March 2017

They sat on the bench side by side. The Jeffersonian had been obliterated by the bomb Kovac had planted there. They were going through the stuff in the box

from Brennan's office. Booth picked up the clock, looking at it.

"4:47?" he asked.

"That's when everything almost ended," Brennan replied.

"So why keep it?"

"To prove that it didn't," she smiled. He chuckled and put it back in the box. Sometimes his wife amazed him still.

"Jasper!" he cried, pulling out the little ornamental pig. "He survived." Brennan laughed at him. He put the little pig back into the box and put his arm around her.

"It all feels so surreal," she murmured.

"It'll be back up and running in two weeks," Booth reassured her.

"I know, but I just can't help but think about everything that happened there," she said.

"It definitely hosted a lot of stuff," Booth agreed.

"Remember Zack's wedding?" Brennan asked. Booth snorted.

"Who would forget?" he asked.

May 2012

"Tell me again why Zack and Naomi want to get married in the Jeffersonian?" Booth asked, working at his tie. Brennan was slipping on her shoes and smoothing her dress. Max was going to look after Christine while Booth and Brennan stood up for Zack and Naomi. Brennan had faith her daughter would be like gold during the ceremony. It had taken some convincing for Naomi to let the baby come since Naomi expressed concern no one would hear their vows over a screaming baby. Brennan was a little offended by her choice of words.

"Because that's where they met and that's where the spend the majority of their time. It's like their second home," Brennan answered.

"Seems crazy to me," Booth commented. "A church is a nicer setting."

"Angela spent a lot of time making it look great," Brennan responded. Max came in just then, carrying Christine.

"Okay, Max," Booth said. "What do you do when Christine starts crying?"

"I leave the ceremony," Max nodded. "Booth, I had two kids. I know what to do."

"We're just making sure," Brennan said. Max leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"We will be just fine. You both look lovely, by the way," Max added.

"Thanks, Dad," Brennan smiled. She took Booth's hand. "Come on. They'll start fretting soon if we don't get there on time."

"Wow," Booth said, awestruck. "Angela has outdone herself this time." They stepped inside. There were flowers everywhere. White and blue streamers were adorned across the ceiling in a criss cross fashion. All the chairs in the Jeffersonian were in rows with a red carpet going from the top of the platform to the glass doors.

"They know dead bodies are always on that platform, right?" Booth asked in a whisper. Zack was talking to Hodgins within earshot.

"Booth," Brennan admonished.

"I'm sorry! It just seems so weird to me to have a marriage ceremony where dead people were splayed," Booth said. Brennan swatted him in return.

"You made it," Zack said, coming over to them.

"Wouldn't miss it," Booth said. Brennan hugged Zack.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"I don't know," Zack answered truthfully. Booth clapped him on the back.

"You'll be just fine," he said. The minister came then, and he directed the men to where they were supposed to go. Brennan said goodbye to Booth and went to where Naomi was getting ready. Cam and Angela were already there in identical dresses to Brennan's.

"You look gorgeous," Angela was saying to the bride. Cam passed a bouquet to Brennan. Naomi beamed at them.

"I have to say, I never thought Zack would pull through with this," she said. Then she got nervous. "He's still out there, right?"

"Yes," Brennan answered. "Don't worry. Booth would take him down if he tried to run."

"Oh that's...comforting," Naomi said, smiling weakly.

"Zack loves you, sweetie," Angela said. "He's not going anywhere except down the aisle with you and to your honeymoon."

"You're right," Naomi tittered. "I'm being silly." Cam helped her fix her veil.

"All set?" Naomi's father asked, coming in.

"Yes," Naomi confirmed. Her mother snapped some photos of them quickly. She took her father's arm, and they walked out to where everyone was waiting for them. Zack stood proud with Hodgins, Booth, and Wendell beside him. Brennan couldn't help but smile at Booth as she walked down the aisle in front of the bride behind Angela. They had talked about their own wedding, and she knew he was thinking about it too in this moment. The ceremony started without a hitch, and Zack and Naomi said their vows to each other amidst sniffles from the women in the crowd. Zack could say very touching things when he put his mind to it. Then they were off down the aisle together, beaming with pride. Booth took Brennan's arm and kissed her cheek before they followed Angela and Hodgins.

