A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I know there wasn't really anyBrennan in the last chapter, sorry about that. In the next few chapter or so there might be little Brennan, but I hope that doesn't discourage any of you from reading this story.
Disclaimer: Own nothing other than John and Sarah and Ethan.
The phone rang a couple times before she answered.
"Hello? Dr. Brennan." Brennan said on the other line.
"Hey, Bones, just calling to let you know that I'll be staying here for a couple days." Booth said. His parents had told him that he could stay for a little while and they would tell him about his brother. He had agreed, called his boss to let him know that he was going to be out of town for a few days working on the case even though he knew he shouldn't be working on it since he was involved but he had to know. He had to be the first to find out.
"Sure, Booth. Did you find anything out?" Brennan asked.
"Just that he was definitely my brother. They didn't know anything about how he disappeared because apparently I was the only one with him when he disappeared and when I came back I was in shock. So yeah, not much." Booth said.
"Alright. I'll see what I can find. You'll find something, Booth." Brennan said.
"Thanks." He replied and they hung up.
"Would you like something to eat before we start, Seeley?" his mom asked as he put the phone back on the cradle. He hadn't used his cell phone, why, he wasn't sure, but he hadn't.
"Sure. Thanks, Mom." He said. He knew she had to keep herself busy, and making a sandwich was something she wanted to do to take her mind off what she had just learned for a couple minutes.
"Was there anything else, Seeley?" His dad asked once she had left the room.
"Not really, oh think I found Mr. Miffles too. He was holding him." Booth said. It was supposed to sound a little light hearted but there was no hint of that when he said it.
"You had wondered where that bear had gone." His dad said and then Booth's mom walked in holding a plate with a turkey sandwich on it and a glass of milk.
"Thanks mom." Booth said taking the plate and glass.
"You're welcome." She replied with a small smile.
"Maybe once you're done there we can go up and look through a couple boxes. Maybe something will jog that memory of yours." His dad said and a couple minutes later they were heading upstairs. Before they got to the attic steps though, Booth stopped in front of a closed door.
"What's in this room?" Booth asked, remembering that all the times he had come here it had been closed and then remembered a similar room at his home back in Tennessee that had always been closed and locked. At one point as a teenager Booth had picked up the art of lock picking and had tried to open the door but before he could get it open his mom had come up and he got in trouble. He didn't try after that, basically because he found more interesting things to do than picking the lock of a door. Not stuff that got him in trouble but stuff like football and the army.
"Oh, that, well I guess now that you remember you can go take a look." His dad said as he opened the door. It wasn't locked; Booth guessed it was because they weren't expecting him. When he looked inside he saw a crib, a small train set in the corner and some other stuff, the one thing that caught his eye though was a picture of him in his old little league uniform with a ball in his hand and it seemed to be in his old backyard but that wasn't what made him really look, it wasthe little boy who was standing a foot or two away waiting for him to toss the ball.
"He always did love it when you played catch with him." His dad said as he put a hand his shoulder.
"Was that his room back home?" Booth asked as he turned to face his dad.
"Yeah. Your mom didn't like the fact that we locked it up, but with you we weren't sure what it would do." His dad said and his mom nodded her head in agreement.
"Come on let's go upstairs." His dad said and started to head out of the room. Booth took one last glance at the picture and left.
When they got up to the attic Booth's dad went straight for one of the boxes, seeming to know exactly what he was looking for.
"Sarah, how about we let Seeley watch some of the old home movies. I think they would be better memory joggers than any of this other stuff up here." His dad said.
"That might not be a bad idea, John." She said. It always made him feel a little weird when they used each other's first names in front of him.
"Ok, it's settled then. Are you ready for some movies, Seeley?" His dad said turning to Booth and he shrugged his shoulders in response. His dad got the box of old movies and Booth got the reel player and they went down stairs with his mom following close behind.