Jsboneslover prompt: I've just been looking at creative cupcake recipes on the web and thought "what if the Booth children started experimenting in the kitchen?" Our little scientist Christine could make something pretty interesting...but perhaps one of her little brothers shows a little flair for the culinary arts...There might be a daddy rule about revealing the ingredients in things before subjecting your parents to them...or not cooking while Mom and Dad aren't home.

Thank you for the prompt.

It's been awhile. I hope you are still interested in this story.

I don't own Bones; but, I borrow it on a regular basis.

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Hearing the smoke alarm go off, Booth rolled out of bed and looked around. Grabbing Brennan's arm, he threw her robe at her and ran for the bedroom door. Brennan running towards Christine's bedroom saw Booth a few steps ahead of her opening the door to the boy's bedroom. Opening her daughter's bedroom door, Brennan did a quick search of the bedroom. Not finding her daughter, she ran out into the hallway only to find Booth leaving their son's room.

Worried, Booth shouted over the sound of the smoke alarms piercing scream, "They aren't in there."

Grabbing his arm, Brennan responded, "Christine isn't in her room either."

Running to Parker's room, he found himself face to face with Parker as his son threw open the door.

"What's going on Dad?"

Grabbing his arm, Booth pulled him towards the hallway, "Go outside and wait on the front lawn. Don't go anywhere and don't come back in. Move it."

Nodding his head, the pajama clad Parker ran down the hallway and down the stairs. Stopping at the bottom of the staircase, he saw his little sister jumping up and down waving a towel in front of the smoke detector.

Anxious, Parker strode to the kitchen and grabbed Christine's arm, "Is there a fire Christine? Did you start a fire?"

Running down the hallway, Booth entered the children's bathroom. Finding it empty, he opened the linen closet to only find bedsheets and towels.

Hurrying back towards Brennan, Booth shook his head, "You search downstairs while I find out where the fire is."

Brennan running down the stairs heard Booth following her close on her heels. Glancing around the living room, she then ran into the kitchen where she found the children.

Joseph, looking up from his mixing bowl, stood wide eyed at the wild look on his mother's face. "Mom, why are you up so early?"

Startled, Christine turned while still waving a towel at the smoke detector, "Mom you're supposed to be in bed."

Booth, hearing his children talking to their mother, ran into the kitchen and stopped. Taking in what was going on, he marched over to the smoke detector, reached up and unplugged the battery. "What the Hell is going on?"

Parker, stepping past Brennan, glanced at his father, "I'm going back to bed."

Placing his hand on his son's arm, Booth asked, "No, you're not. I need to know what's going on."

Pointing over his shoulder, Parker smiled, "There isn't a fire, Dad. The kids were trying to make a surprise for Bones. It's alright. There isn't a fire. I'm going back to bed."

Releasing his arm, Booth glared at his daughter.

Staring up at her father, Christine tried to put on a nonchalant air, "Uh, well, it's Mom's birthday and we wanted to make her breakfast."

Folding his arms across his chest, Booth snarled, "You thought you'd surprise her by giving her a heart attack and me one while you were at it?"

Brennan, curious, walked over to the island and looked at some pancakes cooking on the griddle. Hank blushing, held up a blackened piece of bacon, "It wasn't the pancakes Mom. Joseph let the bacon cook too long in the microwave. I told him five minutes but he never listens to me. He says I'm the baby and I should . . ."

Holding up his hand, Booth interrupted his son, "Stop. All of you stop what you're doing. Christine, explain why you think it's okay to be cooking in the kitchen without supervision and use little words too. Don't try to snow me with the dictionary like you usually do."

Folding the dish towel, Christina glanced at her mother and then her father, "Well, we know how to cook bacon and toast and pancakes. We do it all of the time; so, we didn't see any harm in making Mom breakfast. We're actually doing a good job. It's Joseph that burned the bacon. He'd burn water if you asked him to boil some. I swear, I don't know why he can't cook bacon. A kid can make bacon. . . ."

Interrupting his daughter, Booth shook his head, "You do not cook all of the time. I cook. Your Mom cooks. You assist. That doesn't mean you cook."

Sighing, Christine walked over and stood in front of her mother, "We wanted to do something special for you on your birthday, Mom. We're sorry, if we messed up."

Placing her arms around her daughter, Brennan leaned down and kissed the top of her head, "Well, since we're up, your father and I will supervise while you finish." Turning to Joseph, Brennan pointed to the microwave, "I shall supervise you while you make bacon, Joseph."

Sighing, Joseph replied, "Bacon is harder to cook than Christine will admit, Mom. You notice she never cooks bacon."

Sticking her tongue out at Joseph, she heard her father clear his throat. Turning to look at him, she blushed. "I suppose we have a new rule coming in the mail."

Walking over to the kitchen table and sitting down, Booth laid his arms on the table and then rested his head on them, "What do you think? There might even be an extra rule about not getting out of bed before seven on Saturday's. It's 5:45 Christine. For crying out loud. Chickens don't even get up this early."

Shaking her head, Christine frowned, "Oh no. Chickens are prey animals so they usually wake up at sunrise. The reason is their eyes are adapted to sunlight and . . . "

Her father staring intently at her, Christine smiled, "Uh. . . . Never mind."

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