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Sampson was sitting between Temperance's legs with both of their fronts being warmed by the campfire. Hodgins had taken more than half of the campers on a stargazing trip. Angela and Kat were with most of the girls making bracelets with the yarn Angela had brought along. While they worked and gossiped, Temperance and Booth sat with the other kids around the campfire. Seeley was helping with smores, as Temperance sat warming herself and relaxing. Her gaze was focused on the flame as she listened to Sampson tell a story about what him and his buddy Alex did earlier that day when they were playing kick ball. Having known Sampson for quite sometime she didn't mind when he shifted himself into her lap. Being that dinner occurred about an hour before and he spent most of the day running around in the sun, Sampson was struggling to keep his eyes open once he completed telling of his adventures. In desperation to remain awake, Sampson asked Temperance to tell him a story.

"Once upon a time," she started, but before she could continue he piped up, "There should be a dragon in it, and a dinosaur." Chuckling slightly to his request she started again, "Once upon a time, there was a T-Rex named Sam. He was the ruler of the dinosaurs. But one day another T-Rex came by and told him about this group of dragons, who were looking to settle in an area around their homes. This upset Sam because he thought he had found a nice safe place for all his friends but with dragons around he didn't know if the herbivores would be okay. They wouldn't be able to protect themselves from mighty dragons that wanted to eat them. So Sam came up with a plan. He would set up traps around their homes and their lands to protect them from the evil dragons." Brennan felt a tap on her shoulder she looked up to see Oliver Andrew.

"He's asleep. And when he's out, he's out. I can take him to his tent for you."

Temperance looked down and found the small boy resting against her body breathing deeply with a relaxed expression. She just nodded to Oliver and helped him pick up Sampson. It took her a minute to get over the warm lost when the boy's body was no longer against her. But the fire allowed her to get her warmth back quickly enough and the flames took her thoughts away.

From across the fire pit Booth watched Temperance caring for Sampson. Pretending to be focused on the fire he shifted his eyes from the flames to her every so often. She blushed when Oliver came over and took Sampson away. Knowing this would be his only chance to talk to her tonight, seeing how the guys were supposed to hang out later that night, he made his way over to her side of the fire. With her concentrating on the fire so intently, he felt not only intimidated by it but a little bad for wanting to interrupt her thoughts. He tapped her opposite shoulder and watched as she looked to her left to find no one there, and then turn to him with an eyebrow raised.

She looked a little disappointed to see him, he saw her shoulders slump and her eyes dart away from connecting with his.

What was he thinking, he had hardly said anything to her today and now he was sitting very close to her expecting it to be casual. If anything she must think he's desperate. There he was after he had snuck up on her the night before and once again struck up a personal conversation while simultaneously being questioned on his motives. It was obvious she thought he was a creep.

"What's Philly like?" she asked as the silence had become too great.

Booth turned towards her to see if she was being sarcastic or sincere. Her tone and expression read sincere so he thought about how to answer. "It's cold a lot. But nice cold, in the winter it's gorgeous with snow covering everything. I'm sure it's like that here too but winter just seems to fit there you know? Also it always seems alive. Like around here, you know back at the houses, it feels empty during the day because there is never anyone around. Philly there is always someone, in a rush usually but all the same. It just fits." Booth hadn't really been processing what he was saying while he said it so it surprised him when he was finished and saw her nodding slightly in understanding. "What is it really like here, when your parents are home and all?"

"Well Russ isn't there then, so it is a lot quieter. During the school year everything is a lot less exciting. It's the opposite of a busy and exciting. Mom and Dad really like structure so we follow a pretty regular schedule." Her answer felt much less interesting. He lived in a city with people surrounding him; her life seemed like dull in comparison.

"Well yeah I feel ya; it gets like that back home during the sports seasons." He said softly. Then they sat in silence and took in the events of the day. He felt his shoulders weigh down on him, as he's neck became tight. Booth moved his head around, resting it forward into his hands. The day had been long and tiring. So they sat in silence for a long time and it was comfortable. Their shoulders touched, his head hung low, hers held high, as they just sat. Most of the campers around camp were in their tent or were reading by the fire.

