"You know Cam, you could have your own museum with just the contents of your cupboard", Jack Hodgins said as he took out yet another dusty, junked filled, falling apart cardboard.

"That is why we are emptying it. I'll soon have to start charging to enter there", she laughed as he placed this latest box down on the examining table.

"Well, I feel very good about it", Angela smiled as she and Hodgins opened up the box, "I have accumulated a pile of paper clips, seven hardly used pencils, a disposable camera, and a lovely mug which after it has been disinfected, cleaned, and possibly repainted, will be the perfect paintbrush holder".

The yellow duck tape peeled off nicely, taking the top layer of cardboard with it, to reveal the contents of the next box. Booth reached in, and took out a white plastic ice cream tub. Through the translucent white plastic he could see multicoloured blocks of something. He shook it lightly, and it made the rattling noise, indicating what he thought was in there, was what he thought. He popped the lid open, and recognised the toy Parker loved so much. Booth was still finding pieces in his sofa and under the furniture. "Hey guys look, Lego", he laughed as he slowly poured the blocks out onto the table.

"Who was this dude?", Sweets asked, as he took out another box full of the blocks.

"I can't really remember him, can you Ange?", Jack asked as he picked up a piece and examined it.

"I think he retired just after we all started working together", she said as she put two pieces together, "But whoever he was, he had good taste".

"It is amazing how a simple toy like this can bring out anyone's creative inner child", Sweets said, as he and the others started putting blocks together.

"Well, who is going to have it all?", Cam asked, focused on her small creation.

The three men shot their heads up and looked at each other, all grinning. Cam and Angela, curious by the silence, lifted their heads to see the guys sharing glances between each other. "Oh God Cam, they are having a male moment", Angela smiled.

"A very rare occasion then", the boss smiled, leaning backwards.

"Gentlemen", Hodgins started, "I challenge you to a building contest".

"Who will be the judge though", Sweets asked, a cunning tone in his voice.

"We will have the honour", Angela said, putting one arm over Cam's shoulder.

"And if we can't decide, we will have Dr. B be head judge", Cam told them, smiling with Angela, "Whatever she says, goes".

"Done", Booth said as he took a pile of the building blocks, then running to Bones' office to start building.

"Done", Hodgins said, as he leaped over for another pile of the material, and ran to his room.

"Why am I always last", Sweets said looking at the miniature pile he had been left with, before running off with it to Angela's office.

"Well, at least we can now go through this stuff without any groans about our conversation choices", Cam said as she lifted out a load of papers.

"Just wonder who the first to finish will be?", Angela replied, looking at the separate rooms.

Mandible gulped down an almighty pile of fish, yet still wanted more. Brennan had discovered that it was tradition to eat with your dragon and the rest of their kind and their riders. That meant that Bart had taken her to a secluded place up on the mountain, with a cart full of fish, with two dragons following in great haste. She helped him on the last leg, even though he said he needed no help, she could tell he did. It didn't help his defence that he was huffing and puffing, and having to stop every now and again.

Fredo had finished eating and was now sitting on the edge of an outcrop, gazing at the village below, with Bart spread out in the grass, taking in the rare sunlight. He must have noticed last night that she was a vegetarian, or someone did anyway, as a salad, vegetarian crisps, cheese sandwiches, and a pot of pasta had been packed for them to eat. The only bit of meat was in Bart's lamb sandwiches which he ate before either dragon could get a hold of them.

She stared at her dragon who was wanting more. She sighed before throwing her the last fish. It went down in one, and a fiery burp followed that. Bart laughed, clenching his stomach as he rolled over onto his front. "She is great", he laughed, looking up at the doctor.

"She reminds me of Booth a bit", she laughed with the boy, as Mandible went to join her brother, "Over protective, yet the best company".

"Yeah, well Fredo is the comedian of the dragon world. Flying into cliffs, farting in mid flight, and accidentally on purpose poured a bucket of cold wet fish on my father's head", he laughed further.