"Soon?" he asked in a murmur.

"Yes," she agreed. "Soon."

March 2017

"Hard to believe the whole mess with Pelant happened two weeks after that," Booth mused.

"I'd rather not think about it," Brennan said. She shuddered to think of what had almost happened to her because of that psycho.

"I remember Zack was so mad that he was on his extended honeymoon and missed helping before you took off," Booth laughed. Naomi had forced them to take two weeks for their honeymoon because they both were workaholics who rarely took time off for anything.

"He helped bring me back," Brennan noted. Booth nodded. He got lost in thought about it. He counted himself lucky that the shot he got off as Pelant drove away from a crime scene blasted through the bastard's head and ended the whole nightmare.

"You're thinking about that lucky shot, aren't you?" Brennan asked, noting his expression.

"Yea. It was extremely satisfying," Booth said, cracking his knuckles.

"It was a good thing you got him. I'd hate to think how it would have affected us getting married," Brennan said. They had made the deal that Pelant had to disappear before they could do their nuptials.

January 2013

Brennan looked around them briefly, scanning the streets. She and Booth were on a date and were walking in the streets while the snow fell.

"He's dead," Booth reassured her.

"I know. I just sometimes feel like he's watching," Brennan sighed.

"It's cos he hunted us for over a year," Booth told her. "It will pass."

"I have never been more relieved that someone was dead," Brennan admitted. Booth squeezed her hand. She pulled him to a stop and put her arms around his waist.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just felt the sudden urge to kiss you," she smiled and shrugged.

"Oh, well I'm okay with that," he grinned. She kissed him passionately. The snow was landing in their hair and making them wet, but they didn't care. Booth then knew it was the right time when he looked at her illuminated by the lamppost and the snowflakes. He reached for the ring box in his pocket that he'd had for four years and got down on one knee. Brennan's eyes went from confusion to understanding, and she placed a hand over her mouth.

"Temperance," he began. "I've always known that you and I were meant to be together. It's been an incredible journey with you so far, and I would love nothing more than to keep on the path we're on as man and wife. I love you forever and ever, and I never want to be without you. Temperance, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said instantly. "Yes!" He slipped the ring on and she threw her arms around him, laughing. He twirled her around until they were dizzy, and he kissed her once they had stopped. The snow continued to fall, and two souls discovered true happiness.

March 2017

"Our wedding was amazing," Booth said, grinning. Brennan laughed.

"It was," she agreed.

"Remember the squints came out in vintage clothing?" Booth asked.

"I barely remember because I was busy looking at you," Brennan replied. He gave her a kiss then.

"So, no regrets?" he asked.

"None," she answered. He nodded and looked down.

"Sweets' book!" he laughed, pulling it out. "Man, he was so upset when he learned he got us wrong."

"He got over it," Brennan said.

"He sure got jealous when Aubrey came along and sort of glommed onto me," Booth sniggered. "It was like he didn't want competition in our friendship."

"They get along now," Brennan pointed out.

"Yes, but Sweets will take his shots in at why Aubrey is obsessed with food," Booth snorted.

"Daisy keeps him in line," Brennan joked.

"I'll never forget his face when his son was born," Booth said. "It was pure terror."

"We helped him through it," Brennan advised.

"I still marvel at the close call he had," Booth shook his head. "If Angela hadn't called him in a panic, he'd probably be dead."

September 2014

Sweets was on his way with the evidence. He couldn't help but grin a little as he flicked on his siren. He'd always wanted to use it. He was tapping the wheel with his fingers and humming when his phone rang. Thinking it was Daisy, he answered with one of his endearments.

"You really need to look at your screen before talking," Angela said.

"Oh, sorry," Sweets laughed. "What's up?"

