(A/N:- Hello, again. Well, for such a short first chapter, I didn't think that anyone would review at all, so needless to say, I was surprised to get five reviews.Here's the update, as you can see. I wasn't going to update this for a while, but I was told by a certain Canadian that I needed to update! Thanks for that! :P Well, I've decided that this fanfiction is going to be one where I completely humiliate, annoy, and embarrass Cam. Yeah, I don't like her. At all. I thought it would be funny to do this, before I kill her in my next fic. And I'm serious. I'm already planning her death. That's how much I hate her. So, I hope you like it. This is just a small example of the torment I'm going to put Cam through, and it isn't much at all, so if you want to see more of my meddling, let me know in a review. I would love to hear from you – holbonesfan)

Chapter One

"I've got it!!!" Angela gasped, eyes wide. "Anyone up for some party games?"

Do you know me?

Temperance shook her head disapprovingly.

"Games? Oh, come on. How old are you guys, six?" She groaned, exasperated.

"Bones! Stop being a spoilsport. We have nothing better to do, so why not play a couple of games..." He looked over at Angela. "What do you have in mind, Ange?"

"I was thinking of like a person-quiz. You know, like where two people answer questions about the other. We take it in turns and see who knows each other best..." she trailed off, looking around at the others for approval. She took their non-committed shrugs to be a yes, and grinned triumphantly.

"Fine then. Jack, you go first. Who's the person that knows you best?" Temperance mumbled, and Angela grinned even wider.

"Probably Zach." He glanced at his girlfriend, and her annoyed look. "Sorry, Ange. It's true though."

"Okay, then. Each of us will ask you a question each, and then both of you will answer the question. We're asking about Jack first, and then about Zach. Cam, would you care to start?" Angela explained, most of it aimed at Zach and Temperance.

"Indeed I shall. Jack, Zach. What is Jack's favourite colour?" Cam shrugged at the amused faces staring at her, and laughed. "What? You have to start easy, don't you?"

"Oh come on, Cam. Even I know that!" Booth exclaimed, grinning broadly.

Zach laughed, and quickly scribbled his answer onto the portable whiteboard that Angela had pulled out of nowhere. Jack smirked, and wrote his own answer onto his whiteboard, and held it against his chest, protectively.

"So, Booth. If you're so smart. What's my favourite colour." He smirked, and stared pointedly at Booth.

"Blue." He stated simply, as if the answer was obvious.

"That is...-" Angela began, before being interrupted by both Zach and Jack.

"Incorrect." They said, simultaneously.

"WHAT? What is it then?" Booth looked shell-shocked. He has been so certain that he was right. How could he be wrong?

"Is it green?" Angela asked. Apparently she didn't know the answer either.

"Red?" Brennan supplied.

"Maybe it's yellow..." Cam cut in.

"Oh for goodness sake. It's TEAL. Teal." Jack exclaimed. "Why does nobody know that?"

"I knew that." Zach said, and uncovered his answer, which, needless to say, read teal.

"Well, at least I know who my real friend is, Zachy boy." Jack laughed, and smacked him on the back.

"Okay, enough. We're sorry! Now come on, Brennan. Your turn to ask the next question."

To everybody's surprise, it turned out that Zach knew a lot more about Hodgins than he let on. He correctly told of his favourite film – "Bug." Zach had said, with a shrug. – where he liked to shop for his suits, and what his first girlfriend was called – "Denise. But she wasn't anywhere near as pretty as you, Angela." Jack had explained, a faint blush evident on his cheeks.

"Right. Next couple." Jack finally said, as the points were tallied up. "Agent Booth. Who knows you best?"

"Bones. No doubt about it." He winked at her, and she smiled shyly, before she noticed the look on Cam's face. Her smiled quickly faded, and her fix remained on the floor.

"Cam, you ask the first question again. But make it a little more difficult than what my favourite colour is." Booth teased, and smiled at her. She glared at him, and he shot a puzzled look at Brennan, who shrugged. He returned the shrug, and turned back towards the pathologist.

"What's Booth's favourite type of food." Temperance grinned, and hurriedly wrote down her answer. She looked up to see Booth staring at her, and she laughed to herself.

"I swear, Bones. You get this wrong, and I may have to disown you." He warned, with a chuckle.

"You never owned me in the first place, Booth. Anyway. Booth's favourite food's Thai. That was an easy question."

Angela indicated for Booth to certify her answer, and when he did, she marked a point on her tally sheet.

"Favourite song?" Zach asked, looking slightly bored. He obviously isn't enjoying the game too much Brennan thought to herself, whilst writing down the name of the song both she and Booth adored so much.

"Hot Blooded..." Temperance trailed off, and glanced at Booth warily. He shot a reassuring look at her, and the others looked at each other, puzzled.

"It doesn't matter, guys. Just something that happened last year..." He coughed, and pulled at his tie. "Yeah, that's right. Obviously."

They carried on playing, with Cam, Jack, Zach and Angela all determined to catch Brennan out. But it just wasn't working. She knew his favourite place to visit, his favourite movie, the names of the past five girlfriends he'd had, and even what his grandparents were called.

Angela sighed. God, she knows everything about him...

"Okay then." That's it! I've got it. Come on Boothhelp me out here..."What are the two most important things in the world to Booth?"

The two most important things?Well, Parker obviously. If Parker died, Booth would be lost. He'd probably give up. His job, maybe? Yeah, that must be it. Parker, and his job. Right.

She wrote the answers neatly on the board, smiling to herself. She knew she was right. She'd got through the whole round without getting anything wrong. Not even Zach had done that. He'd got the question about Jack's favourite shop completely wrong. How was he supposed to know that that didn't mean a supermarket?

"Well, sweetie. What are your answers?" Angela asked, whilst silently praying to God that Booth hadn't let her down.

"I think that the things most important to Booth are Parker. And his job." She stated, proudly. What she wasn't expecting was a laugh from Booth. She looked puzzled and sent a look of questioning towards him.

"My job? Oh come on, Bones. Parker's right, of course. If Parker... you know... I wouldn't know what to do..." He glanced at his feet, aware of all eyes on him.

"What about the other one, Booth?" Angela asked, excitedly. Please... Please... Please... Please... I swear, God, if you do this, I will never be blasphemous again. I promise. And I'll go to church every Sunday. And I'll pray. Please, oh Please

Booth blushed red, and turned towards Brennan with a small smile.

"You, Temperance. You're the joint first most important thing in the world to me. I couldn't live without you. You."

(A/N: I know, I know. Sucky ending. Oh well. I couldn't think about how to end it, but I knew that I wanted Booth to say something similar to that. Oh well. I hope you like it anyway. I like the way it's coming out, I guess. The next chapter's going to be up fairly soon – in fact, I'm going to start writing it when I get home from school tomorrow afternoon. Right now, I'm going to bed. Happy reading, and since you've already done the reading part, why not make a poor, unpaid author happy and give her the review she's always dreamed of. Reviews are the only thing that keeps me going. Thanks for reading. That purple button down there's getting a bit lonely. How about you keep it company and click on it? It would be really grateful, I imagine. – holbonesfan)