Title: I'm here for you

Authors Note: Hey this is my first fanfiction. I'm only 14, starting young! I've always loved Bones and this is my way too show it. I'm super happy Brennan and Booth are together! And Baby Christine is sooo cute! There might be slight confusion, this story is told from Christine's POV however it is Michael who is there for her. Hint at the name. There is going to be a chapter per day, I don't know how many days there will be but it's going to be a multi-chapter. The chapters will probably be looooong, as the chapter will consist of everything that happened that day, 24 hours in one chapter! :o I'm not going to bore you about what's going on in my life, so I hope you enjoy! Remember this is my first and probably going to be my worst

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Bones or there awesome characters!

Chapter 1

I've known Michael since I was born. Although we were born in the same year, Michael is in the year above me. He's always used that as an excuse to act superior. My mother always told me my Aunt Angela and she always had an image of me and Michael playing together in the garden, walking to school together and being best friends. Instead what they got was constant bickering. Although we walked to school together, it was never a pleasant trip. Now that we are older we don't bicker or have awkward silences, we just don't communicate in anyway what's so ever. We were both 17 now however Michael is turning 18 in a month. He doesn't stop talking about it. Michael will be leaving for college soon. There was a chap on my bedroom door. Mum was coming to tell me Aunt Angela, Uncle Hodgins and Michael had arrived. It wasn't awkward when I didn't speak to him, which isn't something I find hard to do. Mum had asked me to try and be polite to Michael, possibly even have a conversation. I said I would try but I wasn't promising anything. I've always looked up to my mother, since turning 16 she told me all about her past. She was worried I'd see her differently but if anything, it made me hold much more respect for her. She was an incredibly strong woman. As I entered the large seating room I could see Michael across the room in deep conversation with my father. My dad, is the most amazing, devoted, loyal, occasionally over-protecting, father you could think of. Mum and him aren't married, people don't understand but I don't waste my time with them. What's it to them in the first place? Nothing exactly, my mother and father not being married doesn't effect there life in any way, unless of course their life is in danger and it is portent that they get married, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. I'd been standing here for 10 minutes and they still haven't finished there conversation, it was beginning to become infuriating. What could they possibly be talking about that consist of such depth and importance? Nothing comes to my mind. At the very moment I was about to walk over and demand to know what they were talking about, they shook hands, smiling and walked away. My father went over to my Mother and kissed her cheek, momentarily interrupting the conversation between my mother and Aunt Angela. Michael had walked into the kitchen, probably pouring himself a drink. I was still curious as to what they were talking about and decided to ask him myself. I'll be fulfilling my Mothers wish for me to start a conversation. Probably not the one she was expecting.

"Michael?" I asked hesitantly. He turned surprised and curious. No wonder, we had a silent agreement that we wouldn't converse in conversation if possible. "Christine?" he replied with a smile, he was teasing me. He has been for a while now, well when we talk that is. "Ha-Ha, my sides are aching…I have to ask you something". His playful smile faded and I was left with a face of concentration, a good-looking face of concentration. It is fact that since hitting puberty Michael has considerably got luckier in the looks department. He's lost his baby fat and gotten taller, he's also grown his hair a tad bit longer and it now shielded his face considerably well. He was more muscles now, clearly he has been working out, you can see his protruding muscles of his torso through his t-shirt but sadly the t-shirt he wore over it was covering his arms. Michael hasn't been with a lot of girls, surprising I know he dated a brunette in high school, as well as a slightly taller blonde. Not at the same time, I must press that fact! I'm medium in all ways. Medium height (5, 6), medium size (10/12) and medium brown hair. My eyes are bright blue, like my mother however something in my face makes me look similar to the both of them. (Of course you can, is something wrong?" concern flooded his eyes and something inside of me softened. "No, no, no nothings wrong with me!" The concern left his eyes and his usual cocky glint came back. "I was just wondering…erm…what were you and my dad talking about earlier on?" Michael's head cocked to the side and a smile played at his lips "oh, wouldn't you like to know" and again the teasing has begun. "Come one Michael, please tell me! I won't tell anyone, I'm quite trustworthy you know!" I was desperate. This was one of the times I hated the inheritance of curiosity I received from my mother. "Chris, if you were to know you'd have been part if the conversation, however you weren't…you'll know sooner or later". Wait did he just wink at me? Did I just get butterflies in my stomach? What is going on? ".Well if I'm going to know sooner or later wouldn't it be easier to tell me now and I can properly assess the situation?" I don't understand some people's logic these days. "No, that's exactly why. I don't want you to assess the situation, you should go with your gut on this one, and it'll make things better". I could see his point but I hadn't had the slightest idea of what the "situation" was. He leaned in closer to me, his hand beside me, against the wall and said "I'll see you soon, Chris" he winked again and smiled. All I did in return was smile and nod. He walked through the door and started mingling straight away. What was going on! Exactly 1 hour ago I was trying to avoid him. Not much of a fan of him in any way, but now, it's different. My head feels dizzy and my legs are shaky, however it's not in a bad way it's in a way I've never experienced, but I like it. Goodness me, I've got to shake out of this! I picked up a drink and left the kitchen.

