Christine's Pov

By the time our plane landed in Paris it was morning. Michael and I had slept until the point of touchdown, which had been good since I doubted we were going to get any sleep until tonight. We'd gotten off the plane with a very hyperactive Katherine and found our parents. Then we took a long drive to our hotel, Hotel Duquesne Eiffel, where we were going to stay in three superior rooms. Mom and Dad in one, Angela and Hodgins in another with Katherine and Michael and me were staying in our own room that had two separate beds in it, though those beds are in the same room. Katherine would be sleeping on a couch that unfolds, which she could do in Michael's and I's room but she preferred to be with her mom and dad. All our rooms had balconies and we would be able to see the Eiffel Tower from them. Dad was now not so happy with the idea of me sharing a room with Michael, but he'd get over it, hopefully.

We arrived at the hotel by noon and it was magnificent. I was looking forward to this; I mean who got to spend three weeks in Paris with their boyfriend. I know it was probably weird that right now, I could only see Michael as being my one and only boyfriend. Most people had heaps of boyfriends or girlfriends, especially in high school, our parents definitely had until they had found each other. Actually, even after that they dated people, but then ended up getting married in the end.

We got checked into the hotel easily and got up to our floor, then dad handed me Michael's and I's room key.

"Unpack and then we can head to the Louvre after breakfast." Angela said and we both nodded since we knew Angela wouldn't wait around. I mean she and Hodgins had lived here for seven months before, but Angela would never stop appreciating the beauty of art.

I opened the door to our room and was amazed at how beautiful it was. Everything was beautiful; there was no other word to describe this place. I mean there was, like exquisite and picturesque, but beautiful seemed adequate.

"No wonder my mother loves Paris." Michael said and I laughed because I couldn't blame her for wanting to live here. Funnily enough she had stayed in the states after everyone had helped save Cam's job years ago because she had found out she was pregnant with Michael and wanted him to be brought up in Washington.

I went into our room and choose the bed closer to the en-suite, placing my bag on top of it. I couldn't be bothered unpacking right now, so I went out to the small balcony and looked out at the Eiffel tower. I could feel Michael coming up behind me and in a second he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"How exactly do I say I love you in French?" He asked and I smiled. "

Je t'aime." I said.

"Je t'aime Christine." He whispered into my ear and I smiled.

"You know French sounds good when you use it, maybe you should get your dad to teach you." I said and he chuckled.

"He wouldn't, because it would mean we'd have less bug and plant time. Plus I prefer bugs; you don't have to learn different languages to speak to them, unlike how I have to speak with you." He said and I rolled me eyes.

"And what language exactly do you often use to speak to me, because I'm pretty sure it's English" I said and he laughed as he kissed my cheek lightly.

"Why the language of love of course." He said, trying to do the accent of a French man. He was so much like his father sometimes that I was beginning to think that he was going to give me a pet snake, which I'd kill him for because I am deadly afraid of snakes and spiders, which he knew of course because he'd been my best friend since before I could properly talk.

"You can be as big of a dork as your father, you know that right." I said and he shrugged as he back to our bedroom.

"And you can have a bit of rude mouth, I mean you are the one who called your teacher a jackass when you were four." He said and I glared at the back of his head. He had been hanging that over my head for years. I mean it wasn't my fault my mother had told me it was okay to say that, or that she'd said I could call her it too. Dad hadn't liked it, but from what I heard he'd laughed when mom had to try and explain to me why I couldn't call my teacher a jackass. I mean I knew why now, but I hadn't back when I was a little kid.

"Really, you're going to keep using that against me. I was four, how was I supposed to know I couldn't call my teacher a jackass? My mom had said it was fine and I didn't realize I should have listened to my dad." I said as we started to unpack our bags and he smiled.

"Well according to your mother you should have been." He said and I glared at him. Okay, now that was a low blow. Everyone knew my mom had high expectations of me because of how smart she is, and so far I had achieved those expectations when it came to grades. I'd never gotten anything lower than an A.