Liam walked along the path behind Hodgins. They were a little ways away from the field where they were gonna look at the stars. Madison was with her girlfriends a little ways behind him. They didn't seem to mind talking about him considering his proximity. It hurt him to hear them sharing their cruel thoughts so openly. He understood they think he's weird, he was, but the way the spoke made him wish he could just crawl under a rock to escape. Liam walked faster in the hopes it would make this trip end faster and so they couldn't see his pain. For a second he let himself believe Madison liked him. The group reached the field quickly and as soon as Hodgins told them to lie down, he chose to go as far away as he could from the others bearing a frown to the stars. While he could appreciate the beauty of the stars' intensity and vastness he was preoccupied by thoughts of how Madison's friends spoke of him. Liam closed his eyes as he felt his throat choke up and tears forming. All he could do was try and tell himself, that he wasn't going to cry. The grass next to him shifted and he felt a body lay next to him, Madison.

"I used to go to the park with my dad and do this," she said softly. But Liam didn't know how to respond, was he supposed to be mean to her? That didn't seem like it fit, it wasn't her fault she didn't feel the same way he did.

"That's cool," he figured if he casually brushed her off, maybe it wouldn't hurt as much in hindsight.

What he didn't expect was for her to roll onto her stomache and push herself up on to her elbows. She was looking intently at him, her eyes searching for something in his. He couldn't tell what was going to happen next, she was in complete control of the situation.

She moved one of her hands from supporting herself to reach over to his. Liam couldn't believe she was holding his hand, this didn't make sense! "You like science," she said matter-a-factly.

"You like math and numbers, and I've seen you sitting under the trees during free periods reading, so I assume you enjoy that too." Her eyes were telling him to just listen to her explain herself, so he let her continue. "You're different. And that can't be the easiest thing, and I feel terrible about what they were saying earlier. And I wanted to tell them to stop, but I was afraid you would hear or they would turn on me. But I'm still sorry, cause you don't deserve that, and I get why you might not want to talk to me now, but I thought that we were becoming friends, so I figured I could try and fix this stupidity before it becomes something more, or so we could become something more. You know what I'm saying?"

In all honesty Liam didn't follow everything she was saying because she was talking so fast and was tracing circles in his palm while she talked. The combination kept his mind at such a euphoria he couldn't concentrate on her speech, but catching the end, Liam felt a spark ignite in his heart. She wanted to be his friend, and maybe something more? Seriously his day went from worst ever to greatest in a heartbeat. "Yeah." he said simply feeling if he said anything further he would ruin the moment. Madison relaxed and turned to lie on her back, gazing at the sky above, still holding Liam's hand.

Camp was quiet, everyone had been in bed for hours; silence encompassed the camp. Booth and Hodgins had just come back with the rest of the guys from playing midnight soccer at a near by field. The guys seemed to use the walk back as a makeshift locker room, discussing their prospects with their female counterparts. Booth was disinterested by the chatter, it was obvious this group had been together for many years, and had already cycled through all possible pairings. Everyone seemed to have history with one another. Except, he found no one talked about Temperance or Angela. Booth assumed they didn't talk about Angela out of respect for Jack, but why not Temperance. It was obvious she had previously dated, and was not frigid. But he could see these fellas were not openly comfortable with her, they seemed to be friendly but nothing beyond as if she were off limits.

They got back to camp and most of the guys went right to bed, it had been a very long day. Booth knowing the probability of him being able to sleep if he returned to his tent would be close to none, sat by the stoked fire. He stretched himself across the bench and closed his eyes only to be startled moments later by Angela shoving his feet off for a place to sit.

