Ok, so this whole thing started with one itty-bitty oneshot that had been bumping around my head since I last saw "The Woman in Limbo". That oneshot is now "Identity." So from there I decided to do little oneshots on each part of the traditional marriage vows. They won't be chronological really, but will jump around, covering snapshots throughout their life together. I'm ADD like that and need something to focus me. Hope you enjoy.

I'd like to dedicate this series to my friend Linny and her new hubby, Colby. May y'all find as much happiness in marriage as my hubby and I have-and may you continue to write awesome fan fic!

Disclaimer: The only bones I own are my own, the rest I'm just playing with for fun.

This first one is "To Have". I've always thought it'd be funny to see Booth and Bones house shopping. I meant for it to be shorter, but they proved to be more entertaining than I thought so I went with it.

To Have

"Well Bones, what do you think?" Booth grinned as he and his partner stepped out of their SUV.

He gestured toward the house that they had stopped in front of. After a year of marriage they had decided it was time to go house hunting.

"Does it look like 'The One' to you?"

"I'm not certain," she smiled, "after all, we haven't even seen the inside yet. It would be impossible for me to ascertain if this is 'The One' by simply looking at the exterior."

Booth walked around to her, taking a hold of her shoulders and steering her toward the house. "It's like I've told you, Bones, just because you say it in that superior tone, doesn't mean it means anything to me." He waggled his eyebrows knowingly, "Just give it a chance, alright?"

She smiled and nodded, then removed herself from his grasp and moved toward the real estate agent who was standing at the door waiting for them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Booth?" the agent proffered her hand, "My name is Leslie Banks. We spoke on the phone. Are you ready to see her?"

Bones looked quizzically at the agent, "I wasn't aware that we were meeting anyone else, Mrs. Banks. And yes, we're Dr. Temperance Brennan-Booth and Special Agent Seeley Booth."

"She means the house, Bones," Booth said out of the corner of his mouth, "And do you have to bring up the doctorate every time? Seems kinda prideful to me."

"But Booth," Bones began, turning away from the real estate agent to face her husband, "she did ask if we were Mr. and Mrs. Booth," she hurried before he could cut her off, "And, I told her your job status as well as my own. Special Agent Seeley Booth. Special. Just like you always point out to whatever underlings we encounter at a crime scene. It would have been prideful had I only mentioned my job status and not yours. However I did include you." She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a triumphant look, daring him to challenge her reasoning.

"It was a rhetorical question, Bones, who else would show up for our appointment with her?" He shook his head at how literal she was being, then reminded himself that she was always this literal. "Do you have to be so literal all of the time? And underlings, really? I don't think that the cops and CSIs that show up to help us would like it if they knew you refer to them as underlings! Now that is definitely a prideful thing to say. So am I your underling too?"

She shook her head, "Of course not, Booth, we're partners." She shot him a sly grin, "But I do have the superior intellect."

Booth was formulating the perfect response when the real estate agent, whom both Booths had almost completely forgotten, cleared her throat.

"Shall we take a look at the house then?"

The couple nodded and the realtor took them inside. The entryway opened up to a spacious living room. Ms. Banks pointed out the new hardwood floor that the previous owners had laid down. There were built in bookshelves lining one long wall from floor to ceiling and Booth teased his wife about being able to fit her library on them. She retorted in kind that, if he behaved himself, perhaps she would allow him one of the shelves for his "graphic novels". Fearing that Ms. Banks might assume that she was referring to pornography, Dr. Brennan-Booth assured her that this was not the case and that her husband used the euphemism "graphic novels" to describe his comic book collection. A very flustered Ms. Banks suggested they move on to the kitchen and dining room area.

They managed to make it through the fairly standard dining room without incident and moved into the kitchen. The first thing that caught Booth's eye in the kitchen was the breakfast nook. The intimate space reminded him of their meals the diner and he sat down on the bench, motioning for Bones to join him. They sat arm in arm as the realtor moved around the rest of the kitchen, showing off all of the gizmos and gadgets it had to offer.

"I bet that oven will make some good mac and cheese," Booth growled softly into his wife's ear.

She punched him lightly in his gut and whispered back, "You and your mac and cheese. You're going to start putting on weight if you keep eating that all of the time. It's very high in carbohydrates you know, and they will only continue to grow harder to burn off as you age."

"Sheesh, Bones, you make it sound like I have one foot in the grave already!"

"Well you are older than I-"

Leslie Banks cleared her throat again.

"If you will follow me upstairs, I can show you the bedrooms."

The Booths stood up, embarrassed that they had once more tuned out their realtor, and followed her back through to the living room. A staircase later they were in the middle of a hallway. Two bedrooms were off to their right, one was to their left and a bathroom was directly in front of them. The two rooms on the right were of modest size and Bones commented that they should allow Parker to choose which of the two he preferred for the weekends he would stay with them. Booth agreed, pleased that she cared so much for his son.

