A/N: I saw the preview for Bones 2011 and this idea sprung, I will mention nothing else, in case someone hasn't seen it, or has another opinion… this is MY take on how it SHOULD go… when it comes back. =)

Hannah wasn't home when Booth walked through the door. He felt guilty, that he was relieved to know that. But just having behaved like a class A jerk to his partner in the car, he couldn't stand the idea of having to look at Hannah and lie straight out when she asked him what the matter was. He wasn't even sure he could muster enough strength to tell a lie. His behavior towards Bones was unforgivable… the way he had spoken to her… the way he had told her how much Hannah meant to him. He was lying, that was the only thing he understood when he walked away from her, because he knew as much as he tried to fight it, Hannah was a consolation prize… she was the cliché of rebound. He wasn't even sure he loved her, and if he did, it wasn't enough, it certainly wasn't with the same overwhelming emotion he had for Bones.

Booth wondered through the house, and towards his bedroom. With effort, he approached the cupboard and opened it, pulling down a shoebox he had stored there once upon a time. It was the same shoebox that once held Jasper and Brainy Smurf. It bounced on the ground, and Booth lowered himself to the floor, his knees resting on the soft plush carpet.

It took him considerable effort to take the lid off the shoebox, revealing many small items, among them was a velvet box. He took it in his hand, and held it examining the outside, as if it held some secret to the universe. Finally, he flipped the lid to expose to a clear-cut diamond ring. He ran his trembling fingers over it with caution, a sadness crossing his eyes as he did so.

What the hell was I thinking?

He snapped the lid shut and shoved it back in the box. Unable to stand being in the room anymore, as if it was now tainted, he made his way through to the kitchen. He was sure he had a bottle of Scotch stashed somewhere…

… … … … … … …

For days Booth had barely spoken. It wasn't just Hannah who received the silent treatment. It was everyone that approached him. His attitude was the same with Rebecca, the only one he really made effort for was Parker, once, over the phone, and even then his facial expressions spoke volumes. The guilt over his behavior with Bones, had left him devastated, but no one had pieced that together yet.

Hannah had been working late most nights, working on a paper, and Booth was usually asleep when she came home, purposely most of the time.

But this particular night Booth had been watching Hockey on the sport channel and drinking Scotch, as he had for the last week, Hannah realized. She had tried talking to him that night, about her work, but he had blown her off with a simple hand gesture. He wasn't interested.

She'd stormed off to the bedroom, to sulk, when she saw the shoebox left carelessly on the ground. "Seeley…" she muttered under her breath. "Do I have to pick up after you, as well," she complained to herself as she knelt down to retrieve it.

She opened the shoebox, curious to what lay inside, intending only to look at it briefly, but her eyes instantly settled on the photo of him with Temperance, he was smiling at her, his eyes sparkled with what could only be described as magic. Her heart sank. He'd been looking at pictures of his partner.

He had assured her time and time again, that what relationship they had was completely platonic.

Hannah was not convinced.

She eyed the velvet box, and took it in her hands her tears filling her eyes as she snapped open the lid, to reveal what she already knew deep in her heart.

She stood from the floor, the box gripped in her hand as she made her way out into the loungeroom, where Booth sat perched on the recliner.

… … … …. …

Hannah's shadow fell over him, and he looked up, reluctantly, intending to tell her to get out of the way, before returning to his Hockey game. But he saw what lay in her hand, and his eyes looked up to meet hers.

"You were gonna propose?" she asked stunning him with her words.

Booth could only stare at her.

Well, that was different… what do you reckon, is it worth a review? =)