A/N - So here's chapter 2! I am loving this season of Bones and once baby Christine came along I just knew her and Michael's story had to be told and in my vivid imagination I was alrady seeing 18 years into the future! Lol. I'll admit I haven't read any other Christine/Michael stories, not because I don't appreciate all of the amazing stories on here, but because I don't want other people's stories to taint my idea's for my story if that makes any sense. I don't want to start second guessing what I'm writing but after my story is done, I can't wait to read all of the others that are out there! So as I was writing this, I found myself cooing over Christine and Michael already! Not to compliment my writing but because of what I imagine for this perfect twosome in the future. So read and review with any feed back. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I apologise in advance if there are any spelling or grammatical errors! Happy reading :) xoxo

Christine woke to a pounding on her door. She groaned and rolled over, simultaneously pulling her pillow over her ears. It was no use; the pounding only grew louder so she opened one eye and looked at her bedside clock. Six forty a.m. She threw back her covers and hauled herself up. She wore a pair of pink satin pyjama shorts and a matching camisole and for a moment she considered covering up but then decided it was too much effort. Instead, she swung open her door. It was like déjà vu; only this time Michael stood with two coffee's in his hand. He immediately handed her one, raising one eyebrow. "Get dressed. You're going to want to see this". She swiped the coffee from him and slammed the door.

Ten minutes later she was dressed in her jeans from the night before along with a loose pink camisole similar to the one she'd just taken off and a white cotton cardigan. She had thrown her hair up in a lose bun and sipped on her coffee bleary eyed as she followed Michael out of the door's to the main entrance. She stopped in her tracks for a moment; noticing the hoard of students that were gathered toward the side of the building. Michael hustled her forward and pushed their way through the crowd until she spotted what he had brought her to see.

"Victim is male; Caucasian. He suffered comminuted fractures to the femur". The beautiful forensic anthropologist, who was all suited up, moved around to the other side of the remains. Her hair was pulled back into a knot and her blue eyes studied the set of bloodied bones before her. "Aged seventeen to twenty years old. I'd estimate time of death at two to three days ago judging from the amount of de-comp".

"Cause of death?" The tall, handsome FBI Agent moved closer to the body in his usual dark suit and brightly coloured tie. Today he'd chosen one with burgundy and silver stripes. He turned to address the gathering crowd and Christine quickly ducked behind a burly jock with wide shoulders and who stood a foot taller than her.

"From the fractures to his ribs, femur and the tire marks over there, I'd say someone rode over him with a car", answered her mother whilst the wind blew a strand of her light brown hair across her smooth cheek.

Christine couldn't believe after only three days apart from them, her parents were now on campus studying remains. It made sense since her mother was the only forensic anthropologist around; the nearest one next to Dr Temperance Brennan was in Montreal.

"Okay everyone", said her father. "Let's be on our way. Come on. Clear this area please".

Slowly the large crowd of students began to teeter off and Christine grabbed Michael maybe a little too roughly from the sounds of his quiet wince and hurried past the group already walking away before her father could spot the two of them in the colourful crowd. Christine let go of Michael's arm as he seemed to get the idea and began to follow her up the steps and back into the Anderson building. "You could have said 'Hi' to Mommy and Daddy back there", he said with an amused expression.

"Very funny Mikey! But there's no way I'm starting the next four years of my life as the creepy girl whose parents examine dead guys. Dead guy's on Campus no less".

"Whatever Chris. Where are you going"? He asked as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

"Getting ready for my classes tomorrow if that's okay with you. See you around, Mikey". She gave him her sweetest faux smile and stalked off back to her dorm room.