I walked toward mum and Aunt Angela and started listening in to the conversation. "Aunt Angela, what colleges is Michael applying to?" I asked curious. Michael never did inherit his fathers love for science, although he did excel in it very well. Michael was more of an artist; he likes to do abstract work. My mother and father are grateful that I inherited my mother's love of Science, as am I; I was brought up in "The Lab" so I already know quite a lot of how everything works. "I think he has applied to Corcoran and American university of Arts and Sciences, I told him to apply to more than two colleges but he was stubborn and insisted that was they were the two he wanted to go to. Where are you thinking of Applying?" she asked. I was still shocked that Michael only applied to two colleges! What if he didn't get accepted in them, what would he do? "I'm going to apply to George Washington University and AU as well. I'm hoping I get accepted into AU it has one of the best programmes". Aunt Angela's eyes twinkled in delight; she always had a dream of me and Michael heading of to college together, looking out for each other and then hopefully becoming a couple. She didn't make that a secret. "Oh so you and Michael might end up going to college together?" the excitement was evident in her voice. I could hear my mum's slight chuckle; clearly she thought she was being quiet. I scowled at her and she smiled in return. "Well it's a possibility" I was trying desperately to change the subject. My mother didn't help by saying "Maybe your dream will come true Ang". Again I scowled at her and she smiled. My Mother secretly wanted the same as Aunt Angela; well that's what she said anyways. "Well Bren, it's a possibility. Just think we could be Mother-in-laws together!" I knew now that I didn't have any place in this conversation and slowly backed away from the gossiping girls.

I looked around the room Dad and Uncle Hodgens were talking, Mum and Aunt Angela were still gossiping and laughing. Michael was sitting on the couch watching T.V and I was here, standing still, doing nothing. I walked over to where my Dad was, Uncle Hodgens was away in the kitchen, so I wasn't interrupting. "Hey Dad, are you having a good night?" I knew he would be. He hasn't stopped smiling all night, since that conversation with Michael. "Yes of course! Are you?" I didn't want to tell him I was curious of what they were talking about and that I was still trying to figure why I felt those things in the kitchen. "Yes! It's been good fun!" At that moment my Dad's phone went off. "Hold on Christine. Booth" he had answered his phone and walked off. Uncle Hodgens came over, "Hey Chrissy, how is my favourite niece?" me and my Uncle Hodge's have always been really close. Since I was a young girl we have bonded over a love of Science. Since his dream of looking in a microscope with his only child didn't happen, he had to settle for his niece. "I'm really good thank you, and you?" I asked. "I'm good as well, are you looking forward to Michael's 18th Party?" he replied. Seriously can I go nowhere without his name popping up in conversation. I smiled falsely and said "Yes of course, it'll be a lot of fun". Uncle Hodgens smiled with a glint of joking in his eyes "are you looking forward to going shopping with your mum and Angela?" I groaned. I had forgotten about that. It's not that I hate shopping, it's just, I hate shopping with them! Aunt Angela doesn't stop until she is positively sure she has the right outfit whereas mum continuously complains about it and Aunt Angela argues back with her and I end up walking away to the nearest coffee shop. "Oh yea…totally" my voice was drenched in sarcasm and Uncle Hodgens chuckled. Dad came through the door "Bones we've got a case. It's in San Diego so I'd pack a bag if I were you," "Okay, we'll go pack" she replied. They both turned to my and ushered me outside, "Are you going to be okay on your own for a couple of days?" Mum asked. "Yea, of course, I'll be studying for end of year exams and I'll phone friends as well. Don't worry" I replied trying to be optimistic. It's no secret that I'm not the most popular girl in our year however I have got a couple of close friends. "We'll phone everyday and if you get worried just call and we'll come straight home" said Dad. "Sure, I will, if I need anything. I promise" I said reassuring them both. They kissed my head and hugged me then went upstairs to pack.

