I took the liberty to tear apart everything. I destroyed what we knew as reality, and then I pieced it back together to suit my fancy. As in the beginning of season 1, Parker does not exist. I liked it better that way. I always wondered, why wouldn't he have mentioned his son at all in the numerous episodes before? Because that storyline was an afterthought. And yes, I like the idea of him having a kid, but they really should have put more effort into his back story.
Temperance Brennan was not a fool. She knew that Booth would not stop calling the lab until she agreed to help him and that was something she refused to do. After the disaster that the first case turned out to be, she never wanted to see his face again. Although she knew that she may well be seeing it on her child just a few short months from now.
"Agent Booth called again." Zack spoke as he stared blankly at the tibia in his hands.
"Did you tell him never to call here again?" Temperance looked up from the skull, a determined tone in her voice.
"Don't you think you should talk to him?" Angela was always the voice of reality, not reason.
"Why would I do that?" Brennan questioned confusedly.
Mr. Addy, seeing that this was a conversation he did not want to be part of, sat the bone back on the stainless steel table and walked into Hodgins' office.
"Baby Booth." Angela pointed at Tempe's belly, protruding from under her lab coat.
"No." Temperance did not tell her friend who the father of her baby was, and she did not like it when the team jumped to conclusions without evidence. "This" She laid her hands on her stomach "is Baby Brennan."
"Angela." Temperance walked into her friend's office, lab coat in hand, "I need to ask you for a favor."
"Anything, Sweetie." Angela looked back at her friend softly.
"I have an appointment with my doctor today." She paused, "I am going to find out the sex of my child." She rubbed her stomach absent mindedly. She did that a lot lately. "And I don't want to do it alone."
"Of course, sweetie." Angela beamed, she was so happy that Tempe wanted her to be there, but there was something eating at her. "But, isn't there someone else you should be asking?"
"Who?"
"The father." Angela knew she was probably over stepping, "Whoever that may be." She had learned the hard way not to mention the name Seeley Booth.
"No, Angela." Brennan was still in denial, and adamant. She walked out of the office.
Dr. Brennan sat on the sofa in her office for what seemed like hours, lost in thought, not realizing she was crying the whole time.
"Bren." Angela walked into the dark room. "Brennan, are you in here?" She flipped the wall switch, lighting up the room.
Temperance stood, wiping her tears away with her hands. "Yeah, Ange."
"Are you okay, Sweetie?"
"You have the face?" Temperance asked, ignoring the elephant in the room.
"Yeah." She handed her a folder. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Angela." Annoyance made her answer sound harsh. She lowered her voice. "I'm fine." She swallows hard, sets the folder down onto the coffee table, and wipes her face again. "I just," she pauses to gather herself. "I just don't think I can do this alone."
"Sweetie." Angela walks across the room and wraps her long arms around her best friend. "You will never have to do any of this alone." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You have all of us. Every one of us loves you and will be here for you whenever you need us."