"They must all be characters then", she stated to him, observing the two dragons rolling their eyes at the two humans.

"More than you know", Bart said before lying back down into the grass, "It's nice to have company up here".

"Yes. It is not ideal to eat on your own", Brennan told him, before crunching on a piece of celery.

"You know, I would look at Mandible all day long, wondering what she must have been thinking every day before you came", he sighed, "It was quite depressing actually, watching her fade away like that".

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know that she had chosen me. She didn't really let in on it back then", Brennan told the boy, feeling that it was somehow her fault in one way.

"It is not your fault. Some dragons take a long while to realise who they have chosen".

"How?".

"Okay, well, when you look over a body, you examine every minute detail before making any vital decisions right?".

"Yes, sometimes it takes days".

"Well, it was like that for her. It only took you leaving for her to realise it. She couldn't follow you because she didn't really know you, and by the time she knew who you were to her, your scent had long gone".

"Right, but we have the 'bond' now", she said, psychology, again.

"Yes", he said, sitting up, "And tomorrow, we will start to harness that bond".

"I don't know what you mean", she said, looking at him with a confused expression on her face.

"You are joining me in dragon training. I only began a few months ago, and I think my group would be suitable for you".

"I'm going to learn alongside teenagers?".

"Yes, and you have a lot to catch up on", he said looking at his watch; "Your saddle will be ready. C'mon, I know a short cut".

He helped her stand. To sum Temperance's feelings right now in one word; terrified. "I really don't like the sound of this", she said to him as he led her to the side of the cliff.

I held her hand, looking the 500metre drop below. The two dragons on either side, backed off. I tightened the rucksack on my back, and looked down. I know people say you should never look down from heights, but I'm not people. I'm Bart McCullough, Night Fury rider extraordinaire, and avid show off. I looked at the doctor; she was staring at the space below, all different situations forming in her head, like she probably did when solving a murder. I let go of her hand slowly, she didn't even notice, and I attached my safety rope around her belt.

My next move, made the doctor who has faced down death too many times and survived scream. I jumped off the cliff, her in tow. The air was rushing past our ears, and I released the safety latch, attaching us to each other. She continued to scream, and tried her best to slow herself down, frantically moving her limbs in the air. Then I heard the whistled, and two black objects zoomed past us. I looked down, and two Night Furies opened their wings. We hit them, and Dr. Brennan gripped onto Mandible for her life. Mandible and Fredo gave out a dragon laugh, as we levelled out, slowly descending to the village.

She opened her eyes, clinging onto the two small outgrowths of scales which Night Furies use in hearing. It doesn't hurt them, but it isn't the nicest sensation for them either. It will be a good thing when we land and they will have a proper saddle. Dr. Brennan looked at me like she could kill me, no jokes people, it was a serious look. "I could have died", she shouted at me as we went over the first few houses.

"But you survived", I shouted back, "Mandible, town square".

The dragon registered my orders and she banked round in the opposite direction to Fredo and I. We came in a loop formation, and my father, along with the blacksmith were waiting by the phone box. A group of Deadly Nadders flew off one of the roofs as we flew over. Fredo landed with a bump, whist Mandible landed gracefully. Girls, always the delicate approach, but I was yet to find out that I was completely wrong about that.

I hopped off, and as I turned around, something hit me in the arm. "Jeez!", I shouted, then looking up to realise who had actually hit me.

"You could have killed me", she shouted at me as my dad came running over.

"Bart, what did you do?", he shouted at me.

"Jumped of the cliff", I said, doing my best to bury my head in my shoulders.

"Taking me with him", Dr. Brennan added.

My dad thumped me in the other arm. Not as hard, but still, I probably deserved it. Then he started laughing. I looked up at him. His beard moving and all, but the doctor just stood there. "My boy, she is too old for ya", he said to me, patting me on the back.

"Excuse me?", Dr. Brennan asked, shocked by my father.