When I re-entered the Living room, the Hodgens family rushed over to me. "Will you be okay on your own sweetie? If not, you can stay with us for a while; you still have your room in our house". I denied the request and they offered to leave and let me get to bed. I hugged Aunt Angela and Uncle Hodgens. I smiled at Michael politely, not exactly knowing where we stood now. Were we friends or not. He smiled back. And they all left.

I went for a shower and got into my favourite pyjamas; my favourite band t-shirt, read and navy blue checked shorts and fluffy socks. I don't usually wear this when my mum and dad are home; the shorts are quite a bit shorter than my usual shorts. I went into the living room and put on the music channel and turned it up till it was reasonably loud. I went into the kitchen and made a massive bowl of ice cream and a large cup of coke. I wasn't caring if this was classed as a pig out or not, it was Saturday and I was in on my own. I got my laptop out and lay on the couch for the rest of the night. At first I was studying for my exams but I got side-tracked when I got an e-mail from Michael.

"Hey Chrissy, how's your night going? Wish I was on my own."

To say I was shocked by his spontaneous e-mail was an understatement, but something inside me made me feel excited and a smile crossed my face.

"Hey there, my night is going well. In pyjamas, music blasting and a huge bowl of ice cream! Why do you wanna be on your own?"

It took him less than a minute to reply.

"Mum and Dad keep talking about colleges and how it was terrible that I only applied to two, yada yada yada…What you listening to?"

"Awe, I'm sure it'll wear off when you get accepted! I'm not really listening to anything. I was trying to study but a certain boy keeps interrupting me…"

I knew I was teasing him, sinking to his level, but oh well…

"Ahaha, well this boy seems to be incredibly interesting. Obviously you don't mind or you wouldn't reply ;)"

Oh no, it backfired! Why was I replying in the first place?

"Oh is that right? To be honest I'm only replying because I feel sorry for him as no one will reply back to him…"

Why do I keep playing this game with him?

"Ouch, that hurt! You can be incredibly insulting sometimes Christine Booth…"

Wait, is he being serious or not?

"Oh, sorry, I don't mean to hurt you. I was joking!"

"AHAHA! Awe Chrissy so was I! I didn't mean to hurt you now!"

I could tell he was being sincere now.

"Its fine, I wasn't hurt :D"

We continued to e-mail through the night. At about 1:30 I had to finish the conversation as I was beginning to get really tired!

"Sorry Michael I have to go to bed now, or I might fall asleep right here, right now! It was good speaking with you. Talk soon, Night :)"

"It's cool Chrissy, speak too you tomorrow, Sweet Dreams! :)"

I was dreading going to bed. Usually I feel safe, having an FBI Agent in the house and a Kick-ass Forensic Anthropologist who could make your death look like an accident. But I was on my own tonight and it was really late at night or early in the morning, whatever one you prefer. When I was chatting with Michael I didn't pay attention to the time, just him. I checked all the doors were locked and all the windows were shut.

When I went upstairs I brushed my teeth, dried my hair and went into bed. Sleep didn't come easily for two reasons: It was too warm and I was paranoid. I opened my bedroom window with much hesitance and tried to clear my head. When I finally fell asleep, I had a nightmare. I'd always struggled with them since I was small child. That's one of the reasons my mother and father hated leaving me alone, knowing I will most likely have one. This one was a reoccurring one; it consists of me sleeping and someone in the door way watching me. My Father catches him doing it and tries to stop him but the other man is bigger and kills him. Then my mother comes out of her room and see's the man and he kills her too. Although I'm asleep I'm aware of what's going on and can't resurface from unconsciousness. Then the man starts moving towards me, but before I see what happens next I wake up. Struggling to breath I turn on my light and check my doorway. It's clear. I phone my Aunt Angela and she insists on coming over. "Seriously its fine, I only called for reassurance. I'm fine now" I say trying to calm her down. I fail miserably. I hear a faded voice in the background of the call and I hear Aunt Angela's hushed voice, like she is covering the receiver. "Okay sweetie, Michael is going to come over and sleep in the spare room for the next couple of days. Is that okay?" she asked. Today things between me and Michael seemed to shift. We were no longer had the awkwardness between us. I like it this way now. "Yea, that fine with me. Thank you." I replied. I could her smile down the phone and she said "No problem, he'll be there in 10 minutes. Goodnight sweetie." "Goodnight to you and Uncle Hodgens". The receiver cut.

