Authors Note(s): I've been watching Bones on TNT and heck, why deny it, I'm in serious love. The stories and plots are great and all, but wow, the characters are AWESOME! But my fav character is definitely Zack just cause he's so awkward geeky and cute, and before I knew it I thought WTF, lets do an OC pairing chap-story with him. So, yeah, I wonder if this idea has been used before and if anyone out there will like it…huh. On a note, it's not going to be immediate 'omfg, love at first sight!' type of love, but one that grows; because I always like those stories more. But anyway, this takes place in the beginning of season two, specifically the episode The Blond in the Game, since that's where I am in the series right now. But because of TNT's odd airing schedule, I've seen a few other 3/4 season episodes, so sorry if some information blends. And also sorry for such a long, boring note. So, thank you for picking my story and hope you enjoy it. PS: I don't own Bones, which belongs to it's respectful owners.

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- Chapter One : The Teen in DC -

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The blond teen stared up at the looming building in front of her and nibbled her bottom lip for a good half second, thoughts of what she was doing and if she should really be doing this running through her head. But as she grabbed around her neck and brought out two golden, heart shaped lockets, she opened one to reveal her stunning mother and her as a baby while the other had her mother as a teen with a man she had yet to meet.

So, taking a final big breath and squeezing the locket again before releasing them, she squared her shoulders and marched in the large doors.

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"Hey, Booth."

The FBI agent looked up to the voice, seeing one of the security guards at the entrance of his office.

"What's up?" the ex-sniper asked as he went back to his papers, yet his head snapped up as he heard a violent curse from what sounded like a girl.

"I've got a visitor for you," the guard continued, "But she won't tell me her name, age, why she's here, nothing except that she needs to talk to you and only you and won't leave until she does so. No gun or weapons; doesn't seem like a threat."

Booth's eyebrows furrowed in thought before he looked down at the case he was working on, the thought of maybe this person was here because of the recent batch of bones they'd been trying to figure out. He'd seen it happen before, maybe he was going to get a break on this case and get a good, calm weekend.

"Fine, let her in," he sighed as he lifted his head from the papers, giving full attention to the security guard and the person who was still out of sight. But that was fixed as the uniformed man moved to leave, a young women taking his place at the door frame.

"Come on in," Booth said in disinterest as he motioned the command with his hand. When the blond didn't give any sign of moving, he sighed once again before repeating, "Get in here and sit down."

This seemed to cut out the teen's zoning out and she jumped slightly in place before putting a hand to her forehead and mumbling something under her breath. Booth was about to really snap at her, but she finally took the few steps necessary to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Now what business do you have with me?" the skilled FBI agent asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm your daughter," the blond said with a face as straight as stone, causing Booth to stare blankly at her for a good few seconds before slowly raising an eyebrow.

"I highly doubt that," he stated with a slight growl.

The teen didn't say anything or move for a good half minute before she moved her hands to around her neck, pulling out two heart-shaped locket necklaces from her neck. She carefully unclasped both of them before standing and placing them on Booth's desk.

He looked at them for a few moments before back up at the girl with the still-straight face, before back at the necklaces. He finally sighed before uncrossing his arms and sitting up, hands gingerly opening the first locket. It held a picture of a baby and a young woman with a radiant smile and suddenly Booth's throat tightened. He quickly put this one down and opened the other locket, only to see a picture of the woman from the first and himself in his teens.

"Oh my god," he whispered under his breath, "Is this Haley?!"

"That was my Ma's name, yes," the teen in front of him sounded, reminding Booth that he wasn't alone in the room.

He slowly raised his eyes and studied the girl again. When he had stared at her for about a minute, he groaned as he could see the resemblance from his past high-school girlfriend.

"I want a DNA test," the blond broke the silence with.

"Isn't that what I'm suppose to say?" Booth asked in exasperation, lowering his head to rub at his temples.

"Hey," she snapped icily, causing Booth to stiffen, "I don't want to be here all that much anyway."

Booth, surprised at the statement, moved his hand away from his eyes to look up at her once again, noticing her brown eyes were hard. He waited for her to continue and explain herself, yet when she gave no hint she was doing so, he ventured, "Why are you here? If you're really my daughter, why didn't you come sooner?"

She blinked before, "My Ma died, and I was going to be thrown into foster care. But when it was discovered my Father was still alive, they shipped, well, flew me off here."

Booth lowered his head and said, "I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Everyone passes away eventually," she sniffled as she grabbed the sling of her messenger bag, "It's the inevitable. But anyway, I also have by birth certificate and other information if you need that," she said as she opened her bag and pulled out a folder and handed it over the desk to him.

Silence was all that the room held between the two as the FBI special agent quickly scanned through her papers, his name clearly stated as the Father on the birth certificate, before the teen broke it with, "So your name is Booth?"

"Seeley Booth, yours?"

"Haddon."

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Dr. Brennan looked up from the table that held the skeleton to Booth and what looked like a teenage girl come down the hallway, Booth swiping his card for access.

"Whoa," Hodgins said as he rolled away from his microscope, "Had no idea you were such a cradle-robber Booth."

Booth, in return, snorted before setting his hands on his hips, and sighed for a second, alarming both Hodgins and Brennan as he rarely did that, before he opened his mouth and shared, "Her name is Haddon. Apparently I have a daughter."

There was a dead silence for a few seconds before Hodgin's laughter rung through the lab, throwing his head back for further show. When he caught his breath and wiped a tear from his eye, he said, "That was good, Booth, very good."

"He's serious," Haddon said as she crossed her arms over her chest, brown eyes slightly glaring at Hodgins.

There was silence again before Brennan took off her gloves and moved until she was right in front of the blond, alarming the young girl slightly as she was literally right in her face. But Booth said, "She's not going to do anything, she's just assessing you."

Haddon furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering what Booth meant by 'assess' yet when Brennan started walking around her, she assumed he meant the literal definition.

"She does have a similar jaw line to yours," she said as she grabbed Haddon's chin to rotate her face a little, "Same forehead structure as well, and this six-feet height is a prominent number she could have inherited from you, along with the similar dark brown eye color. It's quite rational that she could be your daughter. Although, you must be around eighteen, meaning Booth conceived you when he was in his late teens, high school probably."

"Jesus, Bones," Booth said as he shook his head in chagrin that he hid with a grimace.

"Yeah, Booth knocked Ma up the last day or summer before they went off to college. Five months and two days until I'm eighteen."

"That's quite precise," Brennan said as she got on a new pair of gloves, going back to the remains she was examining.

Haddon didn't say anything else on the matter, simply stuffed her hands into her skinny jean pockets, before turning back to Booth and saying, "So what're we doing here?" as she slightly tilted her head.

"Well," Booth said as he scratched his head, wondering how to word this, "I have to do field work with Bones today and since you kinda appeared out of no-where, I don't know where else you can stay that's safe and that I trust."

"What about where you live?" Haddon asked, warily eyeing Hodgins for a second who had gone back to his microscope.

"It'd take too long to get there; me and Bones need to go now, we have an appointment."

"You call her Bones?" Haddon asked with a raised eyebrow, "Isn't that slightly insensitive?"

"About as insensitive as you saying 'knocked up' when talking about your Mother being pregnant with you," Hodgin's voice came up even though his attention was still focused on what was being highly-magnified, an amused grin on his face.

Haddon opened her mouth and was about to snap something in retort, but Booth beat her as he said, "Look, could you just stay in Bone's office until I come back? Then we can go out to eat and talk."

The blond closed her mouth and contemplated for a second before saying, "If it's alright with…" she drifted off as she went over to Brennan, ignoring the skeleton as she went, to see her name on her identity clip clipped to her lab jacket, "...Dr. Brennan, then fine."

"Great," Booth sighed in relief as he took her wrist, leading her down the few stairs before turning to Brennan's office. "And please don't talk to any of the squints here."

"Squints?"

"The people who work here, they're a little…" he drifted off as he couldn't think of any good words, optioning to simply spinning his finger at the side of his head, Haddon getting that he was signing for 'loopy.'

"Alright, got it Booth," Haddon nodded, not being able to hold down the small smile on her face from his elementary antic.

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"Angela, Angela!"

The artist looked up from the most recent sketch she was doing, blowing a few bangs up in her puff of frustration as Hodgin's double exclamation of her name had caused her hand to jerk and make an off mark.

"What is it?" she asked as she grabbed her eraser, carefully erasing the mistake she'd just made.

"You won't believe this," Hodgins continued with blue eyes wide in excitement, "Booth has a daughter!"

"You mean son," Angela corrected, "And his name is Parker. We've known about him for some time now, too."

"No, no," Hodgins said as he animatedly shook his head, "She just came in. Her name is Haddon and I think she just dropped into poor-ol' Booth's hand this morning. She's in Brennan's office right now."

Angela looked up from her drawing, eyes wide as she asked, "If you're kidding around with me I'm going to stab you with my pencil."

"I'm serious! Come and see for yourself."

The pretty artist stayed still in her chair, playing with her fingers in thought of if he was really telling the truth, not wanting to look like an idiot and get duped. When Hodgins got to the door frame, he said, "Come on, this is the juiciest thing that's happened yet and you want to miss out?!"

That fully caught Angela and she was up from her chair, skirt fluttering as she crisply walked past him and continuing on to Brennan's office. On the way there, she and Hodgins saw Zack carrying a file, sifting through the papers in concentration.

"Yo, Z-man!"

The genius looked up to see Angela and Hodgins, both of them waving him over to them. Zack stared at them in a mix of curiousity and confusion, at seeing their eyes wide and bodies giddy with excitement, before closing the folder and walking over to them and when he got close enough, asked, "What is making you two so animated?"

"Booth has a daughter," Hodgins said as he started walking, the other two of them following.

"It's not completely illogical, he does have a son already."

"But this chick is in her late teens, he had her when he was in high school."

"Again, not completely illogical. Many irresponsible or enamored teenagers in high-school have the fantasy idea that offspring will bring joy."

"But when he brought her in today," Jack said as he stopped a few feet from Brennan's office, "He said she 'came out of no-where.'"

Angela grinned widely, yet Zack's face remained unchanged and he asked, "Unsurprisingly, I do not follow. It's impossible for humans to come from 'no-where.'"

"He just found about her today probably, is what I mean," Hodgins said as he rubbed his hands together, "He had no idea that she was alive until this morning!"

Angela opened her mouth, but suddenly the office door swung open, revealing the lanky teen the three had just been talking about for all to see.

"You know, the walls are glass and so I can both see you and hear you," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes down on them, Angela noting it was quite similar behavior to that of Booth.

"A-Ah," Hodgins stuttered as he looked up to her, him being only five seven, "I just wanted to introduce these two to you."

"I haven't even been formally introduced to you, and Booth told me not to talk to any of you…" she drifted off for a second, as if in thought, before continuing with, "I think 'squint' was the word he used."

"Classic Booth," Hodgins grinned, "He probably thinks we're going to use some of our 'squint' voodoo on you and turn you into one of us."

"When you say 'us' you better mean you and Zack," Angela said as she put her hands on her slim hips.

"Of course," Jack was quick to agree, "You're too beautiful to be called that." Realizing a second too late, the curly-haired man coughed uncomfortably in his hand as a tint of pink crossed his cheeks. Angela, in turn, stared at him for a few moments before quickly snapping her head away, her wavy hair a whirl that slapped Zack in the face, causing him to sneeze.

"Wow, nice sexual tension," Haddon snickered as she hid her laugh with one of her sleeves from her large sweater. "I honestly wouldn't think love would happens in a lab of skeletons," Haddon sniffed as she looked back and forth between Angela and Hodgins.

"Is that what is occurring?" Zack asked in awe as he looked between his two friends too, Haddon's eyes widening as she wondered if he was simply dense or just completely oblivious as it was fairly obvious with that little scene.

"Maybe my time here won't be so lackadaisical as I'd first thought," Haddon said as she closed the door again, giving a salute as she disappeared from sight, leaving the three friends to themselves again before they could say anything else to her.

"That was a educated locution for a teenager to use," Zack said as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, looking up at his two friends who were still refusing to look at each other.

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About four hours after Booth had left with Bones, the partners arrived back at the Jeffersonian and both went straight for Bones' office, Booth opening it in a hurry to see the simple sight of the office, with no one visible in it.

"Dammit!" Booth cursed from the door frame, "I knew I shouldn't have left her alone, she ran!"

The two stood at the opening of her office and Bones was about to try and comfort Booth, but suddenly a sharp snore filled the air. The two blinked before exchanging glances. Booth stepped in, and going to the couch, sighed in relief as he saw Haddon curled in the fetal position on one side of the couch.

"Poor girl," Brennan sighed as she went to Booth's side, "She must have been exhausted from her trip here." Along the rides both there and back, Booth had told Bones everything about Haddon he knew himself, which wasn't much yet enough for a solid back-story, especially when he handed over the folder Haddon had given to him about herself. Yet when Bones heard that she was to be an foster kid if she didn't stay with Booth, she was immediately sold.

"Hey, Haddon," Brennan whispered as she went to crouch at her couch, going as far as to shake the teen's shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

Suddenly, deep brown eyes snapped open and Hadden lashed her fist out at Brennan, who was thankfully able to duck in the last second.

"Whoa, whoa!" Booth yelled as he went behind Haddon, holding her shoulders against the couch before she could attack again, "What do you think you're doing?"

Blinking, and trying to regain her bearings, Haddon was silent for a good minute as her eyes flicked around before landing on Booth, a long sigh escaping her lips.

"She's seriously gone, isn't she?" Brennan and Booth both heard her mutter dejectedly before the teen lifted her head and said clearly, "I sincerely apologize Dr. Brennan, I had no intention of hurting you."

"I'm perfectly fine," Brennan said as she stood with a deep breath, straightening her jacket as she did, "But that's quite a way to wake up."

"Ah," Haddon said as she looked away and the bridge of her nose crinkled, "It's become a habit if it's not my Ma's voice that wakes me up."

Brennan was about to ask just how she got such an unorthodox reflex, but Booth interrupted her with, "You ready to go eat now?" as he took his large hands off her shoulders, walking around to give her a wide grin.

"As long as it isn't French. I hate that stuff."

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Haddon carefully took in the quaint Chinese restaurant entrance in front of her; 'Wong Foos' apparently the name of it if the sign above the door meant anything.

"Come on," Booth said with a slightly smile as he went on in, the teen obediently following after him with her hands in her pockets. When they entered, Booth went straight for a booth, making Haddon wonder if he came here often.

"So, Haddon," Booth started as he sat across of her, crossing his fingers on the table in front of him, "Mind telling me a little about yourself? I got your folder, but it's mostly just medical stuff. I want to know about you."

She looked up from cleaning the dirt from under her nails to her Father's handsome face, making the bridge of her nose crinkle for a second before she sighed in submission and asked, "What would you like to know first?"

Booth blinked before replying with, "Just give me a summary of your life so far, I suppose."

Haddon closed her eyes for a second, to gather her thoughts Booth guessed, before she took a deep breath and started, still not opening her eyes. "I was born when my Ma was nineteen and fresh out of high school. My grandpa wanted her to get an abortion since he didn't know either the Father and didn't want her to compromise college, but my Grandma understood why my Mom wanted to keep it, so she did. We lived with them until I was five and Ma graduated from college, where we then moved to Montana. I've lived my life there until now," Haddon ended, opening her eyes.

"How about…hobbies?"

"Well," Haddon said in thought, "There ain't much to do in Montana other then hunt, horseback, and make your own entertainment."

"You went to high-school, right? Junior?"

"Was a senior, about to graduate in half a year, but when Ma died I had to report to foster care since my grandparents have already passed away and then I'm here now."

"Wow…" Booth sighed, "Sounds tough, kid."

"Especially without a Dad."

This caused Booth to gulp, lowering his head in guilt. Haddon narrowed her eyes, wanting to feel nothing but hatred for this man she barely know, but when he looked back up at her with those dark brown eyes that she had herself, she felt her resolve disappear, causing her to snort lightly and turn her head to the side.

"Ma really loved you."

"Then why didn't she tell me about you?!"

"She didn't want to hold you down; she was an independent type."

"I seem to catch women like that," Booth sighed in his hand.

"And anyway, as much as I want to blame you for everything," Haddon said through ground teeth, "That's irrational and childish, you've done nothing wrong. If anything, I should be happy and grateful to not be forced into a total stranger's home."

"You don't seem too happy or grateful."

"How would you feel if you just lost your Mother and life?" she said with ice, causing Booth to hold up his hands. Haddon held the glare before sighing and dropping her head on the table suddenly, causing Booth to yelp at the deep thud sound it made and how Haddon moaned out in pain.

"Haddon?!" he asked in alarm as he stood and reached over to grab her head up, seeing that her her eyes were still open and rather then the red mark on her forehead, she seemed perfectly fine.

"Sorry," she said as Booth let go of her head to move her hair to see her forehead better, "I do stuff without thinking."

Booth chuckled at that, letting her fully go and sitting back down, "You must have inherited that from me. Along with that hard head."

Haddon smiled lightly, but was surprised a second later as suddenly a bowl of some sorts was placed in front of her, along with a cup of black coffee.

She looked up to see a man who smiled at her before placing down a piece of pie for Booth and leaving, Haddon watching as he went.

"What was that about? I haven't ordered yet," Haddon asked in shock as she moved her eyes back to Booth.

He chuckled deeply before explaining, "Here, you don't order. Sid knows what to give you."

"Well," Haddon said as she stared down at the still simmering soup, "At least he knows I like meat and bitter stuff."

"You're not exactly a normal teenage girl, are you?" Booth sighed, knowing his work was cut out for him, as he stabbed into his pie.

"I had no idea there was an actual 'normal' teenager on this planet."

At the saracasm, Booth stopped the bite he was about to take to look up at Haddon who was contently sipping at her coffee, the slightest of a grin on her tanned face.

"I think we're going to get along great," Booth said as he grinned widely, finally taking the bite.

At this, Haddon's eyes widened in shocked before looking down at Booth who was now grinning widely to his pie. She studied him for a few seconds more before smiling herself.

"I think they are partaking in what you call a 'moment.'"

At the voice, both Booth's and Haddon's heads snapped up to see none-other then Bones, Angela, Hodgins, and Zack right behind Booth, Zack having been the one to just speak. At the sight, Booth threw his fork down and groaned dramatically before saying, "What're you ravage pack of squints doing here?"

"According to that pact, you're in our booth, so we have every right to sit here," Brennan grinned as she went over, elbowing Booth over until he was at the opposite side of the booth, Angela, Hodgins, and Zack following to make the booth a little clustered so that their shoulders were nudging. Booth held down a curse as he'd been so ruffled by todays events he'd gone to his past spot out of habit, completely spacing that the squints could come to this one spot in the restaurant.

"So," Hodgins said as he leaned forward, locking eyes on Haddon, "What have you and Daddio here been chatting about?"

Haddon looked up from her meat-filled soup to him, narrowing her dark eyes in warning, before going back to her dinner.

"Alrighty then, guess I'm still horrible with adolescents," Hodgins said as he leaned back into the seat, wondering if he was going to always offend this girl.

"Is she going to stay with you Booth?" Brennan asked as she turned to Booth, eyes glimmering in emotions Booth couldn't exactly identify; was it happiness?

"Ah," Booth said as he blinked, "I thought that was a given."

"You don't have to accept me," Haddon said as she placed her spoon down to grab at her coffee again, "You don't have an obligation."

"Other then being your Father you mean."

Haddon shrugged, "It's not entirely proved that you are indeed my biological Father, but I guess we'll know about that soon enough."

"You are conducting a DNA analysis," Zack stated, causing Haddon to look up, since he was where Booth had just been and directly across of her.

"Of course, it'd be dumb to not do otherwise," she said as if it was clear as day.

"Hey, sweetie," Angela finally spoke, "I've been wondering about your name. Isn't it meant to be for a guy?"

Haddon chuckled lightly and then widely smiling, causing the others to blink in shock at seeing her being genuinely happy for the first time.

"My Ma wanted a boy so bad, she was really disappointed when I came out a girl," she started, "But she didn't give up and still she named me one, along with raised me as one. I might as well have a dick, I deserve one more then other guys."

"Hey! Language!" Booth snapped as he almost chocked on his pie from her brash wording.

"That's quite interesting," Brennan said as she leaned over to get a better sight of the teen, "I did notice the way you walk is not like females as you don't move your hips as much as you strut your shoulders, a common practice for confident, strong male types to do to show leader stature. In addition, your shoulders in themselves are slightly wider then the average female, developed from strenuous activities, obviously a hard laborer or athlete."

Haddon looked up from her coffee to Bones, something akin to wonderment lighting her eyes, "You're really good at reading people."

"Almost as good as Booth's way of reading people," Angela laughed, "Your Daddy here has quite a 'gut feeling' as he likes to call it."

Booth shrugged, and smugly said, "What can I say, it's a gift."

"Speaking of your Mother," Bones said as she looked back at the blond once again, "What did she do for a living?"

Haddon stopped short as she was about to take another spoonful of soup, but put it down. Silence absorbed the table and Booth was about to scold Brennan with more then a glare (which he was doing at the moment) when suddenly a tray full of food was placed up on the table. The lab attendants sighed in relief as dishes were placed in front of them, breaking the tense silence.

"She was a vet, made an alright living since it was a farm town even thought there was only about seven hundred people," Haddon said once everyone was eating their food.

"There're still places like that?" Hodgins asked in surprise.

"She lived in Montana," Booth said as he pushed his empty plate away.

"That must have sucked," Angela winced.

Haddon looked up at the ceiling for a second in thought before saying, "S'not so bad, I liked the winters with the cold snow, the high mountain ranges, and the wide-open spaces."

"Different for everyone I suppose," Brennan said before taking a bite of her noodles, "But now what are you going to do?"

Everyone's eyes focused on Haddon and as she fiddled with her soup. "Truthfully?" she said in a voice void of almost all emotion, "I have no idea. I was put here in necessity, not out of want."

"Well," Booth said, "We first need to get you into a school."

At the thought of such a huge gathering of people in a new, stranger environment then the city itself already, her spoon dropped, causing it to fall into the bowl and soup to splatter up, going right on her sweater.

"God dammit," she said loudly, causing the group to jump and for Booth to snap, "Language!" again.

"This was Ma's too," she growled as she stripped it off, her top now clad in a plain white, worn and slightly stained t-shirt.

Seeing the worn shirt and how threadbare it looked, Booth coughed before me managed to squirm out of his jacket and put it over her shoulders, causing Haddon to blink before looking up at him.

"You'll get cold."

"I won't get cold," she said with furrowed brows, "One time I went skinny-dipping in an ice pond with some friends in winter."

"You've got to be kidding, this girl is a riot!" Hodgins snorted, causing Angela to slap him in the arm at his rudeness.

"That is idiotic, erroneous, and highly outlandish. I am surprised someone would even fanthom the idea, much less execute it," Zack said in slight horror, knowing the dangers of winter in Michigan, much less at Montana with its elevation even higher.

"Well," Haddon said as she strung her arms through the large jacket, "It wasn't exactly 'swimming,' just get in and get out dip. It was actually a dare."

"Well, here in D.C., we don't do that sort of thing," Booth said as crossed his arms.

"What's the fun here then?" she smirked, showing off straight teeth to her Father, before fishing her spoon out of her dinner and continuing to eat.

"I have to agree with you Hodgie. She is a riot." Hodgins smiled gently as Angela lightly giggled after what she'd just said.

"Yep," Haddon said as she nodded her head, causing Booth to look at her quizzically, "Definite sexual tension."

This caused silence for a few seconds before Booth loudly laughed and Hodgins glared at the seventeen year old who didn't offer an apology but rather said, "I'm just saying..."

- X -

AN: Thank you for reading, and please drop a review to tell me what you think and if I should continue :)