(In the future)

This is a reminder that I am not writing these stories in chronological order. I write them as I think of them.

I don't own Bones.

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After Parker's wedding to Dene was over and they were back from their honeymoon, they both decided it was time to look at their gifts and start to write thank you cards. They planned to move to New York when he graduated from university in six months and he could take the job he'd been offered by Brennan's publisher. In the meantime, they were living in his mother's house.

Parker was excited and was looking forward to moving back to the States. Brennan had found an apartment for him in New York and all he had to do was move in when he was ready. She had bought the apartment and considered it a sound investment. Parker made sure she understood he planned to pay her rent and his stepmother hadn't objected. She had told them the apartment had two bedrooms and one bath, so they were grateful that everyone who gave them wedding gifts stuck to the registry. The apartment was already furnished.

Booth and Brennan had given the happy couple a deep blue Dutch Oven, a cookbook and two matching crystal candle stick holders. Amused, Parker had held the pot in his hands and appreciated the heaviness of the pot. "I guess Dad gave us the pot and the cookbook and Temperance gave us the candle stick holders. Dad says you should always have a good pot in your kitchen. He loves to cook and he's been teaching the kids how to cook since they were ten. His grandmother and grandfather taught him how to cook so he thinks everyone should know how. Temperance is a really good cook too. You know I love her Mac and Cheese and she finally showed me how to make it the last time I was back home."

Dene appreciated the presents. Parker's mother had given them a set of skillets and a couple of pots, but the Dutch Oven was a welcome gift as was the cookbook. "Mum did offer to buy me a set of pots and pans, but I knew your mother had already bought some, so I told her not to bother . . . I can only cook a few things, so I'm glad you know how to cook."

"You know we have to ship this stuff to New York when we move." Parker looked forward to the move, but there were things that had to be done before they moved and he was worried he might forget something important.

After he set aside the pot, cookbook and candlesticks he wrote a thank you card and then looked over the presents still to be unwrapped. Curious, he found an envelope from his father and stared at it for a moment. "It looks like Dad may have given us something else. I think he went overboard." Opening the envelope, he pulled out a land deed for some property in West Virginia. There was a letter in the envelope explaining what the deed was for.

Parker,

When you were a child, I was involved in a case that involved Jacob Brodsky. Since he left you money in his will and I've talked to you about him before, I know you know who he is.

When I was tracking him down, I found out he had bought some property in my name in West Virginia off of I-64 and was using it as a hiding place. I had considered letting the state of West Virginia take the property or sell it, but Bones thought you might like it when you grew up so I kept it. I've been paying property taxes on it every year and it's paid for this year. I'm giving you the piece of land as a wedding present. It's ten acres near Burnwell, West Virginia. I've camped on it with Bones and the kids a few times and I have a guy that keeps the property clean and in good shape so it's not a bad piece of property. I also have it posted so no one can hunt on the land. It's up to you if you want to keep it posted.

It's yours to do what you want with it. I have a three-bedroom trailer sitting on the property which we've used when we're up there. Bones had a water well and a septic system put in a few years ago because she didn't want to haul water up there when we went camping and she preferred an indoor toilet instead of an outdoor john. The trailer is hooked up to the well, so you don't have to haul water up there when you visit the place. It also has electricity.

You can sell the property or build a house on it or you can just leave it the way it is. If you don't want to keep it, let me know and I'll buy it from you. Christine says she'd like to have it if you don't want it.

Your Dad, I love you.

"Wow, I'm a property owner in West Virginia." Parker handed the letter and the deed to Dene and allowed her time to read the letter.

"Isn't Jacob Brodsky the man who left you money to pay for your education?" Dene folded the two pieces of paper and placed them back in the envelope.

Taking the envelope from her, Parker smiled at his bride. "Yeah . . . he was a bad guy and he murdered a bunch of people . . . he was a paid assassin, but when he was younger and before he went off the reservation, he was a friend of my father. They were in the Army together. Dad wasn't too happy about the inheritance because he said it's blood money, but Jacob left a big chunk of his money to charity and the rest to me and the kids . . . Don't tell the kids they have money coming their way. Dad doesn't want them to know about it until they're contacted by Mr. Lyons on their eighteenth birthday. He's afraid they might become spoiled brats if they find out they're going to inherit a pile of money."

"I understand . . . Do you plan to keep the land in West Virginia?" Dene thought the piece of land might be a good vacation spot for them.

"I need to look at it, but if Dad and Temperance put money into the camp then it might be a nice thing to own." Parker shook his head. "Brodsky might have done some evil stuff in his life, but he sure took care of me and the kids . . . It's weird, really weird, but the guy didn't have any family left when he died so I guess he decided Dad's kids would be his heirs . . . I can afford to pay the taxes on it and when I hit my thirtieth birthday, I inherit the rest of the money Brodsky left me. I plan to work at the publishing house and get some experience in the publishing field, but I do plan to move us back here someday, so we can be near your mother and my mother. I may sign the property over to Christine when we move back here again. It might be a good graduation gift when she graduates . . . I'll have to think about it. Since Dad says she wants the property, I don't really want to sell it to someone else and I sure don't plan to make Dad buy it from me. That would just be too weird."

Dene had heard Parker's plans before and she appreciated that he wanted to move back to England someday. "I think your plan is perfect. We can be near your family for a while. You can get the experience in publishing that you want and then when we can move back here and you can start writing your novels . . . I think you should write one about Brodsky. He would make an interesting character. Perhaps you could write your father in the book . . . sort of a cat and mouse scenario where your father is the good guy chasing after Brodsky and Seeley captures him in some dramatic way . . . Of course, knowing your father, it would have to be a work of fiction and you couldn't use his name or Brodsky's real name."

Surprised, Parker listened to his wife and grew excited as she talked. "Wow, I may not wait . . . I may start writing that tomorrow . . . Thanks, Dene . . . I think I have my first idea for a novel. Let's just see if I can actually write the damn thing."

Confident in her husband's writing abilities, Dene smiled. "Oh, you'll write it and I will read it. This is so exciting Parker. Two novelists in my family . . . that's just amazing."

His cheeks a deep pink, Parker leaned over and kissed his bride. "Let's see if I can get it written then published before you start calling me a novelist."

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