Hi everyone! This is the first Bones Fanfiction I ever wrote, and I actually wrote this back in December (over Christmas break, actually), but I just recently got around to actually joining the site. It's a Christmas story, but seeing as how "Santa in the Slush" is still the last new episode of Bones that's aired, I figured it'd be okay to post it anyway. Besides, who needs it to be December to read a fluffy little Christmas story, right?

Anyway, this starts on Christmas morning, the morning after Booth brought Brennan the tree. I've got the entire story written already, so I'll probably post a new chapter every couple of days. Hope you all enjoy and please leave a review if you have the time!

Disclaimer – I don't own Bones. You'd be seeing this on the actual show if I did.


Seeley Booth took a moment to take in the scenery around him. He was standing on the steps outside of the Jeffersonian with snow falling all around himself and his beautiful partner. Temperance Brennan was standing across from him with her arms wrapped tightly around her small frame to keep herself warm. He took a step towards her with the intention of using his own arms to warm her.

Before he moved any closer, he took another moment to look at her. She was looking out over the city with her big, blue eyes and had large white snowflakes curled into her auburn hair. Her cheeks and nose were red and rosy from the cold, and she had a slight smile on her face. Booth briefly thought about how beautiful she looked before moving closer to her. Rather than hugging her, he cupped his hands around her cold cheeks, gently moved her face so that she was looking at him, and pulled her lips up to meet his halfway.

She hesitated at first due to the spontaneous nature of his kiss, but it was only a moment before Booth felt her relax and begin to kiss him back. Before he could deepen the kiss, he felt her gently pulling away. He didn't want to let her go, but released her lips and rested his forehead on hers. Her arms had found their way around him, and one hand rested on his back, while the other gently massaged the base of his neck.

"Tempe," he breathed, using her given name, eliciting a smile from her.

"Daddy!" Parker yelled, furiously shaking his father.

Booth opened his eyes and found that he was in his bedroom, and his six-year-old son was standing besides his bed, shaking him awake. He glanced at the clock that rested on his bedside table. It was 6:32 AM on December 25th, Christmas morning.

Damn, Booth thought. Only a dream.

"Hey, Parker," Booth said.

"Daddy, what's a tempe?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

Crap, did I say that out loud? Booth thought.

"What, Parker?" Booth replied as he pulled his son up into bed with him.

"When you were dreaming, you said 'Tempe.' What's a tempe?"

"Tempe is Dr. Bones's nickname," he said honestly, hoping his son wouldn't have too many more questions.

"I thought Bones was her nickname?" Parker replied.

"It is, although Bones is just my own special name for her. Other people call her Tempe."

"Why Tempe?"

"Her first name is Temperance, so Tempe is a shortened form of that. It's like when your mom calls you Park instead of Parker."

"Oh," the little boy said, seemingly accepting that answer. Booth silently wished that that would be the end of this particular conversation about Bones.

"Daddy?" Parker asked.

"Yeah, bub?"

"Why were you dreaming about Dr. Bones?"

"Well, I…uh…" Booth stuttered. That was the exact question he was hoping Parker wouldn't ask him. "I guess I was thinking about her after we took her the tree last night."

"Oh, okay. Let's go open presents!"

Parker climbed over his father, jumped off the bed, and ran in the direction of the living room. Booth laughed and got out of bed. He picked up a T-shirt that he had left on his chair the night before and pulled it over his head, leaving him dressed in the shirt and a pair of flannel pants with Christmas lights all over them. Once he was dressed, he picked up his camera, and followed his son into their living room.

Parker was eagerly sorting the presents into piles according to who each present was for. He then picked up one with his name on it and began to enthusiastically shake it.

"Whoa, whoa, buddy!" Booth said, running over. He took the present from his son's hand and placed it back on the floor. "Easy, Parker. You don't want to risk breaking whatever is inside."

"That's true," Parker agreed. "Sorry, Daddy."

"Besides, we need to eat a little breakfast before we tackle the presents. We don't want a repeat of last year."

The year before, Parker and Booth had opened gifts as soon as they woke up, and, due to a bad mixture of Christmas excitement and an empty stomach, Parker had ended up throwing up all over his brand new pajamas. It had taken several days for Booth to restore the present to its original condition.

"Okay, but can't I just open one?" Parker begged.

"Okay, go ahead. But just one, so choose wisely," Booth agreed.

Parker took a moment to look over his gifts before selecting one from his father. He quickly tore the wrapping paper off and revealed a book about dinosaurs.

"Cool! Dinosaurs! Thanks, Dad!" Parker said, hugging him.

"You're welcome. Now, let's go eat."