The blacksmith had joined us by now, and was also laughing with my dad. Well, I was sort of laughing too now. I can't believe what I had done. "My dear lady", the blacksmith started, "It is routine for boys to pull girls off that cliff as a sort of... date request".

"A date request?", she screamed, looking at me.

"I'm sorry", I laughed, "I've done it so many times on my own before, the symbolism didn't sink in".

She stared at me, hands on hips and all. My dad saw this, and stopped laughing. Women gestures, it was something we all had to learn. Seriousness returned to the conversation, and my dad coughed, symbolising the end. "Bart, just don't do that ever again", my dad told me, "Would you like to see your saddle now?".

He pointed over to the railing outside the blacksmith's workshop. There sitting proudly on its own, gleaming in our all too rare sunlight, was my other saddle. It had been shined up, adjusted, and gold writing was punched into the side. "That's my old dusty black saddle?", I questioned.

"Yes, and hasn't O'Malley done a wonderful job", my father said, patting the blacksmith on the back.

Mandible leaped over to it and began to sniff at the leather. Fredo soon joined her, sniffing the polish, registering the scent. "C'mon Dr. Brennan", I said as us three men began walking over.

She just stood there, mesmerised by the sight. Mandible popped up from behind her, and began enthusiastically pushing her forward. All the doctor needed was a little nudge, and she was flying, running as fast as she could to her new possession.

The black leather was smooth. A handrail sat on top, and the safety rope was waiting ready for them. Extra material had been added onto the back, my idea may I add, so she could carry all her stuff, or even a passenger if she felt like it. And on either side, gold letters read; Bone Team, Tempe and Mandi.

I watched as they doc smiled. She ran her fingers over all the details. She laughed as she read the text, her fingers writing the letters. "Bart, help with this will ya boy", O'Malley said to me as he began to lift the saddle.

We lifted the saddle, and Dr. Brennan got Mandible to be still. Hard thing I know for an excited dragon and it didn't help that Fredo was getting wound up, bouncing around the place like a spring lamb. We threw the saddle onto the dragon's shoulders, a perfect fit. O'Malley crawled underneath and did up the buckle whilst I levelled out the material on top. "Okay Miss Brennan", O'Malley began, "There is a tracking device built into the saddle, and in case of emergency, there is a flare and walkie talkie that is connected back here to the island".

Mandible knew when we were done as she rose onto her hind legs, and let out a roar of pleasure. She landed, and gave me a look. The doctor, even though Mandible was her dragon, knew nothing of these looks, and stood there waiting as I ran to Fredo, and my father and O'Malley stepped back. As I jumped onto Fredo, I pulled out the doc's shoe box, and rode him over to Mandible. I strapped the box onto the extra material with the bungees, before Mandible whipped her tail around, throwing the doc in the air, for her to land on her shoulders. It seemed that the dragon favourite this move, a cool one that I'm sort of jealous about.

I watched as the safety rope clicked on from the magnetism, and Mandible took this as a sign, and did a vertical takeoff. The doc seemed more at ease now, clinging onto the handles, feet sunk into the pockets on the saddle. We flew straight up into the clouds, smiling as we went.

"How long has it been now?", Cam asked as she and Angela began on the last box.

"Four hours, and many brick swaps", she replied.

The two women had made amazing progress since the men went off to start building with the Lego. They had found more deep within the cupboard, along with old x-rays, documents for the bodies in Limbo, and a collection of tapes. Along with the tapes, was a brand new in the day tape player, and in the last box, contained another. "This dude must have been so cool", Angela said as she looked through the collection of music.

"Makes you wonder how much stuff he actually took with him", Cam added.

"DONE", came from three different directions.

The guys had finished, and came running up to the platform, cradling their pieces of art like babies. The all se them down on the table, and looked at Cam and Angela, ready for them to begin Judging. Sweets had built a car. There was a little yellow man sitting at a steering wheel at the front, with a lady sitting next to him. The car was black, and Sweets for some reason had put red and blue bricks on top. "It is Booth and Brennan", he said, admiring his work.

