A/N: Well I'm back for probably the last time before Season 2 starts. This story was meant to be a oneshot but I noticed, halfway through writing it, that it was going to be a long story. Hope you like it. It's pretty different from the stuff I wrote in the past. I've had this idea for a couple of months now butI just never thought of actually putting it into words. Tell me what you think on your way out.
Disclaimer: I own nothin' except for the crazy woman in the story (you'll know what I mean, see author's note at the end of the chapter formore comments).
By the way, sorry for the crappy summary.
"Working late again, Dr. Brennan?" A booming voice said behind her.
Temperance turned around to see her boss, Dr. Goodman, standing at her office's door. She nodded briefly before returning to her computer. She had a novel to write.
"Writer's block, I see?" The archeologist said as he peeked over his employee's shoulder to the blank screen.
"Yeah." Temperance replied, sighing quietly. "I've been trying to write this chapter for two weeks but..."
She stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. Why was she telling her boss about her writer's block?
Goodman seemed to have read her mind for he chuckled.
"I'll let you get back to work." He said.
He had been able to walk out the door when he stopped in his tracks.
"May I suggest you go home and rest? Or perhaps go out? It would take your mind off your novel and your work."
"No thanks. I'm okay here." Temperance replied.
"Well that's fine by me but I don't think your answer would satisfy your partner. You better find another reason to give him."
When she looked at her boss questioningly, he only chuckled once more.
"Agent Booth is walking towards your office and his pace is pretty fast."
He chuckled at the doctor's stricken expression before walking out of the office and greeting Booth on his way passed him. The agent greeted him back.
Temperance waited patiently for her partner to walk in, pretty sure about what was going to happen the second he'd set foot in the room. He'd most likely try to convince her to go to Wong Foo's with him, just like he had been doing for the past few weeks. She usually won the argument, stating that she was too tired to do anything and promising to head straight home if he just left. He usually did leave. But tonight, Temperance had a feeling things were going to be different.
The door chimed as the partners stepped into the slightly crowded restaurant.
"Booth, remind me why we're here?" Temperance asked as she let her partner lead her by the hand to their usual seats.
"To take your mind off work." Booth replied, sighing loudly. "And don't tell me you don't need to take your mind off your work because you do."
"How do you know?"
Booth glared at her.
"Don't give me your smart ass attitude, Bones." He warned before letting go of her hand.
He sat down on his stool and waited for Bones to do the same. When she had sat down, he turned to the bartender.
"Just give us the usual." He said to his old friend.
Sid nodded briefly before disappearing in his kitchen. Booth turned to his partner.
"That's what's great about this place, Bones. You don't have to look for hours at a menu to figure out what you're going to eat."
He flashed her his charm smile, the one that had helped him win the argument tonight. Temperance rolled her eyes, fighting the chuckle that threatened to reveal her amusement.
"No plans for tonight?" Temperance asked, breaking the silence that had immediately followed Booth's remark.
"I'm sorry?" Booth replied, turning around.
"I just asked you if you had any plans for tonight."
"Well yeah. Eating dinner with you."
"Actually, no. I'm meeting someone."
"Oh?" Temperance replied, hoping that Booth hadn't heard the disappointment in her tone.
She just couldn't understand why he had brought her here if it was only to ditch her when what she assume was his date would get here.
"Yeah. I just didn't think..."
But Booth was cut off in mid-sentence by the sound of his name. He looked up to see a woman entering the restaurant.
"Seeley!" The woman cried as she walked determinedely to the agent.
Booth shot his partner an apologetic smile before getting up to greet the woman.
"Mom!" he said, sounding falsely cheerful. "I didn't think you would come."
"Mom?" He heard his partner mumble beside him.
He elbowed her subtly.
"And why would you think that, Seeley?" His mother told him. "I would never pass up an opportunity to see my son. Where is my grandchild?"
"Umm..." Booth replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Parker isn't here, Mom. I couldn't get Rebecca to drive him over."
Glancing quickly at Temperance, he turned his attention back to his mother.
"Oh. Oh well." His mother replied.
"Uh Mom, do you want to sit down?" Booth asked, pointing at his seat.
"Of course I... SEELEY! Who is that?"
Her eyes had fallen on the anthropologist sitting beside her. Temperance quickly glanced at the woman before turning to her partner. Booth gave her another apologetic smile.
"Is she your new girlfriend? Because if she is, I have to say, she seems so much better than..."
"Mom, Temperance isn't my girlfriend." Booth immediately cut in, before his mother divulged anything more embarrassing. "We work together. Temperance is my partner."
Temperance shook her head.
"No, actually, I work as a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Institute."
Booth's mother frowned and Temperance immediately felt the need to clarify her explaination, but not without a twinge of annoyance.
"I work with dead people."
"Like a pathologist?"
"Not quite. A pathologist works with corpses. I work with people's remains, when all the skin is gone and all is left are the bones."
"Huh." Booth's mother replied, not quite sure what else to say. "That's... nice."
Temperance forced a smile before looking up at Booth.
"I think I better get going." She told him.
She stood up and was about to walk away when Booth grabbed her arm.
"Please stay. You haven't even eaten yet."
Temperance sighed before sitting back down on her stool. She was rewarded by his charm smile once again.
"Don't use your charm smile on me." She warned.
"So you two are not dating?"
The partners turned to look at the woman sitting beside them.
"No, Mom." Booth replied, blushing slightly. "We just work together."
"Right." She replied, on a tone that told the two friends she wasn't buying it. "You know, Seeley, she almost looks like that Temperance girl we met back in Chicago."
Booth and Temperance exchanged looks. Booth turned back to his mother.
"What are you talking about?" Booth asked, confused.
"Remember when you were six, we went to visit your aunt Muriel in Chicago and you met this adorable yet weird little girl named Temperance Brennan. You were very fond of her and I think the feeling was mutual. You two spent the entire summer together. Don't you remember, Seeley?"
"What did you say that little girl's name was?"
"Temperance Brennan. You know, Matt and Christine Brennan's daughter. Remember, she had an older brother called Ross."
"Russ." Booth and Temperance immediately corrected.
"That's what I said. Ross."
Temperance and Booth smiled at each other, fighting the urge to laugh. Booth's mother continued talking, ignoring her son's previous statement.
"Don't tell me you don't remember the Brennans, Seeley. They were lovely people and your aunt's neighbors. What? Why are you guys looking at me that way?"
Temperance looked up at her partner as the memories came flooding back to her and she could see that hewas just as shocked as she was. They had met before, almost twenty-five years ago. She could tell, by the look in his eyes, that he remembered too. Her heart raced in her chest as she remembered the promise they had made on the last day of summer.
A/N2: Okay sorry about Booth's mother. It's just that from the way Booth was talking about her in the season finale and the fact that she wrote jingles as her job, I just pictured her as a somewhat eccentric woman.