Two hours later, Christine was lay on top of her already made bed with her eyes closed and her ear phones in with her iPod switched on and the volume turned up. She hadn't been able to fall back to sleep after her ridiculously early morning wakeup call so she had settled for some relaxation instead. She was trying desperately hard to mentally prepare for her first day of classes tomorrow with a knot in her stomach but her thoughts kept returning to an annoyingly handsome studio art major whose dark eyes had disarmed her only hours earlier and made her wish she had reached for her dressing gown before answering her door after all. He'd worn a sky blue t-shirt that had the words Black Souls printed on it in bold black writing. The light colour had created a nice contrast with his olive skin and his jeans had once again moulded to him in all the right places. She noticed that his always immaculate appearance was a total contradiction to his lifestyle. For one he was lazy and wild. For as long as Christine had known him he'd always had a different girl on his arm and drank till his heart was content at all the parties thrown by the popular kid's. Once, during a party with his family and hers, she'd been walking in the gardens at the back of his father's property and seen him laid out on a deck chair getting lit. She had been an innocent fourteen year old at the time and was so startled she'd almost lost her balance and fallen into the pool. On top of that, he was an artist like his mother. Angela once told her that when Michael was younger, everyone had been waiting for him to start playing with bug's and dirt like his Daddy had encouraged, but instead he had found his way into his mother's art studio and created his first masterpiece. He had been nine years old and her uncle Jack had been extremely disappointed until Michael's sister, six year old Pippa, had come running through the house with a worm she had dissected in the garden. Angela said she had never seen Jack looking so proud. Needless to say Jack Hodgins was satisfied with his eldest daughter's interest in entomology and had been one of Michael's greatest supporter's ever since. Even still, Christine had never seen Michael looking dishevelled with paint on his face or clay under his finger nails. He always looked perfect. She had just started to imagine him with red acrylic paint smeared across one cheek with several other colours adorning his messy jeans whilst he stood tall and proud with a wooden palette in one hand and a paint brush in the other. She was imagining him as a free spirit with hair that fell to his shoulders in wavy chocolate locks when she felt a hand on her shoulder and she immediately opened her eyes and yanked out her ear phones. Her heart pounded from the shock and Rachel gave an apologetic giggle. "Sorry to scare you. It's just that, there's someone at the door for you".

"Is it Michael again"? She almost growled.

"Sorry", said Rachel again. "There's two someone's at the door". Rachel moved out of the way giving her a clear view of the two people stood framing the doorway.

"Mom. Dad", Christine said, not knowing quite how to respond. "Come in".

"Sorry to barge in on you Sweetie. We were already here; there's been a death. We were called to a set of remains outside the building earlier this morning". Her Dad explained and then a huge grin took over his face and he enveloped her in one of his bear hugs.

"No kidding. Someone is dead?" she said feigning shock.

Her mother stepped forward grinning and looked around the dorm room she shared with Rachel. "It's very tastefully decorated", she offered clearly pleased with her observation. "I'd love to stick around and observe the enculturation and socialisation that goes on here. The study of social statuses and roles, groups, institutions, and the relations among 10,000 adolescents-"

"Okay…that's enough of that Bones", said her father smirking at his daughter. Christine wasn't embarrassed but she wished she'd had the chance to forewarn Rachel about her Mother's constant need to verbally observe the goings on around her with mention of the anthropological connotations and her tendency to take everything quite literally. She only hoped that Rachel wasn't a devout member of any sort of church as her Mother also had a tendency to frequently deride any religion, usually resulting in insulting people without even realising it.

"Mom", Christine said smiling and attempting to change the subject. "This is my roommate Rachel". The pint sized red head stepped forward looking slightly bewildered.

"It's lovely to meet you Mrs Booth". Christine winced inwardly and stared at the pattern on her rug. She probably should have also mentioned to Rachel that her parents were not married.

"Oh, I'm not married to Agent Booth here and it's nice to meet you too Rachel".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought…umm…"

Christine knew what was coming next. Her mother smiled pleasantly, seemingly unaware of any tension mounting in the room. "It's a common mistake. Booth and I are partners, at work…and in life". She specified as if trying the put the girl at ease somehow.

"Oh dear God", said her father and sat down on the small sofa in the middle of the room.

"You see, Christine's Father and I are in a committed relationship. We have been for nineteen years. Originally I believed marriage to be an archaic institution and completely unnecessary".

"Oh?" Asked Rachel politely.

"Yes. I'm not as opposed to the idea now but-".

