Mychakk, TLWtlw, JBCFlyers19, tanargue felt that there should be a little more to the snake incident. Okay, you twisted my arm.

Jsboneslover: I'm sorry you hate snakes. Thank you for reading my story anyway. I live in Louisiana and see a few every year. Mostly dead on the road; but sometimes playing with my cats. Now that is not a pretty sight I can tell you.

I don't own Bones.

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Hearing the front door bell ring, Hank ran to the door and opened it, "Mom, where's Dad?"

Frowning, Brennan shook her head, "Hank how many times have you been told to let an adult answer the front door or at least make sure you know who is on the other side of the door before you open it?"

Swallowing, the boy stepped back, "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about Dad."

Sighing, Brennan placed her hand on his shoulder and pulled him into her embrace, "Hank, you're father is fine. You on the other hand need to follow the rules. You're old enough to understand the inherent risks that can occur by opening a door and not knowing if someone dangerous is on the other side. Check first. I mean it, Hank. What do you think your father would have said if you had done that and he was the one ringing the doorbell?"

Hugging his mother, Hank replied, "I'm just a little kid, Mom. I forget."

Kissing the top of his head, Brennan responded, "That may work with your father; but, not with me. We are going to have a family meeting when we get home."

Sighing, Hank stepped away from his mother, "Yes, Ma'am."

Angela, standing a few feet away, smiled, "How's Booth?"

Looking at her friend, Brennan shook her head, "Several stitches and two shots. He's waiting in the truck."

Shaking her head, Angela stared at Hank, "So he's in a very bad mood."

Not replying, Brennan moved closer to Angela and hugged her. Whispering, she explained, "They gave him a shot for the pain."

Her eyes large in her head, Angela responded, "Oh no."

Nodding glumly, Brennan replied, "Oh yes."

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Placing her index finger on her lips, Brennan cautioned her children, "You're father is resting. Be as quiet as you can be when you get into the truck. None of your normal bickering. I want complete silence."

Nodding their head, the Booth children quietly opened the back passenger door of the SUV and slid in. Each child buckled their seat belts and then stared at the back of their father's head.

Brennan, impressed that her children had managed to follow orders without requests for more information, settled into the drivers seat and glanced at Booth. Seeing him leaning against the passenger door with his eyes closed, she smiled and started the truck. Backing it out into the road, she was soon on the way home.

A few minutes from home, Booth opened his eyes and looked around, "Where are we?"

Glancing at her husband, Brennan smiled and looked back at the road, "We are approximately ten minutes from home."

Nodding his head, Booth looked carefully at his bandaged left hand and wrist and remarked, "My hand is in a bandage."

Stopping at the next red light, Brennan responded, "Yes, you had an accident."

Noticing him try to lift the bandage from his wrist, Brennan leaned over, placed her hand above the bandage and ordered, "Leave it alone, Booth. You need to keep the bandage on for a day or two."

Grimacing, Booth asked, "What's wrong with it?"

Worried, Brennan saw the light had changed and continued their trip, "Don't you remember what happened?"

Staring at the side of Brennan's face, Booth frowned, "Ummm. . . . Okay, I give up, what happened?"

Really worried, Brennan asked, "You mean you really don't remember what happened to your hand? We were at the Lab? Do you remember that?"

Studying his bandaged hand, Booth frowned, "Oh yeah . . . Ummmm, wait . . . A snake bit me. Now I remember. Why can't I think right? Was the snake poisonous? I mean, wow, can being bit by a snake make you feel drunk? Where are we?"

Biting her bottom lip, Brennan explained, "The doctor insisted on giving you a shot for the pain as well a shot of antibiotic. I have to fill a prescription for you in the morning. The snake bite is not muddling you, it's the shot."

Frowning, Booth stared at the road ahead, "Where are we?"

Glancing at the rear view mirror, she saw the wide eyed look of her youngest child. "We're almost home Booth. Just wait and we'll be there in just a few minutes."

Closing his eyes, Booth muttered, "You shouldn't have let them give me the shot Bones. I don't . . ."

Noticing his quiet breathing, Brennan sighed.

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Arriving home, Brennan parked the truck in the driveway. Turning towards her children, Brennan spoke, "Alright, go in the house and straight to your rooms. Get ready for bed. We'll have the family meeting tomorrow."

Unbuckling her seat belt, Christine asked, "How are you going to get him into the house?"

Frowning, Brennan replied, "I'm not in the mood for questions right now. Please do as I say."

Seeing the anger on her mother's face, Christine opened the back door and beckoned to her brothers. "Come on."

Scrambling out of the truck, Joseph ran to the front door, "Use your key Chrissy."

Nodding, Christine pulled the chain from around her neck, opened the door with the attached key and then put the chain back around her neck. "Come on, out of sight, out of mind."

Nodding his head, Joseph replied, "For now."

Brennan walking around to the passenger's side door, opened it and leaned into the truck. Unbuckling her husband, she shook Booth's shoulder, "Booth, we're home."

Startled, Booth opened his eyes and smiled at Brennan, "Hey Bones."

Smiling, Brennan pulled on Booth's arm, "We're home, Booth. You need to get out of the truck."

Moving his left hand to his face, Booth blanched. Moving his hand down he stared at it, "Damn, what happened to my hand?"

Pulling Booth's arm, Brennan responded, "Come on Booth. I'll explain it to you once you're in the house."

Staring at his hand, Booth's eyes widened, "Holy hell, do I remember right? Did a snake bite me?"

Tugging on his arm, Brennan replied, "Yes, now get out of the truck."

Sliding out of the truck, Booth leaned over and placed his arm around Brennan's shoulders. Smiling, he wiggled his eyebrows, "Hey Bones."

Laughing, Brennan replied, "Hello Booth."

Kissing her, Booth asked, "Where are the kids?"

Putting her hand on Booth's belt and pulling him along, Brennan walked towards the front door, "They're in the house. Let's go in too."

Allowing himself to be pulled towards the house, Booth walked up the steps, stumbling on the top step. Catching himself, Booth shook his head, "Damn woman, did you get me drunk?"

Pulling him through the front doorway, Brennan closed and locked the door, "You aren't drunk Booth. The Emergency room doctor insisted on giving you something for the pain."

Puzzled, Booth asked, "For what?"

Shaking her head, Brennan sighed, "That's what I want to know."

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Okay, yes there will be more of this story arc. I love wasted Booth.