This came to me last night and I didn't have a chance to write it until this morning. Sorry if it's rough but I want to get out there before tonight. It is a very short story.

I don't own Bones.

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"What are you doing here?" Looking around, Booth frowned, "Shit, this is a mess."

Carefully moving through the debris, Hank smiled, "It's almost as bad as the day you bought it." Holding up his hand, he laughed, "Don't get your panties into a twist, I did say almost."

Placing his hands on his hips, Booth surveyed the hall next to the staircase. Looking at the ceiling, he shook his head, "Bones is going to be pissed."

Shrugging his shoulders, the older gentleman moved over to the filthy couch and sat down, "You have house insurance. She can pay the deductible and get it taken care of."

Snorting, Booth pointed at the destruction around him, "Well, since I'm responsible for a lot of it, I'm sure the insurance company is going to balk. Bones can afford to fix all of this if she wants to. Of course, she may just be pissed enough to just want to get rid of it."

Shaking his head, Hank frowned, "I don't think so. She loves this house and so do you. This house is the first house you two ever owned. I don't think either of you've lived in a house since you left your childhood behind. This house is important."

"Well, I guess I probably won't get a say in it." Sad, Booth walked across the room, making sure to step carefully through the rubble. Sitting down next to his grandfather, he stared at the broken coffee table, "I did my best but my best wasn't good enough. I let her down. I wanted to fix this whole mess but I guess I failed. She wanted to help me but it was my fight, not hers. I never wanted her or our daughter to be in danger. I love them so much."

Patting his grandson's knee, Hank fretted, "Shrimp, you can't blame yourself for this. You didn't fail. You didn't fail at all. You have a beautiful wife that loves you. Christine and Parker adore you. You have . . . well had a beautiful home. You achieved all of the things I hoped you'd achieve. I always wanted you to have the things you couldn't have when you were growing up. You make me so proud that sometimes it's all I can do not to brag about you to everyone I meet."

Flattered, Booth smiled at his grandfather, "I had a great example, Pops. You were the one that taught me that honor is everything. You told me once that if you can't live an honorable life then what's the point and you were right. I've always tried to do the right thing. I know I failed sometimes but I tried."

Turning to look more fully at his grandson, Hank announced, "You can't stay here, son. You're going to have to leave."

Worried, Booth blurted, "But this is my home. I can't leave it. I need to fix this place up for Bones and Christine."

Shaking his head, Hank swept his hand around, "This is not your home." Pointing at his grandson's chest, he explained, "That is your home. Temperance is your home. You have to go and find her. I'm sure she's looking for you. You can't stay."

Standing, Booth looked down at his grandfather, "I guess I know that. I miss you, Pops. I didn't want you to leave me. You were the only father I ever really had. If it hadn't been for you I'd never made it to adulthood. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I'll always love you and I'm looking forward to the day that I get to meet you again. It will be a happy day for me."

Booth

Turning his head, Hank looked towards the front door. "She's calling you, Son. You have to leave now."

Swallowing, Booth cleared his throat, "I need to be with her Pops. She can't be alone."

Nodding his head, Hank smiled, "I know, Shrimp. Go to her, she's upset. You need to help her."

Booth

"Bye Pops, I love you." Closing his eyes, Booth felt the air around him become colder and more antiseptic.

"He's back."

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