Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

By Miss P
Summary: Booth makes sure Tempe isn't alone at Christmas…
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, or the song in this story.
Part one of three.


Angela has been walking around with a smile on her lips all day, Zach has been babbling about his holiday traditions with his large family, Hodgins, about some stupid Christmas fantasy as always, Booth, well I haven't seen him today at all, guess he's too busy preparing Christmas for his son. Me, I try not to think of it. I hate Christmas; it's the season when everyone's supposed to get together with their families, to be happy and warm.

It's the day before Christmas and everyone has plans, everyone's too busy with their own lives to notice how I'm handling this. Seeing all this decorations, all these shiny stuff makes me want to scream out loud. I hate everything about it because it brings back memories I'd prefer to never think of again. I've put all that behind me, the loss of my parents, but still the image of the Christmas tree so many years back haunts me, maybe it always will. I don't think I can forget, no matter how much I try, the pain is just too real. Sometimes I still feel like that little girl, all alone and desperate to know why her parents didn't want her anymore.

I've been alone so very long, I've started to get used to it. This time at the year is the toughest. I know I should be happy for my friends, but I can't help but feel jealous. How come they have everything and I have nothing? That's not fair…

As I stood there, I could hear Angela singing a Christmas carol. I couldn't help but return her smile as she walked pass me; I hope she didn't see the sadness in it. I don't want to ruin her good mood.

Slowly I turned and headed for my office, maybe I wouldn't have to watch all those happy faces… maybe no one would notice that I was missing…

I don't know how long I'd been sitting there; maybe it was an hour, maybe even more. Suddenly I heard a soft knock on my door. Before I could say something, the door opened.

"Hey Bones!"

I sighed, another happy face, I didn't know how much more I could take.

Booth walked in, closed the door, took a chair and sat down opposite the desk. He looked at me, I couldn't determine what the look in his eyes meant.

"Are you alright?" Booth asked in a low voice. I forced myself to nod.

"Uh I have… a question…" Booth started, "I was wondering if you'd… if you want to uh, spend Christmas with… me… this year…"

I smiled at him, but shook my head.

"Thank you… but I can't…"

"Why not?"

"You have Parker, Rebecca, your family… I'd just be in the way Booth."

"Bones, I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't okay."

I shook my head stubbornly. How could I say yes? I'd ruin everything for him. I could never do that to Booth.

I didn't want anything more than to give in and say yes, but before I could think, I heard myself say no. "I don't even like Christmas Booth, and you know why," I realized my words came out way too harsh. "I'm sorry… hey, thank you, but no…" this time it was barely a whisper.

Booth nodded without saying anything. He got up and walked to the door. Suddenly he stopped and turned. He had a smug smile on his lips.

"Don't think you're getting away that easy Bones."

"Booth," I warned.