Chapter Two

Ok, I think I forgot to say a few things in the first chapter of this story. I forgot to mention that I aged Parker to be about 10, because I'm not good at writing using young children's characters (Booth and Brennan are still the same but are obviously a little older). Also, I am English. I'm sorry to offend of annoy anyone, but being so English, I find it hard to write using American terms, words or slang. If writing about American characters in an English fashion displeases you then here is some advice- either don't read this story, or copy it to your computer and change it to how you want it. I don't mean that to sound rude, but I really am serious. I can't write…… Americanly. As always, please take the time to review- without those helpful reviews on chapter one I would have carried on without you knowing the above. Also, I am not entirely sure that Booth has parents, but if not, these can be his old foster parents or something. Somebody get back to me maybe?

Sorry again to offend anyone, and thanks.

Silver puff x x x x x x

Overall the car journey was a pleasant one. Brennan was amazed at how much fun card games with a ten year old could be. Then there was the radio. Booth kept fiddling with it until he found a station playing a song he liked. If he couldn't, he'd simply pop a cd into the slot and hum to it, until the three of them were eventually singing along. It took a lot to make Brennan join in at first, but the two guys got her there in the end. A favorite of Booth and his son seemed to be Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer' as they played it every time they couldn't find anything else. After having eaten most of the food he had brought with him, Parker fell asleep draped across Brennan's knees. The windows were open, letting in a comfortable amount of air and for a while the car was silent apart from the radio. Booth kept his eyes on the road, looking up every so often into the rear mirror to check on his sleeping son. Brennan was so relaxed she almost fell asleep herself, but maintained her gaze out of the window with her sunglasses on her head keeping her hair out of her eyes. Booth fiddled with the radio once more, until he found a station playing a familiar song. He glanced briefly n the mirror, and saw her almost sad eyes looking back at him.

When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand
and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest nights.

Brennan closed her eyes and sighed. She felt bad for being so difficult with Booth, after all, he had been her shoulder to cry on for a long time now. Without him, who knows where she would be now?

You just call out my name,
and you know wherever I am
I'll come running,
To see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
all you have to do is call
and I'll be there, yes I will.

You've got a friend.

Booth kept glancing at the two of them in the mirror. Parker was still asleep on Brennan, and she looked like she was sleeping too. It felt good to see her at such ease, especially with his son. His job could be so difficult sometimes, as could hers. He needed her. She needed him. Without each other, he doubted that they would have made it this far.

If the sky above you
should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind
should begin to blow
Keep your head together
and call my name out loud
and soon I will be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name
and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yes I will.

Brennan was not asleep. She lifted her head and stared into the mirror, listening intently to the song on the radio. Booth was concentrating on the road, but she knew he was listening too, because she noticed the tiny muscle in his cheek twitch as it always did when he was thinking about something. She smiled to herself, still gazing into the mirror. It was a few minutes before she realized that he was smiling back.

You Got a Friend.

Parker stirred on Brennan's lap, groaning slightly.

"Everything ok back there?" Booth asked, slowing down at a crossroads.

"Yes, he just stirred." Brennan answered quietly, laying a hand gently on Parker's arm to steady him as the car turned.

"He's sound asleep."

"That's my boy." Booth smiled to himself.

"What about you, you ok?"

Brennan nodded, again steadying the sleeping child's head in her lap.

"You know Booth, this isn't your most careful driving." She grinned teasingly.

"Yeah? Well when you meet my mother you'll understand why I don't want to be late."

Brennan laughed, amused at the scared note in Booth's voice.

"So aside from the embodiment of evil that is your mother, what are we going to?"

Booth sighed.

"Well, she may be evil but she cooks great, so we have a barbeque planned, and some of the family are coming too for a pool party- they have a heated swimming pool and a garden shed full of inflatable objects. My personal favorite is the blow up crocodile, but Parker prefers the whale."

Brennan had to smile.

"Which one can I have?"

"Hmmm. I think the super soaker water gun would match your temper perfectly. Although, if you get too violent, I might have to arrest you."

He laughed as Brennan threw a ball of rolled up tinfoil from the sandwiches at him.

"No seriously, evil mother aside, its great fun. And Parker likes you, so you won't get dunked quite as often as everyone else."

Brennan looked at the sleeping child, then at his father. She was looking forwards to a weekend away with them, but there was one big thing threatening to ruin it.

She was terrified of water.

Ok, so that wasn't not the most exciting chapter ever, but its building up to stuff…….