"Well a few years ago, when I was 13 actually, mom and I got into a fight one night about how she wouldn't let me spend more time with you guys more. Drew brought himself into it saying how 'we know what's best for you' I told him he shouldn't have any say in it, especially when I want to spend more time with my father and about how mom and Drew don't really care about me anyway. All the things that are important to me they don't show up for and you and Tempe do. All the football and baseball games and the science crap that I like to do I mean how many of those things have you been to? We said more stuff, I don't really remember much of it, I was really mad. And the next thing I solidly remember was," Parker pauses and takes a deep breath, "was Drew, uh, backhanding me across the face." Parker holds his breath and closes his eyes, expecting his dad to blow up and run out and kill Drew.
"Does Rebecca know?" Booth says calmly, trying to keep his voice level.
Parker just nods his head, to afraid to speak.
"And this happened when you were 13?"
Parker just nods again.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Um, well first off, um, mom told me not to. And I, I um, thought that you might have been mad at me, for um, yelling at Drew. You always told me to respect him."
"Parker I would have never been mad at you for that, you are allowed to get angry at someone. I am PISSED at Rebecca, this happened before she got married to him, and she never told me. She knew that if I did know about it I could have tried to get full custody." Booth puts his head in his hands.
"Would you have tried?" Parker asks.
"Only if you didn't want to live there anymore. Did Drew only hit you once?"
"Yeah, but he came close to hitting me a lot," Parker says softly.
"Is that why you started hating Drew?" Tempe asks.
Parker nods, "Yeah that's one of the things that I really like about you. You don't think that you should have control over me like you are my mother. You have never tried to replace her, and what you DO tell me to do it like 'hey Parker will you please take out the garbage?'" Booth and Tempe both laugh, "You don't think that you have to be included in the decisions that I make, that makes me want your input. Drew tries to force my decisions."
"Well I'm glad that you feel that way. I would never try to replace Rebecca, I wouldn't want that for little Booth to be here," she says as she puts her hand on her stomach.
"Oh wow, it's 3 in the morning. Bed. Now. Both of you, Goodman will have my head tomorrow for keeping you up so late, and so will the doctor. And Parker you can go to school, uh lets say two hours late. I'll right you a note, or do you want me to come pick you up and take you?" Booth asks.
"Why don't you pick me up and take me, The F.B.I. badge helps when I sign in, even with a note from you, our handwriting is to similar, they think I forge it." Parker says, yawning as he makes his way toward his room. "Night guys."
"Now I am only going to bed if you are, you have had a tough day Agent Booth. Reliving your war stories, finding out all that crap about Rebecca and Drew." Tempe whispers in Booths ear.
Booth smiles, yeah I am coming to bed. I am exhausted, I couldn't think about this more if I wanted to." Taking Tempes' hand and walking to the bedroom they both lay down and are asleep almost immediately.