"You need to stop whatever it is you're doing," she urged.

"Why?" he asked, confused.

"Look, I know you all think Avalon is crazy, but she's predicted something really bad, Sweets. You need to come back," Angela said.

"What could be so bad? I lose the evidence?" Sweets joked.

"You die," Angela said abruptly. There was silence on the phone.

"I...I die?" Sweets asked. "Seriously?"

"She saved Brennan's life five years ago, Sweets. I take her very seriously," Angela huffed.

"I really think she's reaching with this one," Sweets said. He put his car in park and sat there, idling.

"You get your ass back here NOW!" Angela shouted. "I will NOT have your death on my hands!"

"You're believing in something that's heresay," Sweets scoffed. "Come on, Avalon couldn't possibly know that..."

SMASH

"What was that?" Angela asked, panicked. "Sweets!"

"Holy shit!" Sweets yelped. He threw the car back into reverse and squealed away. The man shooting at him was still firing, but Sweets was bigger than him. He rammed into the man, knocking him flying.

"Sweets? Sweets! Are you okay?" Angela cried.

"Yea. I think I killed him," Sweets said. Aubrey came into view then, huffing and puffing, having heard all the noise.

"What happened?" Aubrey demanded.

"I think I killed him," Sweets said again. "Call Booth."

"I'm on it," Aubrey said.

"Sweets?" Angela asked.

"Tell Avalon I said thank you," Sweets said, hanging up. His heart was hammering hard. He had almost died. He was going to send that psychic a huge bouquet of flowers. Then he was going to go home to Daisy and never leave the house again.

March 2017

"I'm with Sweets," Brennan said. "I don't think Avalon can predict the future."

"Oh, honey," Booth said. "She knew you were in danger seven years ago, and she was right. She also played a part with Kovac."

"I still don't buy it," Brennan scoffed.

"That's fine," Booth shrugged.

"Without Sweets, I think you would have fallen into gambling again," Brennan noted. "Especially in that undercover case."

"You're probably right," Booth agreed.

"Can you believe Zack named him godfather of their baby?" Brennan laughed.

"I know! That was a shocker. Well, that and Zack having a kid at all," Booth mused.

"Zack is a wonderful father," Brennan said.

"I know he is," Booth smiled.

March 2013

"You and Arastoo?" Angela asked, shocked. Everyone was. They had not seen that one coming.

"Yup," Cam smiled, squeezing Arastoo's hand.

"Congratulations," Hodgins laughed, hugging her and shaking Arastoo's hand.

"Oh no," Zack said.

"It's okay, Zack. Arastoo is still going to be treated like one of us," Hodgins reassured him.

"No, not that. Naomi's in labor," Zack said, breathing hard and panicking.

"Oh! Wow, okay...let's get you to the hospital!" Hodgins yelped. He and Zack sprinted out of the Jeffersonian.

"Ten bucks says he faints during delivery," Sweets said to Angela.

"You're on," she laughed, giving him a low five.

"I was really thinking we could go back to Hawaii," Booth said. He and Brennan were in the hospital waiting room with the others. Max was watching Christine.

"It was a nice place," she agreed. They were discussing taking a vacation before their wedding.

"Yea you know all that beach and sand..." Booth trailed off.

"And the hotel room," Brennan winked.

"How's he doing in there?" Sweets asked when Hodgins reappeared.

"Pale but okay," Hodgins replied.

"Damn it," Sweets muttered. Angela laughed.

"Can you believe he's going to be a father?" Cam asked. "I keep seeing him as that floppy haired man child who ate mac and cheese every day for lunch."

"He still does," Angela pointed out.

"He'll be great," Hodgins said. "Zack is a very nurturing person in his own way. That kid will be the next Nobel Prize winner I guarantee it."

"How much?" Sweets asked, perking up.

"I'm not betting with you," Hodgins answered.

"Everyone," Zack said. "I want you to come meet my daughter." They all got up and followed him to the room where his baby girl was. Angela and Cam "awwed" and sniffled at the sight of her. Brennan squeezed Booth's hand.

