(After season 12)
A/N: aadams00 wants a story about Hank's first date. I hope this is what you wanted.
I don't own Bones.
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Booth stood in the doorway of his son's bedroom and watched the boy brushing his hair. Hank seemed to be trying several ways to comb it and Booth found that very amusing. "Why not just comb it the way you normally do?"
Startled, the boy turned around and blushed. "I'm just experimenting." Just because his father wore his hair the same way all of the time didn't mean he had to.
"Donna has known you since grade school." Booth entered the room, pulled the chair away from the desk near the window and sat down. "Sit down, Hank. We need to talk."
He had known that this was coming, but the boy was still irritated that his father felt it was necessary. "Come on Dad. It's just a date. Donna and I are going to the movies and we're going to eat at Poppies."
Undeterred, Booth pointed at the bed and smiled. "This is your first date and I'm going to talk to you, so you might as well sit down."
Reluctantly, the boy placed his hair brush on the dresser and sat on his bed. Grimly, he folded his arms against his chest and waited.
"Yeah, yeah, you don't want your old man's advice, but you're going to get it anyway." Booth leaned back against the chair and crossed his legs. He wanted to give his son the impression that he was relaxed. "This is your first date and we need to go over some ground rules."
"I know Dad . . . home by ten, no movies rated above PG-13. Don't get into trouble. You've told me this like a million times." Hank was sixteen years old and he wanted his father to stop treating him like a kid. "I'm sixteen Dad. I'm not going to do anything stupid."
His smiled faded as he stared at his son. "You won't? . . . I expect you to behave like a gentleman while you're with Donna. She's fifteen years old. You two are too young for sex."
"Dad!" The teenager couldn't believe his father was bringing that up. "For God's sake. We're going to a movie and eat out. We aren't going to a hotel and make out . . . Her father already told me that he'd track me down and blow my nuts off if I don't behave with Donna. I'm not stupid."
Donna's father was a major in the United States Army and a veteran having served in two foreign engagements. Booth admired the man and he knew that Bruce was very protective of his children. "I'd take him seriously if I were you. There's plenty of time for sex when you get older, but right now you two are still kids and I want you to remember that it only takes one mistake to change your life forever."
"Like you, Dad?" Hank smugly replied to his father. "According to Mom, none of your kids were planned. We were all mistakes."
His eyes hooded, Booth glared at his son's disrespect. "I was a man when my children were born. I was thirty when Parker was born and I was in a relationship with his mother. Yeah, we should have been using protection, but we were going to get married and we were careless, but we were adults not kids, not teenagers."
His father's voice was filled with anger and Hank knew he had crossed a line he shouldn't have. "Dad . . ."
Booth cut him off with a wave of a hand. "You have big plans. You want to go to college and study to be a veterinarian. What do you think would happen to your plans if you became a father at seventeen or eighteen? Donna wants to become a CPA. What do you think would happen to her plans if she became pregnant while she was in high school? Yes, my kids weren't planned for and that's my fault, but when my kids came, I was working at a job I loved. I was in a relationship with a woman I loved and wanted to be with for the rest of my life. Rebecca and I didn't work out, but that's beside the point. Your Mom and Rebecca were already working in their fields and your mother was the best anthropologist in the world not some teenager just starting her life when she had Christine and you. Don't you dare ever bring that up again as an excuse for anything. I love my kids and even though they weren't planned for they're all loved, including you. I supported my kids because I was a man when they were born. Do you think a teenage boy with no job can do that?"
"Dad . . ." Hank tried to stop his father's rant. The man was getting angrier by the minute and he was staring to worry. "Dad . . ."
Abruptly, Booth stood up, jammed his hands in his pants pockets and left the room. Furious that his son had been so disrespectful, he marched down the hallway and into the living room where he started to pace.
Brennan noticed her husband's agitation as she watched him walk past the kitchen and she knew that his talk with Hank had gone awry. Moving down the hallway, she entered her son's bedroom and stared at the boy. "Why is your father angry?"
Embarrassed, the teenager sighed and kept his eyes on the rug at his feet. "Dad was trying to give me the sex talk. He thinks I'm stupid, but I'm not. I don't plan on having three unplanned kids like he did and I told him so."
Shocked, Brennan shook her head in disbelief. "Hank, how could you talk to your father like that? He loves his children and he didn't sire any of them as a teenager. He was a grown male and in serious relationships when he sired his children. Yes, they weren't planned, but that doesn't mean anything. I can assure you most pregnancies are not planned for and your father was ready to financially support his children when they were born." Calmer, Brennan sat down on the chair her husband had vacated earlier. "He wants you to have all of the facts. Siring a child as a teenager can cause many complications. Both parents usually end up with less education because they both have to work to support their child unless they give that child up for adoption. Less education means they may not attain the career that they want."
