This is set years into the future. Last Chapter.

“So I spent the first few months of my life living with uncle Jared because some mafia style guy wanted to kill you?” A fifteen-year-old Emilia, teased her parents about her baby years constantly. It got her sympathy points occasionally, if she felt daddy was ‘neglecting’ her. Neglect being if they missed their weekly ice cream and movie deal. It got her hugs from her mother too, especially at Christmas.

“And you’ve been what? Buried alive, blown up... by a fridge and by a bag-bomb full of teeth. You shot a clown, have been almost eaten and almost killed-copious amounts of times. Oh also I forgot! No one knew I existed for over a year. And do I even need to mention voodoo amnesia?”

Bones and Booth laughed at their daughter, she found their past extremely amusing. When she was little instead of fairy stories about girls with long blonde hair and glass slippers, it was fantastic adventures about serial killers and Thai food. It may have seemed odd to tell a two year old about serial killers with face eating habits- but Brennan had found it was the only thing that got Emi to sleep.

“But hey, everything turned out alright in the end.” Booth said, with grin at his Bones.

“Hell yeah. Your jobs sound socool!” Emi smiled at their shocked looks, they didn’t want their eldest daughter being in the face of death every other day. “But lucky for you I wanna be an art teacher.”

She walked out of the front room of their DC apartment, to look for Parker, who occasionally used Booth’s house as a base- when he was visiting. So when he came, Parker bunked in Emi’s room. They stayed up late watching old silent films and in Brennan’s eyes ‘anthropologically speaking’; they were the epitome of a good brother and sister.

They looked alike; Parker an ash-blonde, curly haired version of his father and whilst Emi had her mother’s stubborn jaw, they had both inherited Booth’s dark eyes. In the right light, Emilia looked a lot like Brennan’s mother, the likeness growing ever stronger as she grew up.

“Thank God.” Booth said as he leant back against his chair, raising his eyebrows at Bones.

“She would have made a good anthropologist.” Brennan said, slightly upset that Emi had rejected Brennan’s favourite vocation.

“We’ll leave the bones to you, Bones. We’re not all super geniuses, or is it Geniii?” He mused.

Well it’s over- sorry this chapter is short, but I didn’t know how to end it. I just knew it needed ending. I know I didn’t put in any of Max’s reaction but basically it would have been: Sob, sob my daughter all grown up, she’s so cute, I’m a grandpa. Happy happy. Then Booth would have reminded him he was in jail and the mood would have been deflated.