The women continued onto Hodgins' masterpiece. It was in fact a roofless building, a floor plan more than anything else. But inside, was the best. Outside, it was all grey with long window spaces and columns, but inside it was bright white and chaotic. There were little yellow men and women everywhere. There was one pushing a trolley with another lying on top. There were a few rooms off to the side, one had the little blue books stuffed wherever Hodgins had found space, and another had spades, forks and spoons, knives all hanging or sitting on worktops. But the thing that did it for all of them was a raised platform area in the middle with a table and one little man lying down on it. Surrounding the table were six figures, some at computers, two facing each other, and one had a hand on the person on the table. "Hey, it's the Jeffersonian", Angela said as she picked up the figure which was meant to be her.

"But Sweets has the better Booth and Brennan", he said pointing to the two arguing, "Maybe later we could act out a murder and mix up our two sets!".

"Not before mine is judged", Booth jumped in.

Cam and Angela looked over to him. He was standing proud, and he should be as his item was dazzling. "Wow Booth", Hodgins said as he looked at the object built before him.

Booth had made a 50cm long, 20cm wingspan, and 10cm tall dragon. It was completely black, and two little blue squares represented its eyes. The wings actually moved up and down, and the tail could move back and forth. But atop of his masterpiece sat a figure; it was Viking.

"I really don't know what to say", Cam said as she looked at all three projects.

"I wouldn't be able to decide a winner in a million years", Angela added.

"Well, let's get Bones on the webcam ASAP and find out who is the winner", Booth said.

"Twice in one day", Angela said, "plus she is sort of meant to be on holiday".

"Plus it will be biased", Sweets added, "She will most likely choose Booths because he made it".

"Okay, we will not let her know who built what then", Hodgins told them.

"But we still have to find out if she can speak to us or not", Cam said jumping in.

Booth took out his phone, and put it to his ear. "Let's just hope she isn't in the middle of anything", he told them, looking at his watch, "It is only half five there, she shouldn't be in bed yet".

Temperance threw herself down onto her bed. They had spent the whole afternoon working out all the features to her saddle. She and Mandible now had a sort of way of communicating with each other which involved little nudges. Said dragon was now perched above her on the beams, preening her tail. Bart told them there was no large feast this evening, but pointed her towards a small hidden fridge within her room where he kept his midnight feast supplies if she didn't feel like joining he and his father for dinner. Bart would cover; something Booth would do for her.

Dragon training was to begin early tomorrow, something like eightish. Jet lag would get the better of her if she didn't at least attempt to get to sleep. She sat up, and peeled her shoes off, not the converses, her low heel boots. Her feet were hot and sticky, throbbing after being on for a whole afternoon of flying. Then, her phone began buzzing.

Without even looking at who was calling she answered, "Brennan".

"Hey Bones, could you turn the webcam on", Booth asked.

"Why?", she asked as she reached over for the laptop which she had abandoned on her bed.

"We need you to judge something fairly", he told her as he heard her laptop come on.

"Okay, give me a few minutes", she said before hanging up.

The desktop popped up, and the request to join the Jeffersonian was the first thing she saw. She clicked to accept, and the lab popped up, the five of them all huddled around a table. "Hey Sweetie", Angela said as she stepped forward, "Where is that hunky Scot?".

"At home eating with his family", Brennan told her, unaware that Mandible had stopped dead in her tracks after hearing Angela's voice.

"Drat, I was hoping he could...".

"Ange, he is only sixteen", she cut in.

"Well...".

"No! Now what is it you wanted?", she asked her.

"You need to judge these Bones", Booth said, pointing to three objects on the table.

"What are they?", she asked as she bent in closer.