Hank knew that he should have never said what he said to his father and his mother berating him for it made the situation worse. "I'm sorry okay? I just didn't want Dad to give me a lecture on sex. I already know what I need to know and my date with Donna is just going to be a movie and pizza. We aren't going to have sex or anything. I bet you didn't talk to Christine like this. It isn't fair you're talking to me about sex just because I'm a guy."
"If that is what you think, then you are wrong. Christine was given all the facts she needed before her first date too . . . Do you know how old I was before I had sex?" Brennan watched her son finally look up and stare at her instead of the rug.
His cheeks red from embarrassment, Hank shook his head. "God, Mom, I don't want to know that. Come on. You're my mother for crying out loud."
"I was 22." She had been very careful about her first time having sex and she had planned it out carefully. She wanted her son to understand that not everyone had sex in their teens.
"22?" Hank stared at his mother and wondered if she was lying. "Really?"
A slight smile on her lips. Brennan nodded her head. "Yes really. I was very careful about choosing my moment. I was well versed in birth control and I was prepared. Can you say the same?"
"Gosh Mom." Hank wished he had never agreed to go on the date with Donna. "You and Dad don't seem to get it. I'm just going to a movie. Donna and I are best friends and we aren't going to do anything that'll ruin our chances to go to college. You should trust me. I'm not dumb and neither is Donna. You and Dad have given me the sex talk more than once and I understand. I do. Just trust me, okay? Just trust me."
Brennan stood up, moved over to the bed and sat down next to her son. "We do trust you, Hank, but you're young and it doesn't hurt to remind you of certain facts when it's necessary. You really shouldn't have talked so disrespectfully to your father. He didn't deserve that. He loves you very much. You are our last-born child and there will be no more after you. We want you to have the same advantages as your brother and sister. Do you understand?"
Placing his arm around his mother's waist, Hank leaned against her. "I love you too Mom."
"I hope you have fun on your date and if you have any problems, feel free to call me or your father." Brennan felt like she was losing her little boy and she knew that was ridiculous. She wasn't losing anything, but it still felt like her world was changing and she wasn't ready for it. Standing she leaned over and kissed the boy on the cheek. "You look so much like your father. It's uncanny."
Hank smiled and stood up. "You think so?" The boy loved his father and wanted to be like him as much as possible. His father was a hero and everyone liked him.
"Yes, I really think so." Brennan walked over to the door and looked back. "You need to brush your hair. It looks strange."
Surprised, Hank stood up and looked in the mirror. Picking up the brush he styled his hair like he normally wore it. He wanted to look good for Donna, after all it was his first date with her.
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"Dad, I'm sorry I was such a smart ass." Hank stood near the fireplace and looked at his father with uncertainty. He knew he had crossed a line he shouldn't have, but he hoped his father would forgive him. "I didn't meant it."
Sitting down on the couch, Booth stared at his youngest child for a few seconds and then smiled. "I'm sorry you're a smart ass too."
The teenager snorted and shook his head. "I'll be home at ten." Waving his hand, he left the room. He needed to hurry or he was going to be late for his date.
Once the boy was out of the house, Brennan joined Booth in the living room, handing him a bottle of beer before she sat down. "He was rude, but he's a teenager. He didn't mean to be mean to you."
Taking the bottle, Booth twisted off the cap and drank a third of the bottle before he placed it on the coffee table with the bottle cap. "He reminds me too much of Jared and that worries me."
"He is nothing like Jared and you know that." Brennan placed her bottle of beer on the coffee table and placed her arm around her husband's arm. "He's just young and has a lot to learn. Jared was a selfish man who never took responsibility for anything he did. Our son is a very responsible young man and he will do the right thing. I trust him and so do you."
"Yeah, I do." Booth sighed. "It was easier when our kids were little. Now Parker and Christine are adults and Hank is not too far behind them. I want them to be happy. It's all I ever wanted. Just be happy."
She loved her husband so much. He was a good father. He had always been a good father. "They are happy, Booth and so am I."
"Oh yeah?" Booth leaned against his wife and smiled. "We're alone in the house right now. The kid won't be back until ten. Want to make out?"
As she slipped her hand down Booth's thigh, Brennan laughed. "When have I ever turned down sex, Booth?" Her hand approaching her objective, Brennan knew that her life was moving into a new phase and it would be just as interesting as the last twenty-seven years had been with Booth in her life. She was losing nothing by her children getting older. She wasn't losing anything at all.
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