A/N: this chapter is a follow up to chapter 12.

I don't own Bones.

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It had been a mistake to borrow his father's car and drive it to McDonalds for a snack, but it seemed grossly unfair that his father was punishing him for it. After all, if the car hadn't had a problem with the carburetor the Mustang wouldn't have stopped running while he was out and he wouldn't have had to get his sister to come and rescue him. They had got the car back home safely and there had been no harm done to the car. Now he was grounded and he couldn't go anywhere for a month and his father took his allowance from him for two months.

His arms folded tightly against his chest, Hank glared at his father and shook his head. "I'm not going to Arlington Cemetery tomorrow. It's stupid. We eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in front of the tombstone of some guy that we don't even know. The guy died before you were even born Dad and he's not related to us . . . I'm not supposed to go anywhere because you said so, so I don't want to go to the cemetery and eat a sandwich. You can't make me . . . It's stupid."

A little shocked, Booth stood up and turned to face his youngest son. "It's tradition. Pops promised James Rawlings that he would visit his grave every year and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of him and drink a Coke. It was a dying request. Pops made that promise and since he's not here to keep that promise anymore then we have to do it for him."

Slowly shaking his head, Hank refused to bend. "Pops made that promise to James Rawlings. Not you or Parker or Mom or Christine and not me. I'm not going."

Aware that his son was angry that he was being punished for stealing his Mustang, Booth felt that the boy was pushing him too far. "You're going. James Rawlings fought for his country and when he was dying he asked his best friend to visit him once a year. Once a year isn't too much to ask for. He was a hero and Pops considered him his best friend. James deserves to have someone visit him. He was an orphan and he didn't have any family. We're his family now and we are going to visit him tomorrow."

"Well, I'm not. It's stupid." Hank shook his head. If his father said he couldn't go anywhere then that meant anywhere. "I'm staying home."

Before he could respond, Brennan stepped into the living room. "Booth, since Hank can't stay home by himself then I will stay with him. You and Parker and Christine can go and visit James then drive up to Philadelphia to visit Hank, your grandmother and Jared. I've already bought flowers for their graves and they're in the refrigerator in the garage. I bought daffodils this year. They are quite lovely."

Though he was angry about the situation, Booth knew that he would keep the peace and do what his wife suggested. "Thanks, Bones. Jared loved daffodils . . . While we're paying our respects to James and Pops and Jared and Nana you can make sure that Hank reads my copy of 'Band of Brothers'. If he won't pay his respects to someone that deserves it then he can at least read about why he should."

Opening his mouth to respond, the boy noticed that his father seemed to be getting angrier and Hank knew he'd better stop before the situation got too bad. "Fine." Abruptly turning, he marched down the hallway, entered his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

"He doesn't think he should be punished since he got my car back to the house without a scratch . . . He stole my car. He can keep saying he borrowed it all he wants, but he stole it. He didn't ask me if he could drive it . . . What is it about my car and my kids? Christine stole it when she was sixteen and now Hank stole it and he's just fourteen for God's sake . . . Maybe I should just sell it before one of my kids gets hurt or killed."

Moving closer to her husband, Brennan placed her hand on his arm. "No, Booth. You love to tinker with your Mustang. It relaxes you. Don't give up something that makes you happy just because our children have self control issues. Angela says that most teenagers don't use their brain. Of course, everyone uses their brain, but I understand what she meant . . . Remember when Michael Vincent borrowed Hodgins' electric scooter and crashed it into a tree? The scooter was badly damaged and Hodgins had to buy another one. Michael Vincent was lucky that he just got some bruises and a couple of lacerations. He could have been seriously injured. Hodgins made him help Angela with her garden for the summer as punishment."

"Yeah . . . I'm sorry that Hank is being such a butt hole and you have to stay here tomorrow." Booth shook his head. "Hank can try to punish me all he likes, but it just proves that he has a lot of growing up to do. I have obligations and I will fulfill them. They're not stupid."

"Of course they aren't Booth. They are family obligations."

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Standing in front of James Rawlings' grave, Booth held up his sandwich and Coke and smiled. "James . . . we're eating peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches this year. Everyone is doing okay. I guess you've noticed that Hank and Bones aren't here this year. Hank stole my Mustang and he's being punished for it . . . He didn't get hurt or anything so you don't need to worry about him. He's just being a teenager and . . . well, Parker and Dene are here. Christine is here too and we all want you to know that we love you. You were Pop's best friend and he considered you part of his family. We do too. Happy Memorial Day."

Once they were finished eating and drinking, Booth and his family made their way back to their cars. Christine stood next to her father's car and waited for him to get ready to leave.

Annoyed with his little brother, Parker stood next to his father. "I can't believe Hank refused to come here and visit James. He knows it's tradition."