I stayed awake waiting for him to arrive. I would have to unlock the door for him anyways. I heard a slight chap on the door and could hear him saying "Chrissy, it's me, Michael, open up I'm freezing!" I decided to play about a bit "How can I be sure it's Michael. I mean, it could be a murderer for all I know!" I could hear his deep chuckle through the door. "If you want me to prove it then I'll just shout what you did as a young child!" he was waiting for me to reply but I didn't have anything to say. Then I heard "EXCUSE NEIGHBOURHOOD, CHRISTINE BOO-". I unlocked the door and dragged him in before he could finish what he was going to say. He was laughing. I scowled at him "seriously Michael, you've just gone and woken up the entire neighbourhood!" I said. "Well I had to prove I wasn't a murderer and the only way to do it was by doing that!" he said between laughing. I started laughing as well, his laugh was so infectious! I went to help him of the floor when our eyes met. All laughing stopped and we stared for what seemed forever but as soon as I looked away, I missed them. I suddenly remembered that I was wearing my favourite pyjamas. The shorter than my other shorts, shorts. Oh no! I suddenly became very self conscious. "I'll be two minutes, make yourself at home" I said. "I've spent like everyday of life here, this is like home" he said through a smile. I ran up stairs and put on a pair of oversized, grey tracksuit bottoms. Bigger is better than shorter in this case. When I got down stairs Michael had indeed made himself at home. His jacket was flung over the back of the couch and his shoes were sitting beside the couch, surprisingly neat. Michael wasn't necessarily a messy person which always surprised me. There were two glasses lemonade sitting on the coffee table, condensation was dripping onto the table. He had his feet up on the couch, in the same position I was in earlier on. The T.V was on and a programme I wasn't familiar with was on. "What are you watching?" he turned round to me and said "Just a programme about Art, nothing too exciting. Why did you change?" I blushed. "It was cold", the look on his face told me he knew I was lying. If he did know he ignored it and said "You looked good in them" his face was just as shocked as mine. "Thank you" I said, trying desperately to hide the smile forming on my lips. Michael looked away and continued to watch the programme. "Your welcome" he said so quietly I could barely hear him. The phone began to ring, which was odd at 3 am in the morning. "I hesitantly answered, worried about who it could be, Michael turned round as well. Curiosity obviously wasn't something I only struggled with. "Hello?" I knew worrisome was clear in my voice, but I didn't care. Michael turned of the T.V and scooted several inches closer to me. "Hello?" I said again. "Christine?" the other caller said. "Well, yea, who is this?" I asked. "It's Russ your Uncle! How are you?" I breathed a sigh of relief as did Michael. He turned the T.V back on but didn't move a way. "I'm good thanks, how are you? Long time no see huh?" I missed my Uncle Russ, I only really see him at Christmas. He and his family moved to Arizona four years ago. "I'm good thanks, I know I miss little Chrissy, my favourite niece! I was phoning for your mum is she available?" "Sorry, she's not here, she's on a case in San Diego" I said. "And she's

Left you on your own?" he said shocked. "No Michael is going to stay for the duration of the trip. You know, in case of nightmares" I explained. I could here his sigh through the receiver "You still getting them huh? I'm sure they'll go away in time. Also Michal is staying? Is there something going on between you too?" his protectiveness made me laugh "No, there isn't. Will you be able to sleep tonight now?" I said jokingly. "Yes, thank you for that!" he said laughing. "I'll talk too you soon okay. Goodnight" he continued. "Yes of course. Goodnight". I hung up and turned towards the T.V. "You know we should get going to bed" Michael said. "Yea, I was thinking that too" I agreed. We both stood up, I went to walk away but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "You know Christine, if you have a nightmare or you're scared, I'm just down the hall" he said sympathetically. "I know" I smiled appreciable. He leaned down and hugged me, it caught me off guard at first but soon the warmth of the hug drew me in and I sunk in his arms. We let go, a little too early to me. We walked up stairs together and separated into our different rooms. Immediately I noticed the loss of his body. I went into my bed and fell into a deep sleep.