I guess I really like songfics because I have three. This will be a multichapter story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.

The fight was stupid. Both people were so afraid that they were going to mess up, that they tried to end it before it got too far. Now? Booth had gone to some state 600 miles away. The transfer to the Chicago field office came up and Booth took it while he was still angry. He hated Chicago. Hated the constant state of frenzy everyone was in. He would much rather be back home, sitting at the diner with Bones, pushing her to eat pie and her always refusing.

Home. Bones. This was his home now and she wasn't apart of it. Walking along the beach, he thought back to the fight. He had been so afraid that one day, she would realize that he wasn't nearly a smart or a hot as any other guy she could be with. So, he ended their relationship before she even had time to run.

He did exactly what he always said she did. He ran.

A little ways down the beach, Booth saw a guy painting by the shore. As he got closer he saw that the man was painting the ocean. Booth suddenly got an idea.

"Excuse me but, do you only paint the ocean?" Booth really hoped not.

"If you've got $20, I'll paint you whatever you'd like." Booth reached into his pocket and handed him a crumpled $20.

"Thanks. Okay, make it spring. Put a white house. One from the old days. With a wrap around porch and a huge tree in the front. With a tire swing. Put Bones on the porch. In a beautiful cotton dress. White. She's got auburn hair and these beautiful blue eyes that never end. About 35. Smooth, silky skin. Barefoot. Put me next to her. With my arms around her. Have me staring at her, but she doesn't know." Booth didn't give the man any time to get prepared. Once he began describing the scene, it was like he couldn't stop.

When he finished, he looked at the painter. He seemed to have understood what he said because he was still painting and had a small smile on his face.

"So, what did you do?" Booth was confused, had the man not understood?

The Painter continued. "You seemed like you did something wrong when you were describing the picture. What did you do to lose her?"

"I ran. I was so afraid that she was going to see who I really was and how below her I am and just...leave."

"You wanted to beat her to it. Hurt her before she could hurt you." The painting was almost done now. Booth really hoped this worked.

"Yeah, I guess. Now, I just want to get back home and apologize for being a jerk." Booth didn't know what would happen Brennan hated him.

"Well, I won't keep you here any longer then. I must say, you were the best person I've painted for in a very long time. The man handed the painting to Booth and started packing up his things.

All Booth could do was nod and say thanks. The painting was just like he described it. It couldn't get better if Angela had done it. He hurried back to his place and began to get ready to head home.

A/N: Please don't be afraid to leave a review. It would definitely help my writing.