So this idea's been bothering me...I was thinking about maybe doing a one shot with each parent dying separately, but I was unsure if it would appease my muse...So this is what came. Read and review! As always, I don't own Bones!

It was just like any other day. And that's what confused me most.

Well, I shouldn't say that. In reality, it wasn't like any other day. Tomorrow, mom and dad would be taking me to Colorado, snowboarding, skiing, the whole nine yards. I was excited. Ecstatic. Michael would be going too, and the mere thought of spending the whole weekend with my family and best friend just…Made my day.

Michael and I had Chemistry together. It was our favorite class. Mainly because we always got paired together and tended to know most of what our teacher taught us. Also, mini explosions? Who doesn't like that stuff?

However, we had a study hall that day, a sort of catch up day for the teacher, so we were in the back, leaning against the table and talking about our plans for the weekend. We'd had an entire day already planned out, and a couple girls from class commented on our plans occasionally. We gave them a nod, a thumbs up, anything to let them know, hey, we're cool with you, but this is our convo. Get out.

We were like this when our teacher got a call and left, telling us all to behave ourselves. We grinned, wondering who in there right mind would leave a bunch of teenagers in a chemistry lab unsupervised. However, most of our class thought nothing of it. They'd rather socialize then make explosions. They'd rather talk about yesterday then talk about tomorrow.

When the teacher comes in, it's only a couple minutes before the end of the period bell, and Michael is absently collecting his stuff, shoving his calculator into his sweatshirt, and putting a pencil behind his ear, grinning at me and winking.

"Oh, damn Mikey. Smexy beast,"

"Fuck yeah," he winked.

This would be the most fun we'd have for a long while, but we didn't know that.

When the teacher came back in, her eyes were worried, broken, afraid. She looked around and when she spotted Michael and I, ushered for the two of us to come.

We looked at each other curiously, for a moment wondering what the hell was going on, but then fallow relatively quickly. I wondered if we were in trouble, about to get screamed at for being late to school the other day, and I'm feeling my heart racing in my chest.

Michael is even more confused. While we were late the other day, he didn't see what the problem was. We were honor role students, I was the captain of the hockey team. Hell, we had it made.

Thinking, maybe, just maybe, we were getting out of school early and heading out to the mountains already, we slapped each others hands.

The teacher looked back at us and blinked, shaking her head.

So this is what it feels like to just wait, I decide, when we walk down the halls. Do dad and mom feel like this when they're waiting for case results? Did dad feel like this when he was in the war? I think about these things and think, hey, I'll just ask them later. No problemo.

When we finally get to the principles office, I think to myself, okay, what did we do? But when she just lets us in, and I see Parