This is my first Bones story. At the moment, I can't think of a better title.

After Temperance (Bones) leaves Seeley for a different man, she takes their daughter, Christine, and leaves the country in the middle of the night, he meets a younger girl with a tragic past. At his age, Seeley wouldn't normally get with a 16yr old, but he feels a connection with her that he's never felt with anyone else he's dated before—not even Temperance. 16, by the way, is the new legal age of consent. Some accept the relationship while some do not.

I DO NOT OWN BONES OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! I ONLY CLAIM THE STORY & CHARACTERS I CREATE!

Then:

"Damnit! Son of a bitch!" Seeley yelled, slamming things around his home.

He had just arrived home from a three-day undercover operation only to find the house he and Temperance shared empty except for his things. Temperance and Christine were missing; the only evidence left was a note from Temperance.

Seeley,

I can no longer take it.

I know you said you wanted to work on our issues, but you know as well as I do that we're no longer in love.

With each other.

We're no longer in love with each other.

Not only that, but we're not happy anymore either.

I've called everyone, the church, and the venue, and canceled the wedding and the plans. I also paid the last-minute cancelation fees—seeing as I was the one who called everything off.

I have moved out of the country with Jeff. No, I will not give you his last name so you can track us.

Also, Max helped us, so you shouldn't be able to track me because I no longer go by Brennan. I do not know what Russ is doing, but Max is coming with us.

And yes, I did take Christine with me as well.

First: we can't agree on anything when it comes to parenting her.

Next: we most certainly can't agree on her education.

Finally: she should be with me because she's more mine than yours.

You should probably just forget about her.

That being said, I took all the pictures we had.

And finally:

I don't know why you would want to, but you're welcome to stay in the house.

The house is all paid off, and I placed it in your name. For all I care, you can sell it, move out, and buy yourself a new place if you want.

Goodbye, Seeley.

Bones.

Seeley read that note three times, becoming increasingly agitated each time he read it.

Nobody was awake at three in the morning, so there was no one he could talk to. He ended up crying himself to sleep on the couch that Temperance generously left; she took the bed.

When he woke up several hours later, he went to the lab to ask the squints, as he calls them, what they knew.

No one, not even Angela, knew anything: it was a massive shock to them all.

"She probably didn't tell Angela because she knew you'd come talk to all of us—especially Angela." Cam calmly insisted, watching an extremely frustrated Seeley.

"Yeah. Great. That's just great." Seeley grumbled, pissed off.

He was so angry that Seeley punched one of the autopsy tables, shocking most of the interns there before storming off.

"Poor Seeley." Angela spoke, conflicted. She felt terrible because she greatly respected Seeley. Yet, at the same time, Temperance was her best friend—sister by choice.

"Yeah. So, now what?" Jack questioned, watching Seeley walk away.

"I don't know." Angela replied with a sigh.

"There's nothing we can do. For now, all you should be doing is concentrating on our body. Angela, I need you to do a facial reconstruction, and we need it as soon as possible. Hodgins, I need you to study the particulates in this goop and figure out what they are exactly. Mr. Fisher—please just do something productive pertaining to the body." Cam delegated everyone to their areas of expertise—except Mr. Doom and Gloom.

Two weeks later, out of nowhere, Angela and Jack finally moved to Paris with Michael.

Cam and Arastoo put in their two-week resignation and planned to start a life together, starting with adopting.

Cam was replaced by someone named J.P. Jamenson.

Vivian Benson was brought in as lead anthropologist, replacing Temperance. She may even be better than Bones. That's what Oliver Wells says. Despite him believing that and having a significant thing for Vivian, Oliver is extremely jealous and bitter. One: she was chosen over him for lead anthropologist. Two: she chose some kid named Gage to be her assistant to study under her.

Sweets is the only one who stuck around with Seeley. And by association, Daisy also stuck by Booth.

Now:

"I figure I'd find you here." Sweets spoke, finding Seeley at a bar with a beer.

"Yeah. You found me." Seeley replied, taking a sip of his beer.

"Are you drunk?" Sweets questioned, unable to tell.

"No. I just got here about five minutes ago. What brings you here?" Seeley answered before inquiring.

"Oh, you know… I'm here to make sure you don't become overly drunk and do something stupid—again." Sweets answered.

"I'm not going to become overly drunk and do something stupid again. I've only going to be here for half an hour—an hour, tops. And I'm only going to drink beer. Besides, that was two months ago. I've had time to reflect." Seeley calmly insisted, watching Sweets.

"I see." Sweets replied, holding his finger up for a beer.

"How's Daisy doing?" Seeley questioned.

"She's fine; she's excitedly decorating the apartment. What about you? Have you met anyone new? Or found somewhere new to live?" Sweets questioned.

"That's good. No, I haven't; I haven't exactly been looking. As for a new home: yes, I found one. I also found someone to buy the other house. Well, I did that first and then found a new home. It's just a small, one-story house with four bedrooms, two full bathrooms, two half bathrooms, a basement, and an attic. And in two weeks, I'll be able to move in. For now, I'm stuck at my old apartment." Seeley answered with a small smile.

"I'm happy for you." Sweets sincerely told Seeley.

"Thanks. Me too. I'm finally happy for me too." Seeley replied, taking another sip.

"Umm… Excuse me?" A soft voice softly and nervously spoke from the other side of Seeley.

"Yes? Can we help you?" Seeley and Sweets questioned, turning their attention to a young girl with auburn hair reaching her upper back and hazel eyes. Seeley couldn't stop staring at her.

"Umm… Yes. Are you Mr. Seeley Booth?" The girl questioned.

"Yes, that's me." Seeley replied.

"Sargent ummm… Sargent Fart Knocker, Seeley Booth?" The girl questioned, turning very red from embarrassment.

"Who wants to know?" Seeley demanded, trying to remain calm.

"Umm…" "I told you two idiots not to involve her in your stupid games. Jesus." Another younger girl growled, interrupting the first girl, walking over.

"You're Seeley Booth, yes?" The girl demanded.

"Yeah. And you are?" Seeley demanded, watching her.

"You don't intimidate me, Mr. Fart Knocker. My name is Sophie, and this is my friend, Nevaeh; she's very, very painfully shy. My idiot boyfriend and his idiot friend over there bet or dared her to come talk to you while I was in the bathroom. My idiot boyfriend and his idiot friend served with you in the rangers. You're Fart Knocker, and they're Dip Shit and Fabulous Tris." This girl, Sophie, informed Seeley, pointing him toward the ones who sent Nevaeh.

"No way." Seeley spoke, standing up, stunned, before walking to meet some old friends…