Booth placed Parker on the kitchen counter and turned to the refrigerator. Booth began making a breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast while Parker flipped through his new book.

"Hey, Daddy?" Parker said.

"Yes?"

"Has Dr. Bones ever dug up a dinosaur bone like this guy?" Parker asked, pointing to a drawing in his book. The drawing depicted an archeologist digging up a dinosaur bone in the desert. Booth walked over to his son and peeked at the picture.

"I don't think so. She usually doesn't do too much digging," Booth answered and went back to making breakfast.

"Daddy, what's Dr. Bones doing for Christmas?" he asked as Booth put two plates full of food onto the table. He walked back over and lifted Parker off of the counter to put him in his chair.

"I don't know," Booth said honestly. He had no idea what she'd be doing today now that her Peru trip had been cancelled. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped that she wouldn't spend her holiday behind her desk at the lab.

"She's not alone, is she?" Parker asked.

"I don't know, Parker," he replied, not having the heart to tell his son that the answer to that question was probably yes.

"But if she saw her family last night, that would mean she's alone now, right?"

"I don't know, Parker. Maybe."

"We should spend Christmas with Dr. Bones!" he exclaimed with excitement.

"What?" Booth asked, wanting to make sure he had heard him right.

"Yeah! Come on, Daddy. Don't you wanna see her? I know you were dreaming about her! Besides, it's Christmas. You're the one who told me that no one should ever be alone on Christmas!"

"Don't you think it's a little early to be visiting people? It's not even seven yet," Booth said, pointing to the clock.

"But it's Christmas!" Parker said, unable to comprehend that not everyone gets up super early to open presents.

In his heart, Booth loved the idea that his son had just so happily announced to him. He could think of nothing better than spending his favorite holiday with his son and his partner, especially since the latter would probably spend the day working, if not in the lab, then on her next book, and truth be told, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her after she had so graciously given him her gum under the mistletoe just a few days before. He also liked the idea because he knew that Brennan was definitely not a Christmas person, and he had always wished that someway, somehow, he would be able to change that. Maybe a Christmas morning with a six-year-old would do the trick.

"Please, Daddy! We can't leave her alone, and you were going to spend Christmas with her anyway before the Africa trip got cancelled," Parker said.

"Okay, Parker. We'll finish breakfast, open presents, and then we'll go see Bones," Booth agreed.

"No! We have to take the presents to her house and open them there! We have to go now."

"Parker…"

"Daddy…" Parker replied, matching his tone.

"She probably doesn't have a tree. You sure you don't wanna open gifts here?"

"No tree?" he asked, shocked. "Well, we can take her the tree we took her last night! It's still in the car, right?"

"Yes, Parker it is, but I don't know if this is the best idea," Booth said, knowing that Brennan probably wouldn't be too receptive to the plan, especially not this early in the morning.

The six-year-old boy hopped off of his chair at the dining table and disappeared from sight. Booth stood up and started to follow him. Parker almost collided with him as they both rounded the same corner at the same time.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Booth asked.

"Here," Parker said, handing his father a pair of his tennis shoes. "Put them on."

"Parker," Booth laughed. The boy definitely had determination. Booth could give him credit for that. Before he could say anything else, his son had run off again. He ran back a little while later, only to find Booth in the exact same position, his shoes still in his hands.

"Daddy, put your shoes on!" he said with a mock sternness in his voice. Booth realized that he was fighting a losing battle, though he never thought there would be a day when he fought against going to see his Bones.

"Where'd you run off to this time, huh?" he asked.

Parker smiled sweetly, said nothing, and handed Booth the keys to his FBI-issued SUV. Booth's lips curved into a smile when he realized that his son had just gotten him the car keys and would probably drag him out the door himself if he didn't agree to go see Brennan soon.

"Let's go," Parker said. Booth sighed a sigh of defeat as he led his son to his bedroom to help him get dressed.

Losing battle, indeed, Booth thought. He couldn't believe he was being bossed around by his six-year-old son. I just hope Bones doesn't shoot me for waking her up this early on what's supposed to be a day off.

"Daddy, where are we going? The door's that way," Parker said.

"Well, you can't go dressed like that. You need to get dressed, and I need to get dressed, and we need to get all the presents ready to go before we can go see Dr. Bones," Booth explained. "We are going to your room, so I can help you pick out an outfit."

"And then after we're dressed, we're going to see Dr. Bones?" he asked.

"Yes, Parker. We'll go spend Christmas with Bones," he said.

"Yay!" Parker exclaimed. "Let's go!"


I know that Booth will probably never call Brennan "Tempe" but you'll see why I had him mutter that in his dream-induced state later on in the story.

Next Up: Parker and Booth arrive at Brennan's apartment and get ready to open presents.