AN: So this story idea came to me a while ago, and since I'm at a block on my other work, I thought I would at least try to post something. As stated in the summary, each chapter is a moment in time when Brennan and Booth have a same place same time kind of moment. Think of it as two ships passing in the night. Each of these "meetings" is based off of some tidbit of information that was given by the characters at some point in the series, but they are not necessarily a physical meeting. You'll understand more when I get going with this. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think. I don't beg for reviews, but I do appreciate them and am getting concerned that maybe my writing has slipped as my average number of reviews has slipped from twenty three plus per chapter to maybe if I'm lucky.... ten.

Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this little idea, and I promise that I'll work to get other updates soon. It's just kind of difficult with two little kids and a full time job with odd hours.

1982

Matthew Brennan was miserable. His kids were having a blast running from ride to ride in the pouring rain, but he was miserable. He didn't like having his clothes soaked through or water dripping from just about every surface of his body while outside. His wife, Christine was being a trooper and seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as the kids were.

At a squeal from his daughter, Matthew turned to see what was wrong. If he was lucky, it would be something he could use as an excuse to go back to the hotel room where a nice, warm bed and a television waited. Unfortunately he was wrong. Temperance was pointing under the eaves of a building and bouncing excitedly.

"Dad, look it's Mickey Mouse! Can we go get his autograph, please?" Well how could he say no to his little Tempe when she was so excited to see the five foot tall rodent? With a sigh and a forced smile, he nodded.

"Sure honey, let's go meet Mickey." He grabbed her hand and put a hand on his son Russ' shoulder, leading the two excited kids over to the line for Mickey Mouse. Christine put her hand on his back and rubbed soothing circles there. He smiled at her, resigned to spending the rest of the day in the pouring rain.

"Hey dad, after this can we go to Space Mountain?"

"Sure thing Russ," Matthew said, hoping that the line for the coaster was inside so they could get a break from the rain. Maybe, he thought, the Hall of Presidents show would be going and he could get in a fifteen minute nap too. His musings were cut short by the sound of yelling behind them.

"God damn it Jared, I said we were going!" A large man with a sallow looking face had a painful grip on the arm of a child about seven years old.

"But dad, I just wanted to see Mickey." The boy had tears in his eyes and was trying to tug his arm from the man's grip.

"And I said we're going."

"Come on dad, it'll only take a few minutes. We could meet you back at the motel." An older boy of about eleven spoke up, trying to put himself between the younger boy and the man.

"You stay out of this, Seeley. You're in deep shit as it is." Matthew visibly flinched when the other man pushed the eleven year old.

"Matt, honey, stay out of it. His problem doesn't concern us." Christine tried to pull his attention back to their own children, but he was having none of it.

"Christine, how can you say this isn't our business? That man is hurting those kids."

"Yes, I know, but as hard as it is to watch, it's not our place to interfere."

"But if we don't, then who will?" Christine didn't have an answer for him, and just shook her head. How could anyone hurt a child, their own flesh and blood and be okay with it? He couldn't imagine ever leaving his kids or intentionally hurting them. Seeing people do that really set him off.

"Dad, take our picture!" Matthew turned, smiled at his daughter and put the camera up to his eye.

"Say cheese everybody." Just as he snapped the picture, Mickey sneezed, his head flying off and hitting the ground with a clunk. Temperance screamed, backing away from the headless character and tripped over the curb into the street. Her red mouse ears tumbled from her head, rolling away from her.

"My ears!" She scrambled after them, almost running into the eleven year old who'd picked them up. Just as he was about to hand the ears back to her, they were snatched from his hand by his father.

"What the hell's the matter with you boy? First you try to talk back and now you're stealing from little kids? You're a loser Seeley, a no good punk."

"Dad, I didn't..." He stopped when his father's hand met his face. Temperance gasped as the boy's head snapped to the side.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing," Matthew said, stepping between the man and the boy.

"Matthew, just leave it alone," Christine pleaded, pulling a bit on his arm.

"Your son didn't steal anything. He was trying to give it back to my daughter."

"What the hell is your problem? How I punish my son is my business."

"You have no right..."

"Matthew, please." Matthew looked at his wife and sighed. She was right, it was none of his business no matter how much he found the man's behavior distasteful. He snatched the soaked mouse ears from the other man and handed them back to Temperance. Christine gathered her children to head off toward Space Mountain. Matthew turned to follow, but paused first to look the man in the eyes.

"If I see you hit these two boys again while I'm here, I promise you will be sorry." With that, he walked away, the miserable day feeling just a little bit worse.