I do not own Bones! But, boy, do I wish I did! (I don't own Ford, or Sedan.) This is my first FanFiction ever, so please comment, and if there are a lot of comments, like, say, oh 20, then I will continue. Give me everything you think, like is it awesome, or is it so bad, that you were bored to tears and it stinks like dog poo, and what I can do to make it better.

P.S. I didn't know this until I looked this up, but the origin of the last name Baines is that it was a nickname meaning "bones." Purely unintentional, I promise you!

Also, this still has Zach, because I hate what they did to him!

"And so, they are not dead, so long as we keep them alive in our hearts." The priest's words rang out through the utter silence of the graveyard, which was a sea of black suits and dresses. One girl, an early teenager with wavy brown hair to the small of her back walked up to the caskets with two flowers: a white and a blue tulip.

The tombstone for the ceremony was for Eric Baines, "beloved father and husband," and Jan Booth-Baines, "beloved mother, wife, and sister." The girl who walked up to the caskets placed the white tulip on her father's casket, and the blue tulip on her mother's. She thought back to the day they died.

"Rosie!" Her mother called from downstairs. "You're already late for dance! Get down here!"

"I'm coming!" Rosie yelled down in response. She was in her room pulling her cascading brown hair into a ponytail and hastily clipped back loose strands. Then, she grabbed her bag, and ran downstairs and out the door as her father honked the horn of the family sedan. Rosie hopped in, and when she did, she started laughing.

Her parents looked at her with matching quizzical faces. They both had brown hair, but her father's was curly, and her mother's was straight. Their eyes, even though the expression in them was the same, were different colors: his were blue, and hers were brown, like her daughter. "What's with the laughing?" Her mother asked as her father pulled out of the driveway.

"I was just thinking how I'm normally the one who is telling you to get going so I'm not late for school, and here we are, roles reversed." Rosie and her mother shared a smile while her father simply shook his head and smiled.

When they pulled off of the highway and into the studio's parking lot, Rosie kissed both of her parents on the cheek and walked over to the door of the studio.

One hand on the door, she waved as her father pulled out of the parking lot, and just as Rosie was about to go into the studio, a Ford King Ranch truck going the wrong way hit the tail end of her parents' car and rammed them into another car going the right way.

All the traffic had stopped, and Rosie ran out to her parents. When she got there, she wrenched open the passenger side door and fiercely shook her mother.

"Mom! MOM! Wake up! Please!" She screamed at the woman. Her head lulled to her right shoulder and Rosie saw that her eyes were open, but their light had faded. She let out a cry of despair and climbed over to her father.

With tears in her eyes, she tried fruitlessly to get a reaction from her father. After a while, she gave up and just sat in between her parents and let her body be racked by the sobs she let out.

Rosie-no, Roseanna now- was brought back to the present and let out a new sob, and she felt herself fall down to the ground. But, before her knees hit the ground, she felt large muscular arms hug her, she looked up into the deep brown eyes of her Uncle Seeley, and she knew that he was in just as much pain, but he wanted to help her nonetheless. She hugged him back, leaned her head on his shoulder and cried there for a while.

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The funeral was over, and Seeley was driving Roseanna home. They reached the house and he said, "I don't like the thought of you staying the night alone in that big house."

"You can stay, if you want to. There's the guest room, or the couch." Roseanna replied as he turned off the SUV. They both walked up to the door and walked in the house.

"I'll take the couch. You got mostly everything packed?"

"Yup."

"Well, goodnight. Have a good sleep."

"Thanks. You too, Uncle Seeley."

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Well, there it is. Sorry if it's kinda short, but please review! I'll try to update as soon as I can!