But as her friends described the projects, Mandible landed softly, and was now creeping towards the back of the laptop. It was a new situation for her, never seeing or hearing a webcam conversation, and natural instincts took over. She crept slowly across the wooden floor, no creaks, no sound. Temperance was talking to her friends when she bent her head over the laptop, to see what her rider was up to. Thank fully, she was out of shot, and the people she was talking to, couldn't see Mandible, otherwise, the secret would have been out.

"Okay Bren, which one do you want", Angela asked her friend.

"Booth's car, the Jeffersonian, or the dragon", Cam read through the list.

Brennan heard Mandible snort slightly, and looked upwards. "Dragon", she said, and Booth started to celebrate.

"Thanks so much Dr. B", Cam said, looking at Booth, doing some sort of celebratory dance.

"Anytime", she laughed as Booth picked up his dragon and put it close to the camera lens, "I'll uh, speak to you guys tomorrow then".

"Yeah, when we are all back to sex, money, and jealousy motivated murders", Jack Hodgins stated as he and Sweets arranged the Lego ready to start the little role play they had spoke about earlier.

"I have a good five more days until that though", Brennan told them.

"Don't be too sure about that Sweetie", Angela told her.

"We may need advice with all the interns out of action", Cam added.

"Okay, well just give me a five minute warning before hand", Tempe told them as she sat up.

"Alright. Good Night Dr. B", Cam said.

"Night Bones", Booth shouted from somewhere off screen.

There was an annoying buzzing above her head somewhere. Temperance had gone to bed really early last night, and now it was time to get up for dragon training. She opened her eyes, and above her, was her alarm, in the mouth of her dragon. Mandible released the object and it landed in Tempe's lap, still beeping. It read 7:30. The equivalent to 2:30 back home in DC. Angela was right about the jet lag, it was absolute hell.

Temperance sat up and rubbed her eyes. The sun was shining through the gaps in her curtains to reveal that Mandible had pulled out all her clothes and had made a pile of them in the centre of the room. To add to things, it looked as though she had slept on them like a nest. The dragon pounced over to the pile and took out a pair of jeans and a white three quarter length shirt. She placed in on the end of Temperance's bed before bounding over to another pile she had made; her shoes. The dragon stuck her head into the pile and took out the pair of converses Bart gave her yesterday, and tossed them over her shoulders, and they happened to land at the foot of the post where her clothes had been hung.

Tempe laughed at her dragon, as she then jumped onto her bed and began pushing her out. Tempe jumped out, and grabbed her clothes to change in the bathroom. All the time she could hear Mandible sniffing at the base of the door, snorting every so often. She sat down on the edge of the bath as she did up the laces of the converses, tight as she could like Bart had suggested.

As she opened the door, on the other side waiting was Mandible doing the best sort of smile as she could. Brennan smiled back, grabbed her bag, and did her best to get Mandible to be still. It was like trying to control a hyperactive toddler. Mandible finally became still long enough for Tempe to attach her bag to the saddle, and clip on the safety cord, ready for any hiccups along the way.

Brennan directed the animal to the door, and pulled her along the hall to where the chief looked as though he had just woken up. His beard was a mess, and he was wearing stripped pyjamas. "Morning Dr. Brennan", he yawned, "did you sleep well?".

"Yes thank you, did you?", she asked him, trying to be nice.

He nodded his head as he reached into a cupboard and pulled out a box of cereal. "Is Bart up", she asked him, looking for her companion in dragon training.

"Oh he left about six this morning. He likes to get extra done before the lesson begins. Bit like I was you know, eager to start flying", he mumbled.

Tempe smiled at him as she pulled Mandible towards the front door. The boy had left without her, and she had no clue as to where she was going. Mandible was her only hope. As the dragon entered into the outside world, all of her senses went into action. She bounced around, tugging at the safety cord. Brennan pulled hard at it, and the dragon came to a standstill. "Okay Mandible", Brennan started as she climbed up onto the dragon's shoulders, "Take us to wherever dragon training is".