Angela sat down next to Booth. "I get that I don't know you that well, but I'm just gonna talk for awhile and pretend you are listening. It will be easiest if you just tune out probably, but I can't really sleep right now. So I figure all talk myself to bed. Sorry if this inconveniences you but hey you don't have to listen or respond so I say you can suck it up." She turned towards him for approval to continue, he gave her a nod. "I've always hated this place. When I was little I always thought I was bigger then this. My mom tried to keep me from being exposed to all the stuff in my father's life that I was always compelled to reach out to that lifestyle until now. Like don't get me wrong I still like to party and all but there just isn't that rebellious buzz anymore. It feels weak not cool to go to these stupid things. I think it's Jack's fault. Right? Like before I wasn't like this, I was the goodtime girl. Suddenly I'm not, I'm like Bren. How is that right? Like the other week when I saw her all up on those guys at the party I was worried. Normally I would be out of my brain excited for her, she doesn't do that. But no I saw that and was scared for her. The next day I saw Russ at a store and told him that he should watch out for her and those guys. Come on how bogus is that, I tell the most overprotective brother in the world that there are guys going for his sister. That isn't me. But I find myself waking up in the morning crazy happy. When the sun comes up and a new day is here I'm just happy because even when it's five or six or seven in the morning I get to go to see Jack and Bren, and I know we will go out after work. Because there isn't anything better at this point then just hanging out with them. It's better then the old buzz. Is that good? It means I'm growing up right, cause I am finding a way to be happy that isn't dependent on irresponsibility and such. But what happens if me and Jack break up, cause obviously we are in high school and we will. I don't want to move backwards." She paused as if she was reconsidering her relationship with Hodgins because of this vulnerability. "Anyways I shouldn't be pissed about Bren, but I am. Like she didn't betray me or anything but I feel like she is doing stupid things to spite me or maybe Russ. Still she knows how terrible Connor was for her, he was a douche, and she knows that yet there she is all up on him. I get that it was for fun, maybe even to show him what he is missing but she had a drink in her hand every time I saw her that night. That isn't her. She's the opposite of Russ yet these idiots make her act like she is him, and she isn't doing anything actually, like she just plays along with them, her judgment isn't clouded usually, but still. And I'm her friend but I can't say anything because that would be hypocritical, I'm the big partier I can't tell her she shouldn't do that stuff. You know the night you met she was at a party with me, which she left because she didn't want to have to see me act like someone she didn't recognize. Now Eric is talking to her and is trying to move in on her, and I know Russ will stop it when he finds out but I worry she will go along with him, without actually being happy. I just worry about her." Angela stopped talking, she just sat looking distressed and Booth took this opportunity to offer a new point of view.

"I get that you are worried about becoming a different person, and that you are losing your identity. But Angela being the goodtime girl isn't who you are, its how you act. It's clear you may enjoy the fun of these events and all but you said it yourself, you are happy when you wake up in the morning now. So what if you don't live up to expectations of the other losers at dumb high school parties. If you feel safe and happy when you are being yourself just hanging out with Jack or Temperance then that is okay. You can be both if you want; your rebelliousness doesn't define you. And as for Temperance you just got to trust her. If you know how hard her life was when she was with these other guys she remembers too. And I don't think you actually believe she would blindly follow someone into a joyless relationship. There isn't a need to worry anyways; we both know Russ will take care of any guy who isn't good enough for her before they get close to forming a bond."

"You're right, I feel stupid now. You know you are a good listener."

Booth shrugged, "Didn't really have a choice in this case. But hey you should get to bed, got a big day tomorrow."

"Yeah, hey you know that after we get back from canoeing Kat and Mike and them are going to take the kids to the Discovery Center so we are all off for like 5 hours. So just come back to base camp and Jack will sort us all out then." Angela got up to head back to her tent for rest.

"Sure thing, have a nice night." Booth lounged back out on the bench, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him.

