Okay, so those of you who have read my oneshot story, "A Moment in Time" have read my Cinder-Bones oneshot. Well I liked that so much that I would like to expand on that and make it a full length story, starting from when Booth and Brennan are children, and go on from there. All the same characters will be in this story, and their own back stories may be expanded upon or changed in some way. And it will end just the same as it always does, just with a few twists on getting there. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter One

There once was a large Kingdom, called Jeffersonian, where A King and a Queen ruled, with their youg grandson, Seeley Joseph Booth. Seeley was very young when his parents, Prince Joseph and Princess Lynne Booth died of a sickness that swept through the land, but he could still remember his mother telling him that the most important thing in life was finding love and treating the ones you love with all the respect in the world and to never lose sight of that. The Queen had a different approach.

Queen Margaret had the best of intentions for her grandson, but she thought the most important thing for Seeley was to find him a wife, even at the ripe age of seven, when she would send him out in the care of her most trusted, and youngest, assistant, Jack Hodgins. Jack would cart around the young boy in the town, in disguise, as he ran errands for King Hank and the Queen, herself, trying desperately to keep tabs on the young, mischievous Prince, who never seemed able to keep still, always running off and getting himself into trouble.

Once day, while jack was making a quick run to the market for the royal family, Queen Margaret once again had him take young Seeley out, hoping he would see a young girl that sparked something in his little heart.

Jack, not quite willing to take the rowdy boy out, asked the Queen to reconsider. After all, he was only going to the market. But Margaret insisted that he take Seeley and Jack, quite reluctantly, agreed.

"Come along, Seeley." Jack ordered the small boy as they left the safety of the palace gates. Seeley ran along beside Jack, as he took long strides, hoping to get his tasks done before Seeley would have the chance to run off again.

No such luck.

For the next time Jack looked down, Seeley was gone, off to find something to do or somebody to play with. Jack just prayed that he wouldn't cause too much damage or the Queen would have his head.

Seeley smiled as he finally got away from Jack and the Palace and into the clean fresh air of the village, where he could smell bread baking and the sweets from the candy shop being sold looked delectable. Checking his pockets, Seeley was assured that he had more than enough change to buy what he wanted and disappeared into the shop, looking through the display to find the most succulent chocolates he could. When he had finally filled a bag with two pounds of delicious chocolate, he paid the shop owner and lugged it out with him, picking the chocolate truffles from the bag and popping them into his mouth.

"Mmm!" he said, through a full mouth, the corners of his lips turing up in pure bliss. "So good!"

Seeley was so enraptured by the chocolates that he almost missed the sight of a young girl, about his age falling into the path of a carriage going too fast to stop. Dropping the chocolates, the young boy sprung into action, running at full speed towards the girl and pulling her out of the way, just as the carriage came racing by, merely inches away from Seeley's face.

Once it had safely passed, Seeley turned to the young girl. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The little girl looked up at him, with wide blue eyes, which caused all the breath in Seeley's lungs to leave him. Those eyes...they looked like his mother's. If it weren't for her dark hair and completely different features, he could swear that this girl was her, reincarnated. She shook her head. "No." she said, "I'm fine. Thank you." Seeley's heart began to thud. Her voice was like that of the angels. The angels that his mothers used to describe to him in stories.

But, that was impossible. Angels were for stories. They were not real at all. They were purely fiction. This was just a girl. Girls were icky. But still, as he promised his mother, he had to respect all woman, of any size, shape, ethnicity, and class. "Y-your welcome." Seeley responded after a long pause in which he realized that he hadn't said anything. He smiled shyly at he and she smiled back, slightly. Seeley could sense some hesitation in the smile and also some sadness in her eyes.

For some reason, unbeknownst to him, he wanted to do something to make her feel better. But what? Hug her, maybe? No, that would just creep her out. Maybe he could just help her off the ground and help with her packages.

Seeley stood up and dusted himself off a bit, before reaching out a hand to help the girl up. She smiled sweetly up at him, causing his heart to pound furiously again, and accepted his hand, getting to her feet and dusting off her own black dress.

Seeley wanted to say something about her dress, ask her why she was wearing black on such a lovely day, but thought it rude and kept his thoughts to himself, instead busying himself with gathering up her packages for her and handing them over.