"Reminds you of Christine, doesn't she?" Booth asked. Brennan just nodded.

"I don't think I could be a dad," Sweets said.

"Why not?" Hodgins asked.

"I dunno. I just feel like I wouldn't know what to do," Sweets shrugged.

"You'd be a fine father," Booth said, clapping his shoulder.

"Meet Grace Temperance Addy," Zack said proudly.

"May I?" Cam asked. Zack handed Grace over to her.

"You named her after me?" Brennan asked, surprised.

"Yes. You gave me the opportunity of a lifetime to work with you, and I would not have met Naomi if you hadn't. I owe a lot to you," Zack said solemnly. Brennan went over and hugged him tightly.

"So, did you faint?" Sweets joked.

"No. I've seen much worse than a baby being born," Zack answered.

"Hand it over," Angela said, tapping his shoulder. Sweets sighed and passed the ten dollar bill to her.

"She's perfect," Cam whispered. She wondered if she would ever experience this with Arastoo.

"I have to take her to Naomi now," Zack said once Grace had been passed around. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Take a few days off," Cam suggested. "Murder can wait."

"All right," Zack agreed. This was a surprise since Zack usually resisted time off. Things were already changing.

"Oh, Sweets," Zack said before he left. "We want you to be Grace's godfather."

"What?!" Sweets exclaimed. The room spun then, and the floor came up fast.

March 2017

"You know, I was surprised Sweets and Daisy stuck it out," Booth said. "They were such an on again off again couple."

"Sometimes it's hard to figure something out," Brennan pointed out.

"I suppose."

"Besides, could you really see them with anyone else?" Brennan asked.

"Nope," Booth shook his head.

"She even solved a murder during childbirth," Brennan laughed. "I do admire her for that."

"You almost broke my hand in childbirth," Booth reminded her.

"Yes, and it gave me great pleasure that you were also in pain," she smirked.

"At least I didn't faint!" Booth said defensively.

November 2014

"He is so going to faint," Hodgins laughed. There was a pool going around ever since Daisy had exclaimed she was in labor. Sweets looked terrified as hehelped her out the Jeffersonian. Daisy had originally wanted a doula, but Sweets had talked her out of it. They were in the waiting room of the hospital now. Zack was on the phone with Naomi.

"She's putting in 20 bucks," he told Angela, covering the speaker. Angela rubbed her hands together. "I still can't believe he thought I'd faint. I have seen thousands of corpses..."

"Zack, not the right place," Booth interrupted. "There are new lives around here that don't need to hear about gory deaths just yet."

"Sorry..."

Daisy's earsplitting scream echoed down the halls.

"Perhaps I should assist," Brennan said, getting up.

"How?" Booth asked. Brennan didn't answer. She went into the room and saw Sweets very pale looking.

"Are you all right?" she asked. He nodded.

"I just feel a little woozy," he said.

"He fainted. My husband fainted before our child was even...boooorn!" Daisy finished with a yell.

"Please don't tell anyone," Sweets begged.

"I won't," Brennan said, turning sideways and pulling out her phone.

He fainted.

"Ha!" she heard Angela shout from the other room.

"Daisy, let's get you to focus on something else," Brennan suggested. "The case. Tell me about what you think."

"Oh, so not the time," Sweets argued.

"Um, he was pushed," Daisy said. "Yea, pushed. And he fell. The blood was...was...oohhh!"

"Come on, Daisy, focus," Brennan encouraged. Daisy panted.

"The blood was from the killer," she finished.

"How? It was a match," Sweets said, confused. He had been involved in the case.

"Partial," Daisy huffed. "Means family member."

"He had no family," Sweets said. He looked at Brennan.

"Father or son would fit the match," Daisy said, blowing her breath out hard.

"I'll tell Booth," Brennan said. "You did very well, Daisy." She hurried out to tell Booth, and he made some calls. It turned out the victim had given his son up for adoption after his girlfriend had died in childbirth. It had been an accident. The son hadn't realized his father had Alzheimer's.

