Christine and Booth sit in the car in silence. Ever since it had come to light about Christine and Michael possibly dating again, their relationship had been full of tension.

"Dad, where are you taking me?" Christine asks.

"Surprise." Booth tells her with a smile.

Christine rolls her eyes, and plays with the radio. Selena Gomez's 'Love You Like A Love Song' comes on the radio. Christine turns it up and starts to bob her head. Booth looks at his daughter as they approach a red light. Christine continues to sing the song, looking out the window. Oblivious to her father's current stares. Christine starts to rock to the music, turning back forward. She catches her father's gaze and looks at him in confusion.

"Dad, why are you looking at me like I farted?"

Booth cannot help but smile at his daughter's outburst.

"What's going on with you and Mike?" Booth asks.

Christine groans and rolls her eyes.

"Are we really going to have this conversation?"

"Yea, we are Christine." Booth says in his stern voice.

"Nothing, we're hanging out again."

"Are you guys …"

Christine looks at her father as he struggles to get the words out of his mouth. Booth is more uncomfortable than his child, seeing as she inherited Bones' non-squeamish tendencies for these types of conversations.

"Are we dating? Is that what you're trying to say? Or are you asking if I'm sleeping with him again?"

Booth groans, sighing heavily.

"All."

"Do you want the truth or what you want to hear from your baby girl?" Christine asks laughing.

"The truth."

"We're kind of dating. We're not back together that's for sure," Christine says putting her feet on the dashboard, "I won't lie to you Dad. We have slept together again. We're just like magnets, constantly pushing and pulling each other in. It's exhausting but I can't seem to not be with him."

Booth's mind is in a constant agony. His daughter just revealed to him that she's in a sort of friends with benefit relationship with his best friend's son. Booth shakes his head to physically allow himself to let go of all the negative thoughts he has of shooting the oldest Hodgins protégée. He mentally prepares himself to face his daughter's brutal honesty about everything that is going on between the two teens.

"The first time around I left the threatening to your brothers. What everyone doesn't know is that I took Max's shotgun and went to the Hodgins house."

"You did what?" Christine exclaims in complete shock.

"I went over to Mike's house with a gun. Now I didn't put it up to him but he sure was shaking in his size fourteen boots. I just had a long talk with him. But what he did that made me feel sorry for him was tell me that he was more afraid that you'd never talk to him or look at him that way again than me with a shotgun to his chest." Booth reveals turning a corner.

Christine smiles, visually picturing Mike doing exactly what Booth told her.

"He would do something like that."

"I just don't want you hurt Princess." Booth says as the SUV comes to a stop.

Christine's eyes brim with tears. Her father hasn't called her princess since she was nine years old. She didn't know how much she missed it until then.

"I know Daddy. I can't promise that you'll never see me upset over a guy again but I promise that I'm stronger than everyone knows." Christine tells her father with a smile.

Booth looks at his daughter fully in the eyes.

"I know Princess. You're stronger than me."

Christine laughs, going over the console to hug her father.

"I really missed talking to you Dad. It's been a while."

"That's why I wanted to take you out for some father-daughter time."

"You're my best friend." Christine whispers into his ear.

Booth just smiles in reply hugging his daughter tighter. Christine might be growing up but she would always be Daddy's little girl to him.

"You tell that boy to take care of you." Booth says to her.

"He knows Daddy." Christine says pulling back from the embrace.

She looks around getting a vaguely familiar, nostalgic feeling about the area. Christine's smile grows a ten-fold when she recognizes the old candy store across the street from the SUV.

"You brought me to Wally's?" Christine exclaims.

Booth smiles at his daughter's reaction.

"We haven't been here in like six years!" Christine exclaims hopping out of the car.

Booth exits the car and wraps his arm around his daughter who had walked around to his side. The two cross the street with matching Booth smiles.

"So what's the limit?" Christine asks, knowing when she was little there was always a limit to how much candy she could get her father to buy.

"As much as you want Princess."

Christine smiles going into the old, large building. There are kids and teens all over the store, filing bags with sour treats, lollipops and chocolate. Christine's eyes instantly find the sour stand and she gets a bag to fill.

"Sweet tooth?" A voice from behind her asks.

Christine turns to see a boy of about nineteen smiling down at her.

"You could say that."

"Wow Chrissy, you've changed but the sour stuff still has you."

Christine looks up to narrow her eyes at the boy. Something is awfully familiar about him.

"Adam?" She asks smiling.

"The very one."

Christine hugs him tightly.

"You've got a grip there Chrissy."

Christine laughs, pulling off from the hug.

"That'd be all the boxing and weight lifting."

"So the Princess really did become a Warrior." Adam teases.

"I always told you I would." Christine says, filling the bag to the top.

Booth walks over, eyeing his daughter talking to an older looking male.

"Christine, are you about done?" Booth asks.

"Don't rush me, Dad. … Hey, remember the owner's son Adam who use to tease me all the time? This is him." Christine says, getting another plastic bag to fill.

Booth turns to see the young man. The last time they meet he was two feet shorter and definitely skinnier. Christine can't help her eyes but to keep going back to Adam. He filled out. His long hair is tied into a ponytail, his skin tanned out evenly and his muscles singing 'Get Me Out Of This Shirt.' If she didn't have Mike, she definitely would see if Adam had a girlfriend.

"Hey Mr. Booth."

"Hey Adam. Your Dad told me you were at college in Ohio."

"Yeah, I am. We're on break right now so I thought I would come home and visit the shop." Adam says.

"Ready." Christine says, handing Booth two huge bags of sour candy.

Booth laughs, as Adam leads the two to the registers.

"I've got them Haley." Adam says, taking over the register.

"So how old are you now Chrissy?"

"I made sixteen in December. You're 19 right?"

"Yea, I'm getting old." Adam jokes.

"Not old enough." Christine mumbles smiling at the boy.

Booth narrows his eyes at Adam as he hands him the receipt and the bag.

"I hope to see you again." Adam says more to Christine than to Booth.

"Yeah, maybe."

Booth grabs his daughter's arm and they head out of the store. Christine laughs as they exit out the door.

"He just hit on me."

"Yeah, I have to make sure he's away next time."

"Dad, I have to admire all the candy. Even eye candy." Christine jokes hugging her father.

Booth shakes his head and forces a smile. Maybe he should have hoped that his daughter didn't come out good-looking like both of her parents. It was more a curse on him than anything else.