not do! National papers, I'm going to call in a few favours. I want an international taste too. What is the use of being famous? If you can't use it to your advantage. " She smiled to herself; that was her husband Booth talking. That wasn't her. But that was when he was angry. And it came back to her the moment when most wasn't able to do anything. He just stormed around spouting. I'm going to spread the pain. She was about to begin to administer.