Some Things Never Change

A/N: This is something new for me, so who knows how it's going to turn out. A futurefic, set in 2013, six years after where the show is currently. Don't worry, it'll be an eventual Booth/Brennan, like I could write anything else. Leave a review and let me know what you think so far. Subsequent chapters will be longer; this is just a prologue to set things up. Enjoy!

Palo Alto, California, 5-9-2013

Brennan sat at the breakfast bar in her kitchen and fingered the crisp white envelope. On the front, her name and address were spelled in fancy calligraphy. She flipped the envelope to slip a nail beneath its sealed flap. Pulling out the contents, she recognized a wedding invitation. Brennan scanned the names before she carelessly tossed the invitation on the counter and reached for the phone. She dialed the still familiar number and waited for three rings until the person at the other end picked up.


"Ange, it's Brennan."

"Bren, sweetie! It's good to hear from you."

"I got your invitation…" Brennan wasted no time. "Are you really marrying Hodgins?"

"It's true, I am. Can you believe it?" Brennan shook her head, fully aware that Angela couldn't see her through the phone. "You'll be here, right? I swear, Bren, if you miss my wedding I might have to come out to sunny Cali to kill you!"

She searched for the date on the invitation. June 23rd. She could make it.

"Of course I'm coming, Ange. What kind of friend do you think I am?"

"That's great, sweetie, I can't wait!"

"Me either," Brennan replied seriously, smiling at her friend's enthusiasm.

"Bren, I have a question for you. I know you think marriage is archaic and all that crap," Brennan glanced down at the engagement ring on her finger and frowned, twisting it so that the diamond disappeared, "but I was wondering if you'd be my maid of honor."

"Sure Ange, I'd love to."

"You know, Booth will be there too."

Brennan's heart skipped a beat before leaping up into her throat.

"Booth will be there?"

"Yeah, sweetie, that's what I said. So I suggest you two resolve whatever issues you have because I won't let you ruin my wedding day, okay?"

"Booth and I don't have issues," Brennan replied stubbornly.

"Seriously? The last time you were in D.C. you didn't even call him. I'd call that an issue. What exactly happened between you guys anyways?"

"It's a long story, Ange," she sighed into the receiver. "I'll tell you when I get there."

"Great, that can be your wedding present to me."

Their conversation continued for a few minutes more before Angela had to go. The dull click of the phone as Brennan placed it back in the cradle echoed in her empty apartment and she stared at it for a moment, thinking. So much had changed in her life since her last visit to D.C. How was she going to explain it all to her old friends? The sound of a key in the lock jerked her from her thoughts and she shook her head, gathering the invitation and envelope into a pile on the counter. A moment later, the door swung open to reveal a handsome man whom Brennan studied as he crossed the room to her side – tall and good-looking, dark hair speckled with gray around his temples, kind eyes that reminded her of someone else. This was her fiancé, Jack Murray, the one who had given her the ring whose diamond was currently jabbing into her palm as she closed her hand around the bottom of her barstool. He was a great man, Brennan assured herself. She loved him, she had to love him – she was going to marry him, for Pete's sake! But she couldn't help but wonder why she felt sick to her stomach (Brennan didn't believe in butterflies) at the thought of going back to D.C. and seeing him again.

"How was your day, hon?" Jack asked as he greeted her with a chaste kiss on the lips. When Brennan didn't answer right away, he sat down beside her and took her right hand in his. "What's wrong?" he questioned, annoying Brennan with his immediate concern and causing her to pull her hand from his to brush a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Nothing's wrong…" she paused for a moment to let reality sink in. "I'm going to D.C."

A/N: She's going to D.C. Yeah. Before y'all flame me for creating a fiancé for Tempe, remember, this is six years in the future. Everybody has changed, don't worry, things will be explained, I promise. And Jack isn't supposed to be a hated character; yes, he's an obstacle between Tempe and Booth, but he's a nice guy. Oh, and what happened between those two will be explained also. Review please, and if you need something explained feel free to ask me.