Mandible began to run and flap her wings. Soon they had lift, and she headed around to the other side of the mountain. It was mostly rock, but as Brennan concentrated, she focused in on a small arena cut into the rock. In the centre she could see about eight dragons, one most definitely Fredo, and four human figures. Teenagers were so tall these days; it was hard to tell who the teacher in the group was.

Mandible banked around, and landed smoothly in a little run type move. Brennan unclipped her, and hopped down off Mandible. "Good we are all here", an older woman from the middle of the group of teens said as she marched forward, "Dr. Brennan, I'm Aidan, the dragon trainer".

She was about forty, and of average height. She had dyed her hair a bright vibrant red, which was cut short. Her eyes were a piercing green colour, and she wore a carky green army outfit, and had a large bag, most likely full of fish on her back.

"Nice to meet you", she said as she was led over to the teens.

"You know Bart, I 'ope. This is Betha", she pointed to the blonde girl next to Bart, then to the tall dark haired boy, "And this strapping young lad is Caley".

"Pleasure to meet you both", Dr. Brennan told the teens.

"Okay, so dragons are Caley's Gronckle Brazil", Aidan pointed to large fat stumpy dragon on its bag asleep by Fredo, "And Betha's Deadly Nadder Blue", she pointed to a blue dragon sitting like an ostrich by them.

"And the fellas over there are trainees", she pointed to a collection of dragons on the other side of the ring, "One of each of the common species of dragon we have here. The big red one is a Monstrous Nightmare, the one with two heads is a Hideous Zippleback, and the little ones running around are Terrible Terrors".

"They all have splendid names", Tempe said as she looked about the group.

"Yeah, but we are not here to talk. You have a lot to catch up on doc", Aidan said as she grabbed the safety cord of a passing by Nadder, "Right, I want a warm up lap of the island, then we are going to practice loops. Go!".

The teens all ran to their dragons, and were up in the air before Temperance had even taken a breath. She looked around to see Aidan had disappeared with the other dragons, and she was standing alone with Mandible. She ran to her dragon who was up in the air before Tempe had a chance to attach the safety cord. She fumbled about with the cord, and then as soon as that task was completed, Mandible shot forward at such a pace. They caught up with the group, and all flew in unison around the island.

"Bone Team", Aidan shouted across to them, "Fly up, and I want you to dive first towards the ring, and then pull up at the last second to slow down for landing".

Tempe nodded, and pulled slightly upwards on the handle bars. Mandible reacted immediately, and they were flying high into the sky. Through the clouds they went, and Tempe let Mandible decide what was high enough to start the dive. They peaked at a point, then Mandible flipped over and they began heading down. Brennan bent inwards into her dragon to increase the streamline flow of the air. The air began to whistle around them and the ground was getting closer and closer. Brennan being Brennan with her high IQ and natural athletic ability which she always claimed to Booth to have, left it to the absolute last second to signal to Mandible to pull up.

Mandible opened her wings, and the force threw Tempe back in the saddle. They landed softly in the ring where the others were waiting. "I'm impressed", Aidan said as the group walked the dragons over to her.

"That is so not fair", Caley grumbled as he sat back on his Gronckle.

"I can't even do that yet!", Bart exclaimed.

"How fast do you think you were going?", Betha squeaked.

"I really don't want to know", Brennan said.

"Well, I think we will have no problem getting onto the advanced stuff today", Aidan told the group, "We finished basics last week, and were hoping you would catch up quick for us to get onto the good stuff".

"The good stuff?".

"High speed flying, aerobatics, and death defying stunts, that sort of thing you know. If you fly when you can this week, you and Mandible will have no problem keeping up".

AN: Thanks for all of the reviews so far, they make revising go so much better. This has only been accomplished today because I gave up an hour of sleep each night of this week to write this. So, this morning, there was no shock to me when I found that I woke up at eleven. If you haven't reviewed yet, please do. Thanks again, Stitch.