"Well, that's that," Booth said.

"LANCE! GET UP!" Daisy screamed.

"Ahem," Zack said, holding out his hand.

"How did you know he'd faint twice?" Angela asked, reluctantly handing over the money she had won earlier.

"He fainted when I told him he was Grace's godfather. I knew he would have low tolerance for an actual birth," Zack shrugged. There was some more hollering from Daisy, but then it was all over. Sweets poked his head out.

"He's here," he said. He looked very ill.

"Keep it together eh Sweets?" Booth said, clapping his shoulder as they all passed. "You're making some of us very broke out here."

"You guys bet on me fainting?!" Sweets exclaimed. "Aw come on! Not cool!"

"Only fair," Zack told him. They all stood around Daisy, who was holding their little son.

"You want to hold him next? Since you're the godfather?" she asked Booth.

"All right," Booth smiled, picking up the baby. Brennan smiled at him. They were thinking of having a second child themselves. The look on his face assured her that he wanted to definitely try and soon.

"Congratulations, Sweets," Hodgins said, slapping his back. "You're a big boy now."

"Thanks, Hodgins," Sweets said wearily. He went to be next to Daisy. He felt exhausted. Little Seeley was passed around, and everyone was laughing and talking among each other.

March 2017

"Grace is already four," Booth whistled. "Time flies."

"Yes well, Christine is five, and Hank is two," Brennan replied.

"With another one in the oven," Booth said, rubbing her belly. She laughed.

"When should we tell the others?" she asked.

"Let's do it at the Founding Father's later," Booth suggested. They were supposed to meet the others there for one last celebratory gathering before Cam and

Arastoo went to adopt their three children.

"Angela will be so excited to have another baby close in age with ours," Brennan said.

"I think she's got Christine and Michael already married off," Booth joked.

"They'd be an attractive couple," Brennan noted.

"Hank and Seeley are pretty close buds," Booth said, thinking out loud and referring to Sweets and Daisy's son.

"Like their fathers," Brennan smiled.

"Oh, Jared called the other day," Booth remembered. "He said he and Padme and little Eddie were doing well and want us to visit soon."

"Their relationship is better then?" Brennan asked.

"Yea. I think Padme realized after Jared almost died that she still loved him. Jared says getting shot was the best thing that ever happened to him. He regrets that his friend Kevin died, though," Booth said. He tried not to think about that awful night. Jared had been upset after torching his friend in that van. When the others turned on them, he and Jared had barely survived.

"It also made you two closer though," Brennan pointed out.

"Yea," Booth agreed. Brennan's phone rang then.

"Hi, Dad," she said. "I'm fine. We'll see you soon." She hung up, sighing. "He's got a bit of separation anxiety after the whole safehouse incident."

"Funny for a tough old guy he's getting awfully soft," Booth commented.

"He was shot, Booth," she admonished.

"Like I said, he's tough."

"But he's older now..."

"Still tough."

"Booth..."

"Ohhh time to go," he gestured, changing the subject. She gave him a look.

"What?" he asked.

"You know I was winning."

"No, you weren't. Now come on, everyone is waiting," Booth said, pulling her up.

"Yes. Everyone is waiting," she said. He gave her a slow kiss for a moment.

"That was nice," she smiled.

"Lots more where that came from," he winked.

"I look forward to it," she smiled.

"Come on. If we don't hurry, Aubrey will have eaten all the food," Booth joked. Aubrey had become a good friend to them over the last three years. Sure, Sweets still made it clear he had been there first, but the two of them actually got along well otherwise. They stood up together, and Booth picked up her box. They took one last look at the Jeffersonian and made their way to the Founding Fathers where their friends and loved ones were waiting.

The End

Thank you all so, so much for reading and reviewing! I hope it was a satisfying ending. Maybe it was cliche to not let Max, Sweets, and Jared die, but honestly, I found them to be very stupid, senseless deaths, so I left them alive. Until next time!