"There you go." He said, placing the packages delicately into her arms.

"Thank you." she said in that lovely, angelic voice of hers.

Seeley showcased that charming Booth smile of his for her. "You're welcome." he said. "By the way, what-"

"Sweetheart?" A voice called out, distracting both of them as a man came out of nowhere, running towards the little girl. "Oh, Tempe, there you are! Sweetheart, you know you mustn't run off like that. I almost had a heart attack when I couldn't find you."

"Sorry, Daddy. It won't happen again, I promise." The girl said, solemnly to her father, who smiled affectionately and hugged her close to his body.

"It's alright, Sweetie. Now, come on, there's somebody I'd like you to meet." And, without another glance towards Seeley, the man took the small angel away, leaving her to only wave good bye to him and him to wave back as Jack came out of nowhere, inspecting the young Prince for any sign of harm in an identical fashion as the girl's father did.

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There once was a small girl, named Temperance Brennan, living in a luxurious little cottage at the far side of the village, who was loved by three people.

Her Father, Max Brennan, who adored his little girl and spoiled her as often as he could, telling her stories of true love and also of science and hard work every night before she went to sleep. He bought her anything she liked, but Temperance didn't ask for much. All she wanted was more time with her father, who always travelled far and wide for business, but who was home at least once a week, on Fridays, to tell her a story and let her know how much he loved her.

Her Mother, Christine Brennan, who loved her daughter more than herself and who often took her out into town with her and who taught her how to read and to cook when she was very young. And who would tell her the story of how her and Temperance's father met young and fell in love and were still in love to this very day. Temperance adored her mother and did all she could to spend as much time with her as possible.

And her Nanny, Angela Montengegro, who came into the young girl's life when she was but three years old to help out her mother when her father was out of town. Angela loved young Temperance a great deal, even from the first moment she met her, and was always eager to help her other in teaching her new things. Temperance adored Angela as well and considered her her very best friend in the world.

But, one day, Christine Brennan was struck with a horrible sickness which had already claimed the lives of those in the royal family, as well as some of their close friends and family. At this time, Temperance was only six years old and feared for her mother's life as she sat, day by day, at her mother's bedside, wearing a mask, at Angela's insistence, so that she not catch the horrible illness. Temperance would sit at her mother's bedside and hold her hand, telling her stories, feeding her, and, when Christine fell asleep, wishing and praying that her mother would make some remarkable recovery.

But it was no use. Within two months, Christine Brennan passed away.

Temperance was heartbroken. So much so that she didn't leave the house for two weeks after her mother's death, except for to go to the funeral, where she collapsed against Angela, in tears.

Angela supported the little girl, patiently letting her grieve, brushing the young girl's hair for her, washing her face, dressing her, and sitting with her when Temperance felt as if she couldn't even muster the strength to get out of bed.

One morning Angela was sitting on Temperance's bed, the little girl curled in a ball on her lap, when Max came in, smiling brightly. "Temperance, I'm home!" His smile faltered when he saw his little girl in a miserable heap on her nanny's lap, and he knew that she was still trying to cope with her mother's death. "Aww, Sweetheart. I know it's hard, but you need to get up and get back into the world. I have. And you know you're mother would not want you to grieve this way." Temperance didn't answer, just buried her face more into Angela's chest. "Temperance," Max said, more sternly, "come on, we have to go out. We need groceries and we need to get you some more clothes. You've outgrown most of your old ones."

Temperance shook her head no. Angela looked up at him. "I can do that, I have her measurements and I could run by the store to-"

"No, Angela. Tempe and I will do it. You deserve a little break. Besides, Tempe needs to get some fresh air. Now, come on, Sweetie. Angie will dress you and then we're going out."

Temperance turned her big blue eyes on Angela. "Angela?" she whimpered.

Angela grimaced. "I'm sorry, Sweeite, but fi I wanna continue to stay here with you I gotta do what the bossman says. But, don't worry, I'll let you pick out what to wear and I won't be too far if you need me, okay?"

Temperance nodded, and Angela smiled, standing up with the girl still in her arms and walking over to her dresser, putting her down to pick out her clothes while Angela shooed Max angrily out of the room.