The master bedroom sat perched atop the two-car garage. Sunlight streamed in from the overhead skylight. Booth sprawled out on the floor, bringing Bones down with him, and pointed out that she could look at the stars. She nodded in agreement, but quickly pulled herself back up, not wishing to seem unprofessional in front of the realtor. They then moved into the master bathroom.

Ms. Banks pointed out the large roman bath against the far wall and Dr. Brennan-Booth blushed furiously when her husband made a comment as to what could be done in a bathtub that large. She recovered quickly, however, and asked him if he was going to store his beer-dispensing headgear on the large corner shelf. The realtor left to give them a little space.

"Did you have to bring that up?" She hissed when the realtor had left.

"Why Bones," Booth said innocently, "you're the one who's always talking about sex. And didn't you say you find my 'lack of Puritan modesty refreshing'?"

"Yes, and I do, but not in front of Agent Banks."

"Well then, I will try and behave myself," he held up a finger to ward off any response, "Now before we forget our poor realtor again, I propose we move on."

Bones playfully shoved his finger aside and bushed past him, "Alright, let's, though you really shouldn't end your sentences with a preposition, you know. It's not grammatically proper."

Booth rolled his eyes and clamped down hard on his tongue, not wanted to bicker again in front of Ms. Banks.

They found the agent waiting patiently for them down in the living room. Following her lead they headed down a small staircase that led into a mud room which connected the house to the garage. A laundry room and a second bathroom were also on that floor. The Booths nodded politely as Ms. Banks showed them around. However when she opened what looked to be a closet door, they were both surprised to see a semi-finished, and rather large, tiled basement that opened up to the back yard via sliding glass doors.

"Now this," Booth said grandly, "is a Man Room!"

Bones rolled her eyes.

"That is such an alpha-male statement," she teased.

Booth, however, was busy envisioning what he would do with the room.

"I could put my weights over there, the poker table can go in that corner, and a big comfy chair is going right here."

"You mean one of those Lazy Man chairs you've been looking at," his wife inquired.

"That's 'Lazy BOY' chair, Bones," he corrected, "and yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about, complete with a cup holder, mini-fridge and universal remote. We can get a big ol' corner couch for company too."

Bones sighed, "I assume that wall is where the large television will go?"

Booth's eyes gleamed like a little boy at Christmas, "Oh yeah, Baby! We'll get a sixty-inch high-def, hook up a big surround sound system to it, and go to town." He put his arm around his wife and looked down at her with a grin, "We'll get you all caught up on post-70's pop culture in no time, Bones!"

The realtor smiled at the couple, not really minding being left out this time. She waited until they were done examining the basement, then announced that the tour of the house was complete. She took them outside to inspect the yard.

A brick patio extended half the length of the house and about five feet out from it. Above them a small deck came off of the upstairs dining room, and a wooden swing had been hung from it.

"I'll just leave you two here to decide," Ms. Banks told the Booths, "I'll be around front when you're done."

Booth pulled Bones into the swing and held her for a moment before asking, "So what do you think?"

Bones rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"I don't know what to think, Booth. I mean, I've never lived in a house since, well-"

"Since your parents left," he said softly.

She nodded, then struggled to convey what she was feeling.

"After my parents left I didn't have very many things, and what few possessions I owned were tossed in a plastic bag that I carried around with me. I've lived in foster homes and dormitory rooms and apartments ever since then. Even my grandfather lived in an apartment," she leaned into him further, "A house is a huge step, Booth. A house to me is something more permanent than an apartment. It's a big thing to have. When I- When we move the next time, I want it to be the last time I have to move. I guess in some ways I'm afraid I'll never find 'The One'; that I'll never really feel at home anywhere."

"Buildings don't make homes," Booth soothed, stroking her hair, "People do. And whether it's this house or our apartment, or some other house down the line, you'll always have a home, Bones. Right here," he patted his chest, "With me. "

"Egotistical alpha-male," Bones murmured tenderly.

She turned around to look Booth in the eye.

"Do you like it Booth?"

"I do, Temperance," he answered, meeting her gaze, "But I want this to be something that both of us can get behind, not just something that I want."

She stood up and offered her hand to him, "Well then, let's go get her."

"Ms. Banks?" Booth asked, a bit confused.

"No, the house," her eyes gleamed up at him, "Do you always have to take things so literally, Booth?"

Booth grinned, "I'll try not to from now on, Mrs. Booth. But I will get you in that bathtub!"

She threw back her head and laughed, then put her hand in his, and they walked toward the future they would have together- toward their home.

Coming up next: "To Hold"

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