A/N: This is my follow up series of one-shots for my fic A Light on a Hill. If you haven't read that, I'm going to suggest you do so that way you'll have a better idea of who Katie, Aaron, Josh, Kathy and Chris are. A big thanks goes out to mendenbar for the suggestion on the format of the story.
She had spent the night crying like she had the night before and the one before that. She walked down the stairs that morning still exhausted after dressing slowly, not caring if she was late for school again. She could smell the pancakes and bacon from the stairway, knowing Kathy had gone on a cooking binge again. She had been baking like crazy since Katie and Aaron died. They had enough baked goods and casseroles to last them months. Josh was already sitting at the kitchen table and pushing around the last of his pancake in the puddle of syrup on his plate.
"Good morning, Baby. Do you want some pancakes?" Kathy greeted her, her voice lacking her usual peppiness.
"No, thank you." She walked to the table and sat next to Josh. He looked like he slept about as much as she did. The bags under his eyes gave it away and Kathy looked the same. She flipped through the newspaper, barely looking at the words instead of reading.
"Where's Chris?" Brennan asked, "Did he go to work early?"
Kathy turned at the mention at her husband's name. "No, Baby."
"Is he still asleep? Who's taking us to school?"
"Baby-ˮ Josh's voice sounded like a warning.
"Don't," he warned again.
"Is Chris taking us to school or not?" Though Katie wasn't there anymore to stick up for her, school was the only thing keeping Brennan sane. The school work barely kept her busy until mid-evening each night but it was a welcome distraction for a while.
"He's gone, Baby." Josh's voice was softer this time.
"I don't understand."
"He left, Tempe," Kathy spat, "He's gone."
She flinched at her name and then realized what that meant. "They're gonna put us somewhere else," she breathed, "I don't want to go! I'm staying here!"
"Baby," Kathy had calmed down and joined her foster children at the kitchen table, "I'm not going to let you two leave. Not if I can help it. We're going to keep this quiet for a while. No one has to know that it's just the three of us."
"They're gonna find out," Brennan whispered, afraid of breaking rules.
"Baby, as long as you keep your big mouth shut, we're not going anywhere," Josh said.
"I don't want to leave." She felt like tears should be forming but her eyes had dried out from the night before. She had no tears left to cry.
"You won't," Kathy tried to comfort her, but she was terrified that she would be unable to keep her promise.
"And we never saw Chris again. A couple of weeks later, they took Josh. They moved him and then they moved me," she recounted to Booth. This time, the tears were fresh, not strained from sobbing herself to sleep the night before.
"Bones, I'm not going to leave you. I shouldn't have walked out like that. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Booth sat next to her on her couch and pulled her onto his lap. She welcomed the warmth of his body and buried her face in his neck.
"I'm sorry, too. Yelling at you wasn't going to solve anything. It really is my fault."
"Well, can we forgive and forget this time? We're both at fault here."
"I can agree to that. Booth?"
She ignored the pet name that was only reserved for Kathy and Josh. "I'm not leaving either."
Booth smiled at her and pulled her face closer to a better angle for kissing. It was a soft one, gentle and apologetic.
"I know. I know you won't."
Brennan felt horrible for asking but it needed to be said. "How do I know you won't?"
"Won't leave? It's simple, Bones. Just trust me. Have faith in me."
She kissed him again and gave a soft chuckle against his lips.
"What?" he asked, barely moving away from her. Her eyes were still glistening from the tears and his heart stopped every he looked into them.
She shook her head a bit. "Something Hodgins said to me a long time ago."
"What was it?"
""What you have is faith, Baby.'"