When she turned back, Temperance had chosen a depressing black dress that she's worn for the funeral. Angela didn't question the choice. She just helped Temperance out of her night clothes and into the dress, which was just a bit snug on her. "My, my," Angela said cheerfully, "You're father was right! You certainly are growing! You're mother would be so proud."

Temperance's eyes instantly watered at the mention of her mother and Angela was quick to pull her into a hug. "I miss her so much!" Temperance shuddered between sobs.

"I know, Sweetie. So do I. So does your father. That's why he wants to take you out today. So just go out and try to be brave. For him, okay? And for Mommy?"

Temperance nodded, attempting to smile. "Okay." she said, wiping away the tears.

Angela smiled sadly back, and finished helping her dress and do her hair, before leading her down to the foyer, where her father was waiting, with a big smile.

"You look lovely, Sweetheart. So pretty. Just like..." Max faltered. It saddened him to just think about his Christine. "Well, you know. Come on, then." he held out his hand for her to take and she did. "Gotta get to market so we'll have something to eat for supper. Maybe we'll even stop for lunch on the way. Does that sound nice?" Temperance nodded, numbly, holding on to her father's hand as if her life depended on it as they left the saftey of the cottage for the loud, unruly village.

Temperance winced as she stepped out into the sun. She had not seen firsthand sunlight in weeks. It was raining the day her mother died and she always had the curtains closed since, so that no sunlight could get in.

As her and her father walked through the village, Temperance was almost angered by the happy looking people bustling around, as if there wasn't a care in the world. As if people hadn't just died form a harrowing sickness. Temperance knew she was being foolish; the world shouldn't stop just because she was grieving. But all the happy people made her want to scream and throw tantrums, stomp her feet against the ground and throw things at them. How dare they be so happy when she's so miserable? How dare they?

Temperance moped the entire time she tried on clothes and all throughout lunch, even while she picked out produce for her father. She couldn't help it. She was just miserable.

At one point, they stopped so that Max could talk to a young blonde woman with two daughters of her own, equally blonde and very snooty. The young girls whispered to each other about Temperance's dress and made snide remarks. The older girl, name Tessa, even took on of the packages Temperance was holding and threw it about thirty meters away. Temperance of course ran after it, tripping over her own feet when she was only a few feet from reaching it...just as a carriage came around the corner and raced towards her.

From then, everything happened in slow motion. Temperance looked up in time to see the carriage and suddenly she was being pulling back by a pair of arms that threw her roughly to the side as the carriage came by.

Temperance felt like her heart would out of her chest and had to restrain herself from crying. She looked down and tried to collect herself, when the sweetest voice spoke to her. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Temperance looked up to see a young boy, not much older than herself, kneeling over her. Her blue eyes widened as she gazed into his chocolatey brown ones and slowly shook her head.

"No." she said, "I'm fine. Thank you."

The boy seemed flustered when she answered and it took a long pause for him to answer her. "Y-you're welcome." he stammered, smiling down at her.

His smile was so sweet and sincere that Temperance couldn't help but smile slightly back at him, especially when he blushed like that.

The boy stood up then and began dusting himself off, before he seemed to remember her and held out his hand for her to take.

Temperance took it, willingly, feeling shivers run down her spine at his touch. Surely that was impossible. She couldn't feel tingles just from a young boy helping her up. Even her parents had been older than she when they started feeling such things about each other. But father had always said that true love can hit you anytime, anywhere.

Before she knew it, the boy had picked up her packages, which had, thankfully, not been destroyed by the carraige and was handing them to her. "There you go." he said, smiling politely.

"Thank you." Temperance said, smiling back. She hadn't smiled so much in weeks! And she was sure the boy wanted to ask her something else when he was interrupted by her father's worried voice as he came up to her, wondering why she had wandered off. Temperance didn't try to explain to him. She just apologized and promised never to let it happen again, and followed as her her father led her away, sparing the boy one last glance and a retreating wave.

He waved back as a young man, presumably his older brother or father, even, came up and checked him the same way Temperance had been checked over by her father.

Temperance turned back forward just as her father told her that he had somebody he'd like her to meet. Temperance inwardly groaned as she saw that they were walking back towards the blonde woman and her horrible daughters.

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