A/N: I originally wrote this way back in 2006 when I first began writing Bones Fanfiction. I wasn't entirely satisfied and pulled it in order to rewrite it. That was over a year ago. Well, as it turns out, this fic was a favorite of Miss Bennett's and when she discovered it was mine, she begged me to repost it. So, here you go, the reposted and revised version of Little Miracles.

Seeley Booth sat in the waiting room of the hospital, his head in his hands; unshed tears fighting for release. Across from him, Rebecca sat with her fiancé Brent, clutching at him as though he was a lifeline. No one spoke as they waited for news from the doctor regarding the seven year old's condition. For a brief moment, Rebecca and Seeley's eyes met before she closed hers to fight off the tears threatening to tumble down her cheeks. Crying now wouldn't be of any use. Unable to stand the feeling of helplessness any longer, Booth pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he wanted by his side.


Temperance Brennan sat across the table from her boyfriend of six months, Brandon, listening attentively as he talked about his day. They were at an expensive French restaurant with a decidedly romantic atmosphere, and Temperance couldn't help but wonder why her date had chosen this place. They normally stuck to much more casual dining, their schedules generally not conducive to dressing up. She wished Brendan had chosen somewhere much more casual as she shifted in her seat. The tight skirt on her dress felt constricting as she sat at the table listening to him talk about investment portfolios. She subtly glanced at her watch, wanting nothing more than to be able to go home, change into some sweats and read a good book.

"Temperance, there's something I want to ask you." Brendan said softly, the candlelight flickering softly between them. Temperance watched, surprised as he got up from his seat and knelt before her, an open ring box in his hand. "I know we've only been together a few months, but for me, it's been long enough to know… Tempe, will you marry me?"

Temperance looked down at him, shock etched on her face.

"Brendan, I..." She couldn't continue her sentence, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. As her boyfriend looked up at her with a hopeful expression, Temperance's cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller-id and saw Booth's name.

"Tempe, please don't answer that call." His eyes pleaded with her as hope began to fade from his expression. Temperance's gut was screaming at her to take the call, whether from an actual need or the nervousness coursing through her.

"I'm sorry Brendan, I have to." She flipped open the phone praying that the call was important and not a case that had suddenly come up. "Booth, what is it?" Tempe asked, concern in her voice. Brendan glared at her and returned to his seat, snapping the ring box shut with a loud snap.

"Temperance, there's been an accident." His voice was strained, and her stomach immediately dropped even as she sat up straighter in her chair.

"Oh god, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but it's Parker."

"Where are you? I'll be right there." Temperance jotted the name of the hospital down and hung up her phone. She glanced over at Brendan as she stood and grabbed her purse and coat.

"Please, Tempe, tell me you aren't leaving to be with him," he said, his calm exterior barely hiding the anger he held in check.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go." He sighed and placed the small velvet box in his pocket.

"It's obvious what your answer is. I had hoped I ranked higher in your life than a sometimes boyfriend, but obviously I can't compete with your partner." Brendan stood, threw some money on the table and looked at her. "Have a good life Temperance. I hope he makes you happy." With that, he left the restaurant.


Booth paced the floor of the waiting room, his hands running through his hair reflexively. As he paced, Rebecca watched him, following his movements as one would a tennis match.

"Seeley, would you please stop pacing? You're making me nervous." She said, her tone a bit short. He could see the stress in her body language, yet couldn't fight the urge to give a biting reply. As he opened his mouth to respond, Temperance rushed into the room. She looked around briefly, and as she spotted him, she rushed to his side as he reached out to her and took her into his arms; her own arms encircling his waist.

"I got here as soon as I could." She murmured. She held him tightly for a long time until he finally pulled away from her, taking in her appearance.

"You should have told me you were out, Bones."

"Don't be ridiculous Booth, you need me here."

"Thank you, Temperance." Booth placed his head on her shoulder and took a deep, calming breath. Brennan's mere presence was enough to calm him into more rational thought. He broke away from her and sat back down, Temperance sitting next to him. She kept hold of his hand, lending him the comfort he desperately needed.

"What happened, Booth?" She said the words quietly, her tone informing him he didn't have to answer. He took in a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. He could feel her gently running a thumb over his hand in small, soothing circles as she waited for his reply. When he opened them again, he looked at her, fear evident in his expressive eyes.

"Parker was at a friend's house. They were playing outside when their ball rolled into the street."

"Oh god, Booth." Her hand squeezed his tightly. He tried to give her a small smile and squeezed her hand back in an attempt at reassurance. Her heart broke at the small gesture, knowing it was he who needed the comfort more.

"He, uh, went after the ball and got struck by a car." He could see Temperance silently listing anything that could have been damaged by such a strike. She tried to conceal the worry she had, but Booth could see it in the way her expression tightened.

"He's in surgery now?" She asked. Booth nodded, and then closed his eyes. He'd been in there for four hours now, and no word on how the surgery was going. Lord, please, he's so young. Please let him come out of this all right.

Temperance watched, fascinated as Booth crossed himself. She had read about studies that showed the power of prayer in the healing process, but had never quite believed the results, even though they did show a positive influence on the patient. Seeing her partner this distraught, she decided it was worth a shot to offer out a small bit of...she didn't want to call it faith. She'd been told before that she had faith in Booth, but she didn't see it that way. She had confidence in his abilities and an unwaivering belief that he would always be there for her. That's why she was here now, and that's why she sent out a few words of her own. If there is a God out there, please let Parker pull through this. He's only a little boy and deserves to have a long, healthy life. She looked over at Booth and smiled sadly. He had fallen asleep, still clutching her hand. With a sigh, she closed her own eyes. This was going to be a long night, and she wanted to get whatever rest she could.