Disclaimer: I don't own them, wish I did. So instead I just love them to death.

A/N: This is my first Bones fanfiction, so dont hate me if it's terrible. I hope at least some of you like it enough to review! : )

"If anything happens to me, I want you to use my stuff and have a kid. And if the day comes where I'm not around, look after Parker for me, Bones. He loves you."

Brennan knew it wasn't necessary to cry as she had been doing for the last several days, crying was a way to cleanse the optical lenses and that was why people needed a good cry every once and a while. At least that's what Booth had once told her. Her heart, metaphorically, shattered as she thought of Booth. She heard the footfall of several people walking up the platform, but she knew that if she turned she would only be disappointed in not seeing the man with the strong mandible and prominent zeugmatic. Instead she continued to squint at the bones on her table.

"Bren…"

"Dr. B."

"Dr. Brennan."

"Tempe."

All of her different names were called out, except for the one she wanted to hear most. Bones. She now felt almost stupid at the thought that she once reprimanded him for calling her that, but he continued to do it. He was so persistent. She felt a hand wrap around her forearm. She knew they were attempting to get her attention away from the femur she was holding.

"Tempe, it's time for the funeral, you need to come along. Angela was planning on taking you back to your place and helping you get dressed."

"I am not some child who needs help. I cannot go; this victim needs to be identified."

Momentarily, Angela was hurt that her best friend didn't want her help, but she regained her confidence. Brennan was hurting from the loss of her 'partner' and she had to be there to help her through.

"Bren, he's been dead for one-hundred years, I think he can wait for a few more hours."

"I don't want to go; I don't want to go to some religious ritual to celebrate Booth's life when he never should've died in the first place."

She listened as Sweets spoke his physiological mumbo-jumbo, just another thing she learned from Booth. Angela watched her best friend closely before making an executive decision.

"Guys can you give me and Bren a minute. We need to talk."

Brennan watched as everyone left the platform and waited by the door. She scoffed at the fact that they thought Ange could convince her to do anything.

"Ange, I really feel like my time would be better spent here, trying to identify this victim."

"Look I know why you don't want to go; you think it's your fault that you didn't speak to the surgeon about a mistake he may have made during surgery. It's not though; he probably wouldn't listen to you anyways. If you don't want to go for the dead, go for the living, go for me."

"Why do you need me there?"

"Because I've gone through about three boxes of tissues and I need you there for support."

Brennan gently placed the femur on the autopsy table and grabbed her trench coat from the chair. She and Angela walked down the stairs and met their oddly formed family at the door. Brennan could not help but notice how an important member was missing.

When the group arrived, Brennan noticed Rebecca, Drew and Parker standing near the coffin. "Take care of him, he loves you." The little boy looked like he had been crying much like Brennan and, now in her knowledge, Angela had been. When she got out of Angela's car, Parker was the first one to notice her.

"Bones!"

The six year old ran to her and she kneeled to take him into her arms. They stayed like this for a while and for some time she felt like Booth was standing behind her watching the scene in front of him. But it wasn't true and that's what hurt her. This entire situation was not logical and she hated that. When Parker pulled away, she was taken aback. In the first year of life, a child was meant to look like their father, anthropologically speaking it was so they would not abandon the child, but Parker still looked like the exact image of his father.

"Hi Parker."

He smiled at her as she pushed back his long blond hair. She felt Angela's presence next to her. She rose to her feet, but kept a hand on her on biological tie to Booth.

"Hey baby Booth."

Angela said ruffling his hair.

"Ange."

She was about to reprimand her friend for reminding the little boy of his father.

"Chill Bren."

She went back in her head for the time Booth taught her about the word 'chill' and it's many definitions, but she was beginning to think he never taught her. She shot her friend a questioning look, which Angela did not notice, but Parker did.

"It means calm down, Bones. And hi Angela."

Brennan was surprised by the tone of his voice; it was exactly like Booth's. The way it was soft and gentle, so that she did not feel stupid for not understanding the slang of today's world.

As the funeral proceeded, she took a spot next to Rebecca and Parker stood between them, but when Parker required comfort he turned to her instead of his mother something that surprised Brennan. Angela kept their arms linked with Hodgins on her other side. Brennan listened carefully to the man who preached about Booth and his life. It disgusted her to know that this man didn't know her Seeley Joseph Booth, he didn't know Booth.

So what gave him the right to say anything good or bad about her Booth?

The squints made plans to go to the Founding Father's for a round of drinks in honor of Booth. Before Angela and Brennan left, though, Brennan had to say goodbye to Parker. Instead, he held onto his "Bones" and begged her not to go.

"Bones, please don't go. Come home with me, mommy and Drew. Don't leave like daddy did."

Brennan looked up at Rebecca and Angela from her kneeling state. She grabbed Parker's hand before getting up.

"Can I take him over there really quick? I need to talk to him."

Her eyes shifted to a bench about twenty feet away from where they were standing, she was hoping she could talk to Parker about his father without other people standing there and listening. Rebecca nodded and Brennan took Parker to the bench leaving Rebecca, Drew, and Angela standing there awkwardly. Brennan sat on the bench while Parker stood in front of her.

"You know your dad loved you a lot Parker."

Although that she believed love was just a chemical reaction, she had never experienced the love a parent held for a child so maybe that kind of reaction was different than all others. For a second she mused on using Booth's semen for a child, there was enough for several children if the procedure worked on the first try.

"And before he went in for surgery he asked me to look after you if anything were to happen to him. I plan on fulfilling that promise to him if you let me. He never wanted to leave you, but you were the last thing on his mind before the doctors gave him the medicine."

She was so thankful for the time she received with Booth or else this conversation with his young son would not have been going so well. She did not know what the last thought Booth had was, but she had learned that all that mattered was making Parker feel better.

"I don't wanna lose you too, Bones. Can I still call you that even though it was dad's name for you? If I have a bad dream can I call you like I used to with dad?"

She didn't give these questions a second to process like she normally did with all questions, instead she answered the child she had grown to care about much more than she ever had with any other person.

"Of course, yes to all of those questions. If you ever need me Parker, I will be there as soon as I can."

He wrapped his arms around Brennan's neck and held on tight. She responded. She had always been thankful for this little boy and his teaching ways just like his father. He was just like his father.

It was eleven-thirty by the time Angela dropped Brennan off at her apartment. She had only had one shot and so did Angela so both of them felt very comfortable to drive home. The second she took her coat off her phone rang so she ran to grab it.

"Hello.?"

"Temperance, I'm sorry for calling so late, but Parker just had a nightmare and he only wants you. He only cries louder when Drew or I walk into the room. I understand if you can't come-"

"No, I'm grabbing my keys as we speak, I'll be there in ten minutes tops."

"Thank you, Temperance."

For one second she started to believe that maybe Booth's God did exist, but when she heard Parker's cries in the background she knew for sure he did not exist.