"But… you're still not married", clarified Rachel with a puzzled expression etching itself along her brow.

"Yeah Bones. Why is that again?" Asked Christine's father with an innocence that amused Christine and her mother who turned away smiling.

"Mom?" Christine interrupted, seeing the look on Rachel's face and sensing her uneasiness. "Why don't we all grab some coffee?"

"Okay, that would be nice". Temperance Brennan smiled at her daughter. Her Father stood and opened the door for them.

"I think I'll stay here and let you guys have some time alone", said Rachel blushing. Christine couldn't blame her so instead she promised to bring her back a latte.

As Christine shut the door, her mother linked arms with her and held on to her partner's hand. Seeley Booth gave it a gentle squeeze and winked over her head at his daughter. "I think that went well", observed her mother triumphantly.

"I think you're right Mom", Christine said smiling inwardly. Although Dr Temperance Brennan had an extensive knowledge of anthropology she still lacked the social skills most other people possessed and usually never understood the references any of her family or friends made to pop culture, although on the rare occasion she did, she was always very proud of herself. Christine didn't care. Like her father, she had realised that the things that most people found strange about her mother, were really the things that made her so charming. There was nothing Temperance Brenan wouldn't do for the people she loved and she was more kind and generous hearted than anyone else Christine knew. For that reason, she knew there was no one else she could ever wish for as a mother.

Michael Hodgins handed the cashier a five dollar bill and grabbed his tall double foam cappuccino from the counter not bothering to wait for his change. He sat at a small corner table and opened up his collection of reading material for his first class tomorrow. He had gotten half way down the third page when he noticed Christine and her parents. His uncle Seeley opened a chair out for his aunt Temperance and Christine took a seat across from them both. Whilst the family fell into easy conversation, Michael watched Christine nibble on her banana muffin, lifting small pieces at a time to her full pink lips. He couldn't help but think to himself that she had changed. When he'd seen her last Christmas, he hadn't really paid her any attention besides a smile here and there and the odd question about her senior year whenever one of their parents had been around. His sister Pippa had once asked him why he was always so hard on Christine but he'd told her to mind her own business. In truth, he hadn't had an answer. He didn't know why he'd made her life so hard or been so mean. As an older brother to three sisters, he'd always been a decent guy. He protected them in the school yard from bullies, helped them with their homework and played soccer with them on the weekends. He threatened any guy who went within a ten mile radius of them which often angered Pippa who, at sixteen, was very stubborn as well as being a total geek. She had told Michael that not all that many guys were interested in a girl with the highest GPA in their class who spent all her spare time in the science lab and that she couldn't afford to have him scaring off the ones that were. The thought brought a smile to his lips. His other sisters Molly, aged fourteen, and Lily, aged twelve, hadn't yet out grown him and still forced him to attend their ballet recitals and swim meets which he did whenever he could. He liked being their protector and having them look up to him. When he'd been younger, Christine had stolen a lot of the attention. His mother had, and still did, adore her as did Christine's own mother and father and her big brother Parker as well as Michael's own three sisters. She'd pranced around his house in her little pink dresses and flowery head bands enchanting everyone so he'd amused himself by tugging on her hair when no one was watching or tripping her up when she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking. What had amazed him was that she'd been so weak. With the great Seeley Booth for a father and kick ass Doctor Temperance Brennan for a mother, he'd expected her to be a little more feisty and at least retaliate but instead her brilliant blue eyes had begun to water and her bottom lip quiver and she'd run to her parents or her big brother to defend her honour. Luckily, he hadn't exactly been an unpopular kid and nobody had taken much notice of little Christine Booth other than to kiss her wounds better and send her on her way. Now, she was no longer weak. She was smart like her mother and stubborn like her father. She had a smart mouth too, he'd noticed. She seemed to highly dislike him and the very idea sent a thrill through him. She would be a challenge, but if Michael liked a girl, he usually found a way to win her over in the end. And boy did he like little Christine Booth. Except, now, she was all grown up.