Since he was still annoyed, Booth shrugged his shoulders. "Hank is mad at me and he thinks he's punishing me . . . I couldn't drag him here. It would have just been a fight and I didn't want to fight with him or anyone else. Not today. We came so James can see we didn't forget him. If Hank wants to disappoint James then there is nothing I can do about it. I'm sure James understands." Booth believed that his loved ones could see what their family was doing from heaven and he considered James family because his grandfather did.

Dene didn't like that her brother-in-law was being so disrespectful to his father, but she decided to keep silent. This wasn't really her business. She just hoped that Hank would realize that hurting his father wasn't going to earn him any points with Parker and Christine.

Disgusted with the situation, Parker shook his head. "I'm sure you're right, Dad. James got to see us eat our sandwiches and drink our Cokes and that's the important part. Pops said James really loved peanut butter and considered it the food of the gods." Parker laughed. "Poor James. Pizza is the food of the gods, but he's entitled to his opinion."

Amused, Booth laughed. "Yeah . . .of course, Bones thinks we're full of it when it comes to pizza . . . the last one she ordered me was a vegetarian one . . . no meat. It actually had spinach on it." Booth shook his head. "I need to order my own pizza from now on."

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Hank was reading the book his father wanted him to read, but he was doing it under protest. About a third of the way through the book, the boy slammed the book shut and glared at his mother. "I didn't steal Dad's car. I borrowed it. No one would take me to McDonalds and I knew I could get there and back without help . . . He's just being mean to me. It's not fair."

"You think your father is being mean to you?" Brennan shook her head and sat down at the table next to her son. "You are fourteen years old. You drove his car even though it wasn't in optimal condition. You don't have a driver's license nor are you eligible for one . . . Being grounded for one month and being denied your allowance for two months isn't being mean. It is helping you to see that every action as consequences . . . I know Christine and Parker have talked to you about your father's abusive father. Edwin Booth was an abusive alcoholic. He beat his wife and his children and . . . and I am sure they all suffered from that abuse. Booth knows what it means to have an abusive father. You do not . . . When Booth is angry with you or Christine, he leaves the house and goes for a walk. He does that because he is afraid he might lose control. His biggest fear is that he will turn into his father . . . That will never happen, but that is still something he is afraid of. He has never touched Parker or Christine or you in anger. When he punishes you, he finds ways to help you see that there are negative consequences when you do something wrong, but he has never hit you . . . He is not mean to you and I don't want to ever hear you say that again. You wish to be treated like an adult, but you are still a child with a lot to learn."

"I know about Edwin Booth, Mom." Hank sighed. "I'm not saying Dad is being mean to me like Edwin was towards Dad . . . I just think that being grounded for a month is over the top. I miss being with my friends. I'm stuck at school or home and I don't get to have any fun anymore . . . Christine says I'm lucky Dad didn't make it for two months, but I think one month is too much. I don't care about my allowance. I have a lot of money in my piggy bank and it's not like I can go anywhere to spend any of it . . . Can't you get Dad to let me out of home jail? I won't take his car again . . . especially since he doesn't keep up the maintenance like he should."

A little shocked, Brennan stared intently at her son. "Are you trying to blame your father for what happened? If you had left the car in the garage then you wouldn't have had to have been rescued by Christine. As it is, she made her father angry for helping you instead of telling him what was going on. Not only did you cause yourself trouble you got Christine into trouble too. Do you think it was worth the Coke and fries you bought at McDonalds during your little adventure? I don't think so."

Sighing, Hank knew he was losing the argument and the punishment would stand. "I don't think Dad is mean and I don't think you are either . . . okay? I'm just bored and I want to visit my friends and hang out with them."

"You have one more week of home confinement then you will be able to visit with your friends again . . . You do know you have made your father very unhappy by not going to the cemetery and visiting James Rawlings' gravesite and the gravesites of your great grandparents and your uncle. Your father values his family both the living ones and the ones who have passed away. He believes in tradition and you told him that one of his traditions is stupid. You hurt his feelings and I don't think he deserves that. He is a sentimental man and he wants you to see the value of honoring your family when it is appropriate. Parker and Christine don't think it is a burden to visit James Rawlings' gravesite once a year and I don't see why you do. Booth doesn't want James to be forgotten just because your great grandfather is no longer able to visit James' grave. It has become a family tradition to visit his gravesite on Memorial Day and Parker and Christine have promised to continue that tradition when your father is no longer able to do so. Before he died, James requested that your great grandfather visit him once a year and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and drink a Coke to celebrate his life. That is a family tradition now and telling your father that it's stupid is disrespectful to him and to James . . . It isn't a burden to show love to someone even if you have never met that person."

Slowly nodding his head, Hank knew he needed to apologize to his father. "Yeah . . . I bet Parker is going to yell at me about this and probably Christine too . . . It's not a stupid tradition, Mom. I was just mad at Dad . . . I'm going to apologize when he gets back."

Glad that her son could see what he had done to his family, Brennan hugged him. "Let's make your father some chocolate chips cookies. He likes chocolate and it will help put him in a good mood when he comes home."

"Yeah, well chocolate puts everyone in a good mood. It's chocolate, Mom."

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