Alrighty, so I thought I'd change this into a series of one-shots starring Abby and Booth, because I'm an absolute sucker for Daddy Booth. :P So this'll be updated whenever I get an idea for a father/daughter one-shot, and your suggestions for something to write about are ALWAYS welcome!

Booth knew that his daughter loved hockey. He had known ever since the day he held four-month-old Abby in his arms while watching a Flyers game. The baby's eyes were glued to the screen, so engrossed that she didn't even flinch when her father periodically shouted both in jubilation and frustration at the television. He knew that by the age of two she had started asking him when he would be playing hockey and if she could come watch him. He knew that at age five she had the complete Flyers roster memorized and owned jerseys for all of her favorite players. Then it should have come as no surprise to him that she would want to play herself. But, for whatever reason, it did.

Abby was six years old. She had been taking figure skating lessons for over a year since she refused to take dance or gymnastics. Brennan discovered it was the only extracurricular activity Abby would agree to and jumped at the opportunity to sign her up. Booth had made the mistake of asking Brennan once why Abby absolutely had to do something outside of school. He got to the part of her lecture about 'promoting discipline and work ethic' before he stopped listening.

Today, Booth and Abby were at the ice rink after her class, laughing and enjoying their time together. "Are you having fun in your class, Princess?" Booth asked as he watched his little girl zoom around the rink. He had no doubt she could skate laps around him. Abby shrugged and zoomed past Booth fast enough to create a breeze.

"I guess," she answered. Booth frowned. "I like skating but I don't like doing the tricks and stuff. I'm bad at it."

"Well, practice makes perfect," Booth quipped. "And you look pretty spiffy from here."

"All the other girls are better than me," Abby said. She skated up to her father and stopped at his feet.

"You don't have to be the best. You just have to do your best." Abby rolled her eyes at the platitude. Booth didn't like how she had mastered that particular skill at such an early age.

"It's not fun!" she declared and crossed her arms.

"Abby, you don't have to do it if you don't like it," he promised. Abby shook her head and sighed.

"I like skating, though. I get to skate where you play hockey!" It finally dawned on Booth. He felt like an idiot. He should have seen this a year ago.

"Princess, did you take skating lessons because you thought it would be like hockey?" Abby nodded sheepishly. "You want to play hockey?" A smile spread across Abby's face and she nodded with more confidence.

"I wanna play like you, Daddy!" she exclaimed happily. Images of bloody noses, broken bones, and, once, an honest-to-God murder flashed through Booth's head. There was no way that was going to be his little girl.

"I'll talk to Mommy about it, okay?" he told her anyway. Abby grinned and hugged Booth as well as she could in her clunky ice skates.

-BONES-

"I've got a new one for ya," Booth told Brennan as they cleaned up after dinner that night. "Abby doesn't want to figure skate anymore."

"That's fine, I suppose," Brennan answered. "I'm certainly not going to force her to do something she doesn't want to do. We'll just have to keep searching for an activity she enjoys."

"She found one." Brennan looked up at her husband, intrigued. "She wants to play ice hockey."

"I can't say that I'm surprised," she said. "She's enraptured by the games on television and she loves seeing you play." She chuckled as a thought occurred to her.

"What's so funny?"

"It must terrify you," she teased him.

"Well a little," Booth admitted. "Hockey's a tough sport, Bones. She could get hurt!" Brennan laughed again and shook her head.

"I doubt many six year olds get into fist fights over penalties, Booth." He glared at her. Since when did she even know what a penalty was? "I don't see a problem with it if you don't. There's a team for her age group at the rink."

"That's a co-ed team, Bones!" Booth exclaimed.

"I highly doubt you want to start an argument with me about sexism in competitive sports." Booth visibly sagged. He really, really didn't.

"I just don't want some boy twice as big as her hurting her."

"Abby is small for her age," Brennan pointed out. "Even if we found an all-girls team there's a good change that at least one of the players will be substantially bigger than she is." Brennan's expression became sly as she inched closer to Booth and slid her arms around his midsection. "Besides, since when have you ever been able to deny her anything?"

-BONES-

So it was settled, Abby would play on the local co-ed hockey team. All of Booth's insecurities melted away the first time he saw her play. She loved it. Her very first practice she would look up at him with a wide Booth grin whenever she did something well. Each time he would give her an enthusiastic thumbs up which she would return. It made him happy to see her having so much fun. Plus, she was good.

The only problem was she was fiercely competitive and a little too aggressive. It turns out it wasn't Abby he needed to worry about. She had knocked down more than one of the boys and pouted indignantly when she would get into trouble for it.

"That's definitely your kid, Bones," Booth had told Brennan after she had knocked down her second player in her first ever real game. Brennan's response was to sit up a little straighter with pride.

"She likes to excel in everything she does. It's an admirable quality to have, Booth." Booth shook his head and draped his arm around his wife's shoulders.

"Well we might want to tell her to stop shoving all the boys down to get ahead, don't you think?" Brennan only shrugged. Truth be told she liked that Abby had taken after her in that respect. Her daughter would spend her life telling the world that she could do anything, even if she were up against boys. It made Brennan's heart swell with pride. "It's against the rules, Bones," Booth pointed out. "They'll never let her play if she keeps being so aggressive."

"Then you talk to her. This is your bonding experience with her, after all. I don't know anything about this sport." Booth sighed in exasperation.

After the game Abby ran up to her parents, skates in hand. "Did you see me, Daddy?" she asked Booth, lifting her arms to be carried. Booth lifted her easily and planted kiss on her cheek.

"I sure did! You were great, Princess!"

"You performed very well," Brennan agreed. "It was quite impressive." Abby beamed.

"Thanks, Mommy." Booth put her down just as a blonde-haired boy came running up to Abby excitedly.

"Good job, Abby!" he told her animatedly. "We won because of you!"

"Thanks, Tucker," Abby replied.

"Come on, let's go get our snack," Tucker suggested. Abby followed him without another word to her parents and Booth's heart skipped a beat when he saw the little boy take his precious angel's hand in his. The boys being mean to Abby were the least of his worries, Booth realized. His real trouble was the boys being too nice to her.

Tell me what you thought! And tell me if you have any Booth/Abby one-shot ideas! Could be from when Brennan is pregnant to whenever! I'd love to hear your suggestions! Try to follow current canon as closely as possible. :D