"Well my mother isn't right about everything, and I am half of my father as well. I mean I believe in God, while my mom constantly says he's a myth. I skip school, I follow my heart more than my head and I don't believe that just because it's logical it's right. I also don't think I'm the best in whatever I do." I said and he gave me a mischievous look.

"Can I tell her that you don't think she's right about everything?" He asked with his trademark smirk and I gave him my killer glare.

"If you do I will beat you to death, and that isn't a threat Mike." I said with a sweet smile, and I knew he knew I meant it. I loved him, but I did not want to get into an argument with my mother about how she isn't right about everything. "Now come on, I'm hungry and I want a croissant."

"Sure you don't mean Mickey Mouse pancakes?" He asked me as we left the room and I gave him a look.

"That is one thing I'm not embarrassed of Michael, I love those pancakes." I said and we heard doors open as I locked ours and slipped the key into the small bag that was hanging off my shoulder.

"What are you two arguing about?" Dad asked and I shook my head.

"That wasn't an argument dad, if it was I'd be trying to kill him like I used to, back when we were just friends. We were just having a discussion about how Mickey Mouse pancakes are the best pancakes there are." I said.

"The shape of a pancake has nothing to do with the taste Christine." Mom said and I gave her a look. "I'm assuming that's not what you meant when you said they were the best though."

"Nope, I was just proving a point to my boyfriend. He was making fun of me for liking them." I said, then I remembered something and turned to look at him. "Which you really shouldn't do unless you want me to tell Kate the truth about a certain thing you and Darius did."

"You wouldn't." He said and I smiled, making sure he knew I would.

"How about we head to breakfast before you two start fighting?" Dad said. He seemed at ease about this whole thing, I mean it was like we were still just friends.

X

We found a beautiful place to have breakfast and I got my croissant, actually I got two of them and they were absolutely delicious, I also got a pretty good coffee too.

"So we never asked you, why exactly did you two not want to tell us you were going to the children's ward every Wednesday?" Angela asked and I smiled. It was the same reason my dad hadn't told anyone when he'd put that carnival together for the sick kids.

"First Corinthians 13:4 = "Charity suffers long, and is kind; charity envies not; charity brags not itself; it is not puffed up." I believe that charity is meant to be unknown, that you shouldn't talk about it or brag about it. That whatever you do, it stays between you, the people you help and God." I explained and I saw both mom and dad smile at me. They knew what I meant and that was all I cared about.

"All Christine and I want to do is bring more light into those kids lives, we don't want to get recognized for that. The only reason our principle found out was because his son had a brain tumor and saw us there. He thinks what we do is great and he didn't care that we were missing school, still he called you all because he didn't have a choice." Michael said and I smiled at him.

"The nurse told us about you and Alice Christine, she must be really close to you." Mom said and I nodded.

"Yeah, she's kinda like a little sister. I have to admit, she's the one person I'm really worried about at the moment. She's getting sicker each day; the doctors don't think she'll make it till the end of the summer." I said. I worried about her.

"You've helped her last longer than the doctors thought before." Mom said and I looked at her. Wait, was she implying what I thought she might be?

"Are you saying that as in it was some sort of miracle?" I asked.

"No, I'm simply saying they miscalculated and that due to that she got to spend more time with you." She stated and I sighed. Should have realized, of course she wouldn't believe in miracles. I mean it wasn't like I had been born in a similar way to the way Jesus had been born or that she had seen her dead mom when she had been shot by a blood bullet all those years ago. After all of that she still wouldn't believe in miracles.

"Well I think it's somewhat of a miracle personally, and I'm glad. She deserves to live longer than she's going to get to. She's the sweets girl I've ever met." I said. Mom and dad had fought about my going to church a lot, and then had left it up to me in the end. I believed that there was I higher power, maybe it was because I saw death a lot or maybe it was just because I believed.

X

Later on we went to the Louvre and it was crowded. Still, Angela was in heaven and I loved it just as much as she did. The artwork was beautiful, but still it was a little bit too hectic for my tastes. It was worth it though, though Hodgins did keep Katherine right by his side the whole time.


Again, if the French is wrong I apologize. I don't actually know French, it's a learn as I write sort of thing. And like always, I'd love to hear feedback.