Base camp was quiet without all the children running around. It felt nice to have some calm. Brennan sat waiting for everyone to settle in as Jack took his spot on top of a high log. He cleared his throat to gain everyone's attention. "Now that we are all her, it is time to start with tradition. Every year when the kids are away it is tradition for the councilors to play. So this year we devised the normal activities but added some flair. As per usual we will have a game of capture the flag, boys v. girls of coarse, then kick the can, water wars, team terror, and to round of the night, we will have free swim. We will go over the rules now to stop any confusion that might slow down the night. Capture the flag: you all should know this from 3rd grade gym, but we will be divided into two teams, everyone will wear flags, if your flag is pulled you go to jail, yatta yatta yatta. Kick the can, someone is it, they sit on the hay structure, a can on either side of the edges, everyone tries to knock one over without being seen. Then Team terror. Everyone is divided into teams, they will each wear a shirt of their teams color, they will be given a set of walkie talkies, a set of paintball guns with their color paint, and a map. The idea is to retrieve your mark without being hit. Any questions or shall we begin?"

Booth raised his hand, "Wait so your trying to find something?"

"Yeah, its like a treasure hunt except in a firing zone." Hodgins replied. "Anything else?"

"What do we get if we win?" Angela asked in a voice oozing sweetness.

"You will see at the end, but it's worth it."

As the night progressed, they were having a lot of fun. The girls had won capture the flag, but they got completely drenched in water wars, and Henry seemed to be unstoppable in kick the can. Hodgins told them to go back to their tents, put on their team color and wait for his orders. So there they stood divided into yellow, blue, green, and red, waiting for Hodgins to tell them what to do. When he finally arrived he handed everyone on the team a gun, a walkie talkie and the team a map. Then he led them blindfolded to a specific location, and on his count, through the walkie talkies they began.

Temperance wasn't as excited about this game as the others were. She knew she was going to end up being shot and it would hurt. But she said she would play only to find out, she was paired with Seeley Booth. At first she was just going to let him play as he wished and she would hang back, but his enthusiasm melted her resolve.

They we making great headway, following their map to a t, but they seemed to have gotten turned around somewhere along the way. None of the landmarks they were supposed to see were where they should be. It didn't take to long for Seeley to get frustrated; Brennan, on the other hand, was perfectly content. That made Booth even more upset, seeing how unfazed Temperance by their set backs made him angry.

"You could at least try a little, I mean I get you don't care, but we are supposed to be a team."

She looked to him with surprise, "It's just a silly game. Anyways Hodgins is obviously going to win, he does this every year and they are his paintball guns."

The expression on Booth's face told Brennan that her answer wasn't what he wanted to her. "What is it with boys and always having to win these stupid competitions? Can't it just be fun?"

"I didn't say we had to win, I'm just wishing you cared a little more about what is going on. I you were more interested, it would be funner for both of us."

"More fun." she muttered.

"What?" Booth said in an even more aggravated tone.

"It's more fun, not funner, that's not a word." she replied starting to walk a few paces ahead. Then out of nowhere she heard a POP, and something small slammed into her back. Temperance spun around and there he stood his finger still on the trigger and a sly smile on his face. "Bitch," she shouted at him, as she retailed hitting him twice, square in the chest.

After a second of shock, his smile broadened. He side stepped behind a close tree and took aim. Similarly she dodged behind a nearby barrel, keeping her gun centered on his tree. For the next fifteen minutes they played like that, one would run to another hiding place near, while avoiding being shot, then the other would go. Soon they were both at the end o their available ammo.

"You are gonna be out soon, I know it." Booth shouted from a shed.

"And I know you have fired more than me, just surrender now!"

"Make me"

"Oh, I plan on it." she responded as she slipped from behind her hiding spot, and silently crossed the tree line to have a perfect line of fire. He was turned away from her, busy checking to see if she was peeking from her earlier position. Moving swiftly, she caught him, gun to his back. "Drop the gun," she whispered in his ear. And he did just that. She had won. Or so she thought.

Booth turned around, his hands in the air, to face his capture. Her smile was so wide; he couldn't help but lean in, brushing some dirt from her cheek. She leaned in as well, loosening her grip on the weapon she was holding. He slipped his hand around it, and just as their lips were about to touch, he pulled back, stealing her weapon, and pointed it at her. "Who's surrendering now?" he asked with a smug smile. She gave him a little shove and took back the gun.

Just then the bullhorn rang out, the game was over. While they were screwing around someone must have gotten all the goals. So they headed back to base camp as losers, sort of.