How He Got Him and Lost Her

By: Kate

Okay, this is my second Bones Fanfic. This idea just popped out of my head and I just can't shrug it off so there, I submitted it... Sorry if I killed another character again...Please Read and Review

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Bones. I only own the story plot, Lance Brennan-Booth and Jack Simon Hodgins

He was without a doubt his son. That hair, nose, mouth, chin…Everything! Except that crystal blue eyes and that wonderful smile that gave happiness and a feeling of warmness for everyone around him. And not to mention his intellect, which is very remarkable for a four year old who had faced so many hurdles in life; and his passion for science and other educational things. Although he was boy and the fact that resembled his father so much, he was an exact epitome of his mother.

He was born with a gestational age of 24 weeks. His father thought that he'd never survive the first night or the next and so on. But he had proved them wrong. He had beaten all odds and here he was now, celebrating his fourth birthday and hopefully, many more.

"Hey Lance!" greeted a woman, who was at the doorstep holding a box wrapped in blue and white wrap with a ribbon in it.

"Aunt Angela! " said the boy, his eyes widened as he saw what Angela was holding "You brought me a gift"

"Oh, sweetie, how could I ever forget?" said Angela.

For a moment, she stood there beside the little boy as she watched him open the present, his eyes widening, his heart beating fast out of curiosity. As she stared at him, she couldn't help but ask herself, "How could I ever forget? I lost my best friend."

"Oh, Auntie, it's cool" the little boy remarked, and anybody could see the happiness on his smile. He stood up and hugged Angela. "Thank you auntie"

He looked up to her. She couldn't help but cry when she saw his eyes. It was like looking at her again. They were as blue as hers. She remembered her. The old times when they had fun, before they even experienced commitments. Oh, how she missed those times!

"Auntie, why are you crying?" asked Lance.

"Oh, nothing sweetie! Something just got in my eyes" said Angela, wiping out her tears. "Uncle Hodgins is in the car, changing Simon also you're Aunt Cam told me she couldn't come."

"Oh, who told you I couldn't come?" said Cam, who was already standing in front of him.

"Auntie Camille! Good to see you "the boy said, his heart jumping with delight.

"Of course, I'd come baby!" Cam said as she kissed the boy and handed him his present.

"Hey kiddo!" Hodgins said, his hands full from carrying little Simon's car seat on his left hand and on his right, the diaper bag.

"So where's your dad?" asked Angela, who was by now, carrying her son

"Dad's still in his room… he didn't come out all day" answered the little boy. "Grandma and grandpa arranged this party for me"

"This isn't good. He can't just forget about his son's birthday. We have to go up there and confront him. " said Cam, who was angered by what Lance said.

"No, if anyone has to go up there, it should be me. I understand him. Booth's still grieving…After all, he still loves her. He always did" Angela said, concern and anxiousness written all over her face. "Jack, hold Jack Simon please."

As Angela climbed upstairs, she prepared herself for what she was about to witness. As she was ascending, her thoughts were on something else. She remembered her godson's first birthday. It was one of the happiest days of her life. He remembered him being carried by his proud grandfather, blowing the candle on his cake. Russ, who was beside him, was cheering for him. Angela was videoing everything. Almost everyone was there except Booth. He was out on the field, working like a dog on a case. Normally, he would just relax and not focus too much on these cases but not that day. She remembered him getting home on the other day very drunk.

Finally, she reached the last flight of stair. She walked pas the corridor and into the left, there was a door. She took a deep breath and pressed her head into it and listened to hear if any sound was coming from inside. She didn't hear anything. She tried to turn the knob but decided that it was better to ask Booth's permission to come in.

"Booth, it's me, Angela. Do you mind if I come in?"

Booth replied. "It's okay, Ange"

Angela turned the knob and opened the door. There she saw Booth, sitting at the foot of the bed, looking intently at a picture with tears cascading into his cheeks. She approached him and hugged him. The past four years wasn't that easy for him as it was for her.

"The times went by so fast huh?" He said, his voice trembling. He didn't remove his eyes from the picture. "It has been four, sad, empty years since the day I lost her."

"It's been four years since the day you got him"

So should I still continue this?? If yes, I'm going to write about Lance's conception, birth and other flashbacks. Plus, I'll try to make the chapters longer. So you guys let me know...