A/N: K well wanted to let you know that St. Joe's that is mentioned in here is a real Catholic school, just not in Tennessee

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except for mom, dad, and Ethan

It was hours later and both of his parents were asleep, but he wasn't he was pretty wide-awake. The movies were helping a little but he wasn't remembering anything about the time that his brother disappeared. It was really bugging him and he thought about it as he went to get what was his fourth cup of coffee. As he got to the coffee maker he stumbled over something and when he looked down he found it was his old baseball glove, but it didn't look old, it just looked used. Looking up Booth found that the kitchen looked different and as he thought about it more he realized it was the old Tennessee kitchen. He wasn't sure why he was there but he decided to look around.

Booth came to the steps and walked up. He looked around the upstairs until he came to what had been the always-locked room, but this time it wasn't locked.

"Mr. Seal, aw we goin' to pway catch?" He heard a child's voice say behind him and he turned around he saw Parker, or someone who looked like Parker, he then realized that somehow he was back in time.

"Ethan?" He said but the boy wasn't looking at him, he was looking happily at something behind Booth.

"Yep. Mom, says I have about half-n-hour before I have to the do the homework that Sister Melrin gave me." A boy who came up from behind Booth said and when he looked at him he realized that it was him at the age of 9. It helped a little when his younger self mentioned his third grade teacher from St. Joe's.

Booth followed the two boys outside where they played some catch. Neither boy seemed to notice him which he thought was a little strange and he tried to figure it out, but when he went to stand in between the boys in order to stop them so that they would notice, but the ball that Ethan had thrown went right through him and that freaked him out a little so he decided he would just not try to figure it out anymore.

"Seeley, Ethan, come on in. Seeley, you have to finish that homework." His mom called to young Seeley and Ethan.

"Comin', Ma. Come on, Prince Tuesday." Young Seeley said to Ethan. Prince Tuesday, Booth remembered had been his favorite Mr. Roger's character when he was little. Booth followed them inside, he followed Ethan to an area in the house where he assumed was where he played, but as he was following something happened and the next thing he knew the whole family was sitting down at the table eating dinner and talking.

"Seeley, Ethan, your mother and I decided that we're going to take a family camping trip up in Virginia this year, what do you all think?" His dad said smiling and of course they all were happy. Booth remembered his dad bringing up the camping trip but it had been different, it had been just him and he had been happy to go but something had happened a couple days before they were supposed to go his dog died and he had been to upset over it to want to go, thinking of the dog actually made him wonder where it was. His question was soon answered when a black lab came around the corner and went to the spot that Ethan was sitting at. Booth continued to watch the dinner scene until he heard his name being called, but it wasn't coming from the mom at the dinner table, one reason being that she didn't even know he was there. Booth closed his eyes tight to try to block out the sound. It was persistent in calling him and he didn't like it. He finally opened his eyes but when he did he found his mom hovering over him.

"Morning honey, I was just trying to wake you to see if you wanted to go upstairs to your old bedroom. You sure were hard to wake." His mom said and that's when he realized that what had just happened had all been a dream, but to a point.

A/N: Sorry another somewhat short chapter. I know some of you are probably wondering about Booth closing his eyes tightly and are probably thinking how that is really out of character well I know it is and he was meant to do it. It will play a part later in the story, think of it being psycological or something.