Hey all. I know these chapters are kind of sort and I kind of feel like I'm rushing this story but with one character it makes it really easy to write. Anywho, hope you enjoy.

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"Why are we here?" Booth asked harshly, his voice laced with anger. "I don't want to be here."

"Seeley," she replied, her voice calm and serene once again. "We must."

As they walked among the headstones slowly, Booth bit back the tears for what he might find here.

They came to stop at a small simple headstone. The words, Zachary Uriah Addy were etched into the detailed stone. Beloved Friend. Beloved Son.

They were silent as Christine began walking again. Booth followed shortly after, taking one last look at the resting place of the young man who had held a small place in his heart.

He slowed as she came to a stop at a large mausoleum, it read: Hodgins. Booth stepped closer and read the names of every family member laid to rest within, at the bottom was the name Booth knew most: Dr. Jack Stanley Hodgins.

Booth swallowed the lump in his throat as he processed the death of his two comrades. "What happened to them? To Zack and Hodgins?"

Christine took in a deep breath. "Your friend Zack was killed in an explosion. His death was caused by Howard Epps. A man that, without you here, killed that young boy and remains on the lose now, these three months later." Christine turned to face the large stone mausoleum. "And dear Jack, was killed while working on the Gravedigger case. He was kidnapped and suffocated underground within his car. The team didn't find him in time."

Booth thought for a moment. "But why, if I wasn't there, did these cases get brought to the squints? Without me they should have never touched these cases."

Christine smiled. "Just because you don't exist doesn't mean life didn't happen without you in your place. The team went on to have many agents. Several died from what was later deemed "lack of field experience" by Deputy Director Stinson."

He could feel his anger rising within, and bit back his words as to not yell at the woman before him. "But Bones is strong, she could have handled this without me there. I know she could."

Christine bowed her head sadly. "Let's go."

As they began walking again, Booth tried to subside his anger and sort through the questions that his mind reeled with. When he felt her hand on his arm he knew that they had stopped. Booth turned his head to look at her and followed her gaze. There stood Max Keenan, with his back facing away.

"He can't see me." She said quietly. "No one can but you."

Booth nodded and walked towards the man. As Booth got a glimpse at the older man, he noticed the differences in his features. He must have not gotten the plastic surgery. Booth thought to himself.

"Whoa." Max said, startled as Booth approached him. "You're not a Fed are you? You look like a Fed."

Booth smiled, a half smile. "Nah, I'm not a Fed. Max, right?"

"Yeah…" Max said, slowly and warily. "And you are?"

"Call me Booth. I knew Christine." Booth replied, offering his hand.

As Max shook it tightly, his eyebrows crinkled in thought. "I didn't think Chris knew anyone about your age. Are you sure you're not a friend of Tempe's?"

Booth's smile grew. "Yeah, yeah I am actually. Do you know where I can find her?"

Max's face fell sadly. He nodded to their left.

Beside the gravestone of Christine Brennan rested the headstone of one Temperance Brennan.

Booth fell to his knees on the damp grass. Resting one hand on the corner of the stone, he wiped his face with the other. A True Joy. Beloved Daughter. Accomplished Woman. Booth read the words to himself, tracing the name "joy" with his large fingers.

As the tears began to roll freely from his dark eyes, Max Keenan slipped away once again. Leaving the mysterious young man alone with the woman he must've cared so deeply for.

"Why?" Booth screamed, turning in every direction, in search of the angel that brought him this cruel nightmare.

"Because that's life." She said suddenly, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Booth shrugged it off angrily. "No. Stop it." He yelled, standing to face her. "This is not the life she was meant for. She was meant for great things. And she was meant for- for-"

"For you." Christine finished. Booth simply nodded sadly in response. "Do you want to know how she died?"

He thought for a moment. "Jaime Kenton.'

She nodded in the affirmative.

Booth's fists clenched in anger at the thought of the horrible death she must have had. "This isn't what should have happened. She should have lived a full life."

"Don't you see Booth?" Christine interjected. "Without you, her life was a shell. Temperance, God bless her, didn't know love, or joy, or hope, or even faith. All she knew was pain and loss.

Her whole life consisted of losing her family and diving into science. When you arrived, her world was turned upside down. You brought her everything her life was without."

"But I've changed that now. So what is there for you to send me back to?" Booth questioned, frustration and pain edging his voice. "Why bother showing me this if you could choose to keep me?"

Christine smiled. "Are you asking for a sign of good faith, Seeley?"

Booth nodded. "Maybe I am."

"Well then," she said as the world around them shone bright with light. After a few seconds it got darker and colder. They now stood in front of a large white Victorian home, a light layer of snow sprinkled the lawn.

"Where are we?" He asked, looking around. Realization clicked as he saw his standard issue SUV and a small silver sports car in the driveway.

"This is your home Seeley." She gestured to the house. "Or at least, it could be."

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