"Bone of my Bone"

Summary: When past and present collide…interesting things start to happen.

Author's Note: Set in season five—so Parker is nine. Also, I'm not sure if Rebecca is married to somebody or not, but for the purpose of this story let's say she's not. Okay?

Warning: This story will contain spanking—though I don't know when...

Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Bryan (though, of course, he's dead from the get-go, so...) and Hunter. Bones, Booth, and the Squints belong to Kathy Reichs and Hanson Hart.

Chapter One: Two Bodies in the Woods

"Two bodies were found just outside the city in a stretch of woodland," FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth explained to his partner.

"Corpses or remains?" Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan asked him, curiously.

"Both," Booth said. "Cam's already there. The female is badly decomposed, but still more or less intact. The male is unidentifiable because there isn't much left of him."

"And you're sure their deaths weren't just accidents?" Bones asked, curiously.

"Yep," Booth said, parking his SUV on the outskirts of the crime scene. "The reason there's not much left of the man is because he was burned to a crisp."

"Right," Bones said, following him out.

They were met by Dr. Camille Saroyan, Bones' boss and Booth's former girlfriend.

She was the Jeffersonian Museum's resident pathologist, while Bones was its resident (and world renowned) forensic anthropologist.

"You can't be here," Cam said, looking at Booth.

"Why not?" Booth asked. "It's a crime scene, isn't it?"

"Yes---But you still can't be here, Seeley," Cam said, her face troubled. "Where's Parker?"

Booth frowned even more at this.

Parker was his nine year old son.

"He's at school," he told her. "What's going on, Cam?"

"I've identified the female victim, Seeley," she told him, seriously.

"And?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Rebecca," Cam told him, sadly.

"W-What?" Booth asked, looking as if he had just taken a punch to the gut.

"Are you sure?" Bones asked her, quietly.

"Positive," Cam said, handing them something. "This was found near the bodies. If the man had one on him, it's nothing but ashes now."

Booth took what she had, which was a wallet, and found a driver's license.

It was indeed Rebecca—Parker's mother.

"I…uh…I don't understand it," Booth said, shaking his head. "It doesn't make sense."

"When was the last time you spoke to her?" Bones asked him, curiously.

"Friday," Booth said. "She dropped Parker off a few days ago, said she was going out of town for the weekend with her current boyfriend and she'd be back sometime this week."

"Do you know who the boyfriend is…or was?" Cam asked him. "It could be the male victim."

"Uh, yeah," Booth said, swallowing. "His name was, uh, is Hunter—Bryan Hunter. He's a…"

"A college professor?" Bones asked, wide-eyed. "At Georgetown University?"

Booth frowned. "Yeah," he said. "How'd you know?"

Bones looked at Cam. "I need to see the male victim," she told her, seriously. "Immediately."

"Uh, sure," Cam said, glancing at Booth. "But I'm sure it can wait 'til…"

"No, it can't," Bones said, moving past her and under the yellow crime tape.

"You gonna be all right?" Cam asked Booth, hesitantly.

"Not sure," Booth said, looking like he might be sick. "But go—see what's wrong with her."

Cam nodded and then followed after Bones.

"What is it?" she asked her, curiously.

Bones was knelt down beside the heavily burned corpse of the male victim.

"It's him," she said, quietly. "It's Bryan Hunter."

There were tears in her eyes.

"How do you know?" Cam asked, curiously.

Bones reached down and pulled a necklace off the victim.

"Because I gave this to him," she told her. "We were…close…once."

"How close?" Cam asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bones gave her a penetrating look.

"Really close," she said, and then turned to head back to Booth.

"That close," Cam muttered, a bit surprised. "Well, well…"

Bones wasn't known for having illicit affairs—or any affairs, for that matter.

Cam hurried after her as she headed back to Booth.

"We need to go," Bones told him. "Now."

"Why?" Booth asked, frowning.

"There's somebody we have to pick up," Bones told him, seriously.

"Who?" Cam asked, curiously.

"A suspect?" Booth asked at the same time, frowning.

He was still reeling from the shock of finding out the mother of his son had been murdered.

Bones stared him straight in the eye. "No…not a suspect."

"Then who is it, Bones?" Booth asked, exasperated.

"My son," she said, and then moved past him towards the SUV.

"Whoa, hold it," Booth said, grabbing Bones' arm and stopping her in her tracks. "What do you mean…your son?"

"Well, legally, he's Bryan's son," Bones clarified. "I just gave birth to him."

Booth and Cam blinked at her; both obviously stunned by this.

Bones sighed.

"It happened eight years ago," she told them. "I was fresh out of grad school—just starting my career—it wasn't planned."

"And you just gave the kid up?" Booth asked her, angrily.

"No, of course not," Bones said. "I wasn't fit to be a mother then, Booth—you know how I used to feel about kids."

"Yeah, I do," Booth growled. "But if this kid really was—is—yours…"

"He's mine only in the biological sense," Bones told him. "I gave up my parental rights to Bryan—on one condition."

"What condition?" Cam asked, curiously.

"That the baby kept my name," Bones said, sighing. "Russ, at the time, had no kids and I didn't want kids, but I still wanted something of my parents to be remembered. Of course, that was before I found out they were criminals."

"Ok, so his last name is Brennan?" Booth asked. "What's his first name?"

"Hunter," Bones told him. "Hunter Brennan."

"Does the kid know?" he asked next.

"Yes, of course," Bones said. "I visit occasionally—once a month or so—and on his birthday and at Christmas—unless I'm out of the country, that is."

"Where's he at now?" Booth asked, frowning.

"School, of course," Bones told him.

"Private school?" Cam asked, curiously.

"Public," Bones said. "Bryan couldn't afford private school…"

"But you can," Booth reminded her, glaring.

"I tried to get him to let me pay for it," Bones said, sighing, "but he wouldn't let me. I think it offended his pride or something."

"No kidding," Booth said, snorting. "What's the name of the place?"

"Washington Elementary," Bones told them.

"That's Parker's school," Booth said, raising an eyebrow.

"I know," Bones said, quietly. "Hunter and Parker are in the same class this year."

"How do you know that?" Booth asked, frowning.

"The last time I visited, I saw his class photo," Bones explained. "I recognized Parker."

"You said he was eight, though," Cam said, puzzled. "How can they be in the same grade?"

"Obviously, the kid got his mom's high I.Q." Booth said, snorting. "Let's go."

Bones and Cam exchanged looks, each raising an eyebrow at the anger in his voice.

"I'll, uh, stay here and rap things up," Cam said, hesitantly. "I'll have the—uh—remains sent back to the Jeffersonian."

"We'll be there as soon as possible," Bones said.

"No, we won't," Booth stated, firmly.

"Why not?" Bones asked, confused.

"Because," Booth told her, firmly. "We have a couple of things to take care of—namely, Parker and Hunter."

"They'll have to be told," Cam said, quietly.

Bones swallowed, hard. "I don't think I can…"

"You have to," Booth told her, firmly. "You owe the kid that much."

Bones nodded, still hesitant. "Let's go get it over with."

Booth nodded and they headed for his SUV.

Cam watched them pull away, and then shook her head.

"Well, this should be interesting."


A.N--Hi, guys (and girls, too...*smirks*). I know its been awhile, but now that I have internet back at home (Hooray!) I'll be able to do more uploading. This story came to me out of the blue and I know I've got another Bones story currently ongoing, but I gotta tell you I think that one may be going on the back burner...this story is really sizzling in my brain, if you know what I mean. I've actually got another chapter ready to upload, but I'm gonna wait to see what kind of response I get before I post it. So, please, tell me what you think...'Kay? Thanks.