As Christine listened to her mother and father discuss the victim that had been found on campus, she wondered when Michael would make his way over to their table. She had clocked him when she'd first walked in and could almost feel the heat from his stare stroking her skin. She wondered what he was doing biding his time but knowing Michael he probably just couldn't be bothered moving from his place at the table across the room. Her parents were so engrossed in their discussion that they hadn't even noticed him. She finished the last bite of her muffin and took a sip of her coffee. She was getting ready to interrupt her parents before they went into more detail about rotting corpses when she felt a gentle tug on her hair and she turned in time to see Michael lowering himself into the seat next to her.

"Hey Chris", he drawled.

Her parents stopped their conversation at the sight of him. "Michael, what are you doing here?" Asked her mother with pleasure as she stood slightly and leaned over the table to plant a kiss on Michael's cheek.

"Mike, good to see you", said her father shaking his hand.

"Good to see you too, uncle Seeley. I was just grabbing coffee and going over some reading material for my class tomorrow. I suppose you're here on official FBI business?"

"Yes", answered her mother. "Did you hear about the set of remains we found?"

"Well, sure. Christine and I were there last night when those two students found the body".

"What?" Christine's father gave her a pointed look. "You didn't tell us you knew anything about it and you definitely didn't tell us you were there". Christine glared at Michael before addressing her father.

"Dad, I didn't want to worry".

"And what were you doing out last night?" She wondered if there was any point in answering him again. He looked like he was on a roll. It was Michael who answered though.

"Uncle Seeley, there's no need to worry. Christine and I were just getting some fresh air with a couple of other people. We heard the girl say she'd found a body and then Christine and I got out of there", he said so sincerely, she almost believed him herself. He failed to mention the part where he had taken her hand and yanked her around the side of the building, ignoring her protests, so they could get a closer look at the pile of mangled flesh and broken bones.

"Booth", interjected her mother. "There's no need to worry, like Michael said. I'm sure he's watching out for Christine. Right?" Both her parents turned their gazes on him expectantly and Christine couldn't wait to hear his response.

"Of course. You know I'll always look out for Chris", he smiled putting his arm around her neck in what could almost be considered as a stranglehold.

"It's Christine", she hissed, but then smiled sweetly at her parents to put them at ease. "Really, Daddy", she said reaching for her father's hand. "Don't worry about me. I'm perfectly safe".

Three days later, Christine sat in an uncomfortable solid wood chair in the Bender Library finishing up a paper for her abnormal psychology class. She wondered what her mother would think reading any of her work. It was no secret that both her parents had little respect for psychology as a whole, although her father had learned to rely on certain insight's her uncle Sweet's had provided over the years as a profiler for the FBI. Her mother had told her and anyone else who would listen, for years that Psychology was a fake science - which was imprecise and in accurate and that anything that was based so largely on interpretation and opinion instead of fact, couldn't be taken seriously. Her uncle Lance Sweet's however, had told Christine that what her mother failed to realise was, all his deductions about her and Christine's father and their complicated relationship, had all been entirely accurate. He had been immensely proud and somewhat amused when Christine had told him she would be doing her PhD in psychology. Her parents had had slightly different reactions, mostly consisting of stunned silence. In the end, they had come around after they'd made her promise to never try and psychoanalyse them. She scribbled a few more notes and decided to type up her paper and print it out before she left so she moved over to one of the computer work stations and began tapping at the keys. By the time she had finished, with several crisp white sheets of printed paper in her bag, it was gone ten o'clock and had already gone dark. She didn't mind as it wasn't a long walk back to the dorms. She buttoned her dark green jacket up and hauled her bag onto her shoulder before exiting the library. As she made her way back to her room she passed the Letts/Anderson quad where she had been earlier that day with Rachel. It was a nice spot with some large trees and several different seating areas where they'd eaten lunch. It was a popular spot for South campus residents to meet so it had been packed that afternoon. There were very few students around now though, with most people inside and a few studying at the library so it was a quiet walk back. Christine felt a vibration in her pocket and she reached for her blackberry and saw that it was her father calling. "Hi Dad".

"Hi honey. Just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay". Great she thought. She loved her father but since the remains of Peter Cummings had been found, she had been receiving none stop calls from her parents and Angela making sure she was okay and that she wasn't alone.

"Where are you sweetie?"

"Oh…Just in my room finishing up a paper". She hated lying to her father but there was no way she was going to tell him she was out walking at night – alone.

"Okay, well I'll let you go then but I'll call you tomorrow. I love you".

"Love you too, Dad". She hung up and put her phone back into her pocket. She had taken a few more steps when she heard loud footsteps approaching and two hands at her waist. She meant to scream but her heart was practically in her mouth so instead she quickly turned in fear to see who was behind her.

"Liar, liar", said Michael laughing. "Hope I didn't scare you there, Chris", he said; an amused grin teasing his lips.

"You idiot! The sight of your ugly face was the only thing that sacred me!" That really made him laugh and he fell into an easy stride beside her and tucked his hands into the pockets of his beige khaki pants that he wore with only a thin brown t-shirt.

"It's freezing out here." He made a dramatic shivering sound. "Are you going to repay the favour and loan me your jacket? It sure looks cosy".

"What do you want?" She gave him an icy stare that was in total contrast to what she was actually thinking – which was that he looked just as good in earth tones as he did in bright colours.

"Nothing. I was on my way back from a poker game with a buddy of mine and I saw you. Or, rather, heard you. Why did you tell your Dad you were inside?"

"Not that it's any of your business, yet again, but I wasn't about to tell my Dad I'm walking outside, alone in the dark when he can't solve the murder that's just taken place outside of our building. Okay?"

"Whatever."

"Whatever? Is that your new catchphrase?" He laughed again; something he seemed to do an awful lot when he was around her.

"Only when I'm around you Chris."

"It's CHRISTINE!" She expected an argument to ensue but instead he slowly stopped walking and came to a halt.

"What's going on?" He said, as if to himself. He seemed to have forgotten all about her and instead turned his attention to the steps of the Lett's building where a small group of students gathered.

"What's wrong with you?" He didn't answer but instead pulled her towards the steps and stopped outside the brown framed double doors.

"What's happened?" He asked to everyone and no one.

"They found another body", a small voice answered. It belonged to a girl with blonde curls and large green eyes who was currently holding a tissue to them. "Someone found it about a half hour ago at the back of the North section near another dumpster. They think it's Kevin", she let out a sob and another girl patted her on the back.

"Come on", he said to Christine taking her hand. "Let's get out of here, I'll walk you back".

"I don't need an escort", she snorted.

"I wasn't asking!" There was a fierceness in his voice that unnerved her so instead of protesting further, she let him lead her back to the Anderson Building.

"Did you know him?" Christine asked as they entered their building a few minutes later.

"Not all that well but he was a nice guy. I don't know who'd want to hurt him", said Michael, a puzzled expression fixing itself on his face.

"Guess this means my parents will be back by morning".

"Yeah", he said as if lost in thought. He walked her the short way along the corridor and stopped outside of her door. "It also means there's a killer on campus".

"I guess it does", she said looking at her feet instead of at Michael.

"Listen, if you want to go anywhere in the evening's from now on, go with Rachel or call me. I don't want you out walking by yourself in the dark". Christine let out an indignant gasp.

"Excuse me; I can take care of myself".

"Like hell you can. I mean it Christine". She was so stunned that he'd used her actual name she barely noticed when, without asking, he reached in her pocket for her phone and began tapping at the buttons. After a minute gave it back to her.

"What did you just do?" She asked staring at the screen.

"I gave you my number silly", he drawled, the cocky grin he reserved for her returning to his face. He opened her door for her and gave her a not so gentle shove inside. "Remember, no gallivanting around the campus at night by yourself. Oh, and, say Hi to Rachel for me". He smirked and then shut her door with her safely on the other side and she heard his footsteps gradually retreat.

His number? He'd given her his number? She exhaled a disgusted breath and then went into the contact list on her phone. She scrolled down and an unexpected smile played at her mouth as she noticed that he'd saved his number under Mikey.

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