A/N: Hello, everyone. This is going to be a fairly long fic- Although I'm not sure quite how long. I hope the prologue isn't too confusing. Just in case it is, I'll try to explain things with an author's note at the bottom. I think this is a pretty original idea, so please let me know what you think. I'm posting this prologue as a preview of the story- the next chapter will probably not come for a while. But put it on story alert if you like it... because it only gets better from here! Enjoy~

Disclaimer- I do not own Bones.

Prologue

Present Day…

He had been expecting the call for a while, now. Parker Booth was no idiot.

They were well into their eighties, after all. Far past the ages everyone had guessed they would live. He had expected one of them to pass away ever since his father developed Alzheimer's the year before. Since his stepmother's arthritis had become nearly debilitating. But what was said in the call is what surprised him most.

"Agent Booth?" asked a sympathetic voice from over the receiver. "You may want to sit down, sir."

The tall, strong man ignored the suggestion, instead rising from his chair and running his fingers through his wavy brown hair.

"Your parents were found in their home early this morning. I'm sorry, but they've passed on."

Parker had braced himself for the news that one of them had died. But the fact that they were both gone, ripped away from him at the same time was… incomprehensible.

"How did they die?" he demanded, his hand falling limply to his side. This action caused his wife of 18 years to glance up worriedly, her green eyes searching her husband's face for some sort of wordless explanation.

"There was a gas leak in their home, sir. I know this is probably not of much comfort, but they were both asleep when it happened."

Parker swallowed the lump in his throat, but nodded at his wife to reassure her he was okay.

"Did they feel any pain?" he croaked, his voice thick with emotion.

"None at all. They looked… peaceful. Died in each other's arms."

Parker smiled, despite the grief he felt for his beloved parents. "That's good. They wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

Saturday mornings in the Hodgins household were lazy. This seemed to be the only day of the week that the rambunctious twins would sleep in, and their parents took advantage of that. So when the phone rang at 8 o'clock in the morning, Olivia Hodgins groaned in complaint.

"You get it," she grumbled to her husband.

He snored in response, so she rolled over and tried to ignore it, as well. But by the sixth ring, she was getting annoyed. Olivia thumped him over the head with her pillow, which caused him to stir.

"Get it," she snapped irritably, before pulling the covers back over her head and sighing.

Her husband sat up and rubbed his eyes, before groggily groping for the phone. His bleary eyes read the caller ID, and he was surprised that his brother-in-law was calling so early.

"Parker?" he slurred, before kicking off the covers and sliding his legs off the bed.

"Hey, Nate," said a tired voice.

"You're up early."

"Well I certainly wish I was calling with better news," Parker sighed heavily. "Can I talk to my sister?"

"Of course," Nate said quickly, before nudging his wife.

"Tell him to call back later," she mumbled, oblivious to the dire news that awaited her.

"Olivia," her husband pleaded, and he prodded her again.

She uncovered her face and blinked at him, her playful smile vanishing as soon as she saw the concerned look on his face. She sat up immediately, and brushed a lock of coffee-colored hair out of her face.

"Parker? What's wrong? Do we have a case?"

"No, Olivia," he said gently, before inhaling deeply. "I just got a call from the town coroner. Liv… Mom and Dad passed away."

The rest of the day was spent informing family members, and sifting through old memories.

Special Agent Parker Booth's living room was crowded with people he held close to him. The twins followed their parents around, teary-eyed and forlorn. His own two children sat on the couch, his oldest daughter crying softly and his son staring blankly at the wall. His wife, Emily, never left his side- her hand always placed tenderly on his shoulder, as a constant reminder that he hadn't lost everything.

His half-sister sat numbly on the couch, her eyes cold and distant as she tried desperately to compartmentalize. Nate patted her hand comfortingly, and she offered up a half-smile that sent shivers down Parker's back. She looked identical to her mother in that split-second.

He turned away from Olivia finally, to focus on the elderly man whom sat quietly in the corner. Nate's father, and a long-time family friend.

"Can I get you anything, Jack?" Parker asked softly.

"Get me a bottle of scotch, and I'll manage," the old man muttered bitterly.

"I understand this must be hard for you," Parker said, before pulling up a chair next to Hodgins' wheelchair.

The old man glanced up at Parker, his blue eyes twinkling as usual.

"Harder than you might think, boy. But not for the reasons you might think. I don't pity Booth and Bren. They went out the way every madly in love couple wishes to. In each others arms."

His eyes became unfocused, as if recalling a distant memory. Just as Parker was about to ask him if he was all right, Hodgins chuckled softly.

"You never could tear those two apart. Not even God could separate them, in the end."

Parker laughed a little as well, knowing this was ironically true. They fell silent, as Olivia walked silently across the room- a tissue in hand.

"How are you two holding up?" she asked quietly, as if the frail man before her might crumble if she spoke any louder.

"We're fine," Parker answered quickly, wanting to comfort his little sister. "Just talking, that's all."

"Stand up next to your sister, young man," Hodgins ordered suddenly.

Olivia and Parker shared a sideways glance, and so he persisted. "C'mon, humor an old man. Since you won't bring me any damn scotch."

Olivia and her brother both laughed a little, and Parker slowly stood up next to her. Hodgins' eyes lit up, and a warm, nostalgic look spread across his face.

"Look at you two," he said in disbelief, "I feel like I'm back in the lab, with the young Booth and Brennan. Not only do you look so much like them, but you followed in their footsteps as well. Special Agent Parker Booth, and Dr. Olivia Joy Hodgins, Forensic Anthropologist."

The old man's eyes fluttered shut, and he inhaled deeply as he let the nostalgia overcome him. "They were so proud of you two."

Parker smiled warmly, and Olivia nodded, her eyes welling up with tears she had been working so hard to hold back.

"Jack, would you mind doing Nate and I a favor?" she asked, after clearing her throat. "We were thinking… and we concluded that the twins are old enough to hear the story. They deserve to know, and we both agreed that you would be the best to tell it. With us filling in the grey areas, of course."

"Chelsea and Alex would probably like to hear it, too," Parker added, referring to his own two children.

Dr. Jack Hodgins glanced up at the two, and a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"I would love to."

"Why do we have to listen to this, Dad?" sixteen-year-old Chelsea asked her father for what seemed like the millionth time. She couldn't understand what could be so fascinating about her grandparents that she hadn't heard before.

They were a famous crime-fighting duo; she got that. The decorated war veteran, and the best-selling author with the genius IQ. So why did everyone insist on rubbing it in that they were gone?

"Shut up Chels. I wanna hear what Uncle Jack has to say," Alex grumbled to his older sister.

"So do we," the twins said in unison.

Hodgins turned to face them, and smiled warmly. His grandson, 'Little Jack', was nearly a carbon copy of his grandfather. With that bright red, curly hair, a cheeky grin, and those sparkling blue eyes… it made the old man swell with pride. And then, there was Josie.

Hodgins smiled sadly- it made his heart jump a little every time he saw her. Josie looked so similar to his Angela, his sweet Angela that he missed so dearly.

Once the entire group of people had congregated in the living room, nestled in on the couch, Hodgins wheeled his chair into the center of the room. He stared at the family he had helped build, and smiled. The four best friends from the Jeffersonian had left behind quite a legacy.

"This is the story of Dr. Temperance Brennan, and Special Agent Seeley Booth," he began dramatically, his hands folded neatly across his lap.

"A story of two of the most courageous people alive, who shared one common fear. The fear of losing each other."

The former conspiracy theorist glanced around the room, and was pleased to see that all the children where paying close attention, even the twelve-year-old twins. Parker and Olivia sat next to each other, and they each smiled at Hodgins encouragingly. This comforted him. They could fill in the details old age had caused him to lose.

"Their story begins, on a park bench, 40 years ago…"

A/N: Well, what do you think? Confused? Booth and Brennan had a daughter named Olivia, and she married Angela and Hodgins' son, Nate. Parker married a woman named Emily.

Basically, Hodgins is retelling the story of B&B to his grandchildren and Parker's children. Next chapter, we'll start from where Season Five left off, and after that the rest of the story is AU.

If you have time, please let me know what you thought, with a review! :)