AN: Okay, this chapter has been done a bit differently than the last two, but it still has the element of both in the same place at the same time. I'm curious though. I have several chapters planned out for this fiction, but I'm wondering if there are any specific moments that you would like to see them both at. This is a challenge because you have to think about what we know of these two characters. Think about what Brennan has done in her past, and what we know about Booth. I'm open to suggestions of places and times you'd like to see them intersect. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

1990

"Oh come on ref, what are you blind? That pass was illegal!" Temperance looked up from her book to the television as her brother, Russ yelled at the screen. She would just never understand sports. It seemed that anything involving a stick or a ball turned perfectly nice guys into total Neanderthals. She would give the basketball players on the screen one thing though, they certainly were hot, just like the lacrosse player at her school, Andy Pfleuger. She smiled a little as she thought of the good looking high school student. The only person who knew that she had a crush on him was her mother.

"I'll tell you what Russ," Matthew Brennan said as he joined his son on the couch, "that number ninety eight is giving our team a run for the money."

"Eh, he's okay."

"Okay? That kid's got the best three point record in college basketball, and he's just a freshman. He keeps playing like this and he'll make it all the way to the pros." Temperance glanced at the screen again to take a look at the player that her father and brother were talking about. Number ninety eight, Booth was certainly athletic looking, but there was something else about him that held her interest.

"Dad, he looks familiar," she said, "Do you know where he's from?"

"I'm not sure honey, but he's probably from somewhere in Pennsylvania."

"Tempe dear, can you help me set the table please," Christine Brennan asked as she peeked her head out of the kitchen. Temperance nodded and set her book down as she left to help out her mother.

"Mom, I heard from my homeroom teacher, Mr. Heck that the school is planning a trip to Europe next year. Do you think I could go?" Christine frowned as she handed her daughter a stack of plates and some silverware.

"I don't know. I don't like the idea of you being away from us, and you'd be on another continent..."

"But who knows when I'll have the chance to do this again. They only do the trip every other year, and by that time I'll have graduated. Please?"

"What's going on, Matthew asked as he got up off of the couch for a beer. He looked from his daughter to his wife as he waited for an answer.

"Tempe wants to go to Europe next year with the school." Temperance watched as a long look passed between her parents. She frowned, wondering what the look meant. If there was one thing that she knew she'd never been good at, it was reading expressions, although from the looks of her parents, she wouldn't be getting good news.

"I know that it can be dangerous to travel on your own, but I won't be. I'll be with other students and chaperones as well. Please can I go dad?"

"Well," Matthew said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I can talk to Trevor Heck and see if they need anymore chaperones. If they do, then you can go, but you aren't going on the trip unless I can be there too."

It wasn't a no, so Temperance smiled and bounced up and down a little as she set the table for dinner. She intended to do something great with her life, and traveling was on her agenda, but this would be such a great opportunity. She was pulled from her musings as her brother let out a surprised expletive.

"Dad, you need to see this," Russ said as he leaned in closer to the television. Temperance looked at the screen just as number ninety eight landed a three pointer. As his feet touched the ground, a player from the opposing team shoved him, sending him down onto the ground. There was a bit of a loud popping sound and the player, Booth was writhing on the floor of the court.

"Oh ouch, I think he dislocated his shoulder." Matthew shook his head as he continued to watch the screen. "I hope something like that won't end his career. He's way too good to have that happen to him."

"I dunno dad, I think it's gonna put him out the rest of the season."

"That's too bad. That kid had a lot of potential." Matthew turned from the television and slipped past his wife and into the kitchen for his beer. Temperance watched just a little bit longer as the coach and some medics rushed out onto the court to tend to the injured player. If he was as good as her father said he was, then it would be a shame if this injury ended his chances to play sports. As the game went to commercial, she returned her attention to her task of setting the table. She wondered briefly what his life would be like if he didn't play anymore. Had he even thought about what he wanted to do with his life if he couldn't play professionally? What if he was there on a sports scholarship? Would he be able to still attend school, or would his chances at college end with that injury. When I go to college, she thought as she finished up the table, I'll be there on a full academic scholarship, and nothing is going to keep me from graduating. Sitting down for dinner, she hoped the same thing for number ninety eight.