A/N: By far the longest chapter thus far. It just kept going. Almost as many words as the others combined. Anyway, I'd like to add an additional disclaimer other then the one that's implied...I do not own nor am I affiliated with Disney in anyway. I feel like they're the types who'll come after you...

Now on with Chapter 4

"I…was so…wrong!" Hodges gaped at the general store. It was, in fact, a true general store and was even named 'Ma n' Pa's Necessity Store' "All that's missing is the alcoholic on the front porch with a banjo!" He leapt out of the car with Michael. Angela had bundled her son up so well he looked like a giant blue marshmallow in his father's arms.

"Well, he'd probably be here if it weren't as cold as Antarctica!" Angela said, wrapping her coat around her tightly as Booth helped Brennan out of the car. "Maybe he'll be inside with his banjo, let's go find out!"

The snow had stopped as the group trudged into the little store. Hodges assumed it was Ma behind the register and Pa was stocking some dry goods. "Look, it's a 40lb. sack of potatoes!" He quietly hissed to his wife.

"Actually, we could probably use that, it would feed us all week," she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Lance!" the lady behind the counter cooed and came around to hug Sweets. He returned the embrace.

"Hi, Aunt Helen," he smiled.

"Henry!" The older lady shouted back to her husband, "Lance is here with his friends, get your head out of the flour! Are you all headed to the cabins? Oh who is this handsome little man?" Helen was suddenly smitten by Michael. "Oh and one on the way!" she drew a dumbfounded Bones into an embrace.

"Your aunt is very friendly, Sweets." She laughed awkwardly as the lady released her from the bear hug.

"What provisions do you kids need?" Henry asked, finally ambling up to the little group.

"Pretty much everything food related," Sweets smiled, "But let me introduce everyone, than we can shop. Everyone," he gestured to the D.C. team, "this is my Aunt Helen and Uncle Henry," he gestured to the older couple. "Uncle Henry and Aunt Helen, this is my girlfriend Daisy Wick, her boss and my coworker, Dr. Temperance Brennan, her partner at work and at home, Seeley Booth, and their good friends and coworkers Dr. Jack Hodges and his wife Angela Montenegro and their son Michael."

They all exchanged handshakes and spoke the requisite pleasantries expected of such situations. Sweets and Daisy talked with Henry while Helen helped Angela get Michael out of a few layers and the others perused the small grocery store.

"Ange wants the 40 lb. bag of potatoes, apparently." Hodges said pushing a small cart.

"Bones needs ice cream, cookie dough and Macaroni and Cheese now, because I'm not sure where we could even get it if she gets a craving at 4am." Booth smiled.

Temperance shrugged. Most people would have probably noted that he was teasing, but, as usual, she found it to be sound reasoning. "We should probably get bread and butter pickles, peanut butter and bread as well. I've wanted that recently. I've been getting it at Peanut Butter and Company at lunch every day."

"It's like they designed that sandwich for pregnant women," Hodges cringed.

"I assure you, it's quite delicious. I feel I would still think that without the pregnancy hormone; I would more than likely not eat it every day, however," she shrugged and stuck her necessities in the cart.

"We're going to need meat. Some of us are not vegetarian," Booth said.

"I thought for sure you'd be all hunter gatherer on this vacation and bag us some venison!" Hodges scoffed.

"Not allowed," he answered, eyeing his significant other, "I can eat the meat but hunting it down and killing it is across the line…Even though, anthropologically speaking it is in my very fabric to want to go hunt for food to feed my family."

"And anthropologically speaking," Bones said in a tone that could have almost been mocking, "The deer's herd is almost as tight and important as a human family unit, each one serves a purpose and help raise the young."

"Not the stags," Hodges smiled, "as far as I'm concerned their dead beat dads! Come to mate and then go off and stand on cliffs while Bambi's mother gets shot. And everybody knows that bullet was meant for one of them."

"I don't know what that means." Bones looked at him. Her lack of any pop culture knowledge still baffled them all sometimes.

"It's a Disney movie, Bones…We'll watch it when Katy is older." Booth said.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable exposing her to a movie where the father isn't around and the mother is shot and killed…how is that a children's movie?"

"I don't know," Hodges laughed, "Disney told the story through cute little woodland creatures in a cartoon and suddenly it was acceptable for children to see, but when you actually break the plot line down like that it does sound kind of awful."

The others joined them, finally and they loaded up with cart with 'provisions' and went to pay.

"Oh you all don't owe us anything!" Aunt Helen smiled, holding Michael. "I got to spend time with this little gentleman and the way Lance tells it you're like his second family!"

"Well, thank you Helen, put we really need to give you something for all this," Angela said putting all of her son's layers back on while Helen held him. "I mean it wasn't free for you and I can't imagine you all mark it up to much for your local clientele."

"No, but we charge the tourists a lot more to make up for it!" Henry hooted with laughter.

"Well, what would it be if we weren't with Sweets and we'll split the difference between that and free," Hodges smiled.

"Probably about $250," Sweets answered for his relatives.

"So here's $125," Hodges said handing Helen the money as Angela took their son from her.

The men loaded the cars and they finished the rest of the drive in about 45 minutes. Bones and Booth both mentally noted the sign toward the hospital about 15 miles from the turn off onto the private driveway to the cabins. While she was only just into month eight and had explained numerous times that it was really month 10 before a baby was born, both were far to hyper vigilant to not pay attention to details like that.

About a mile up the gravel drive, they came to a lake with five tiny cabins surrounding it. They lake was completely frozen over already and snow covered the ground.

"You were right, Ange," Brennan said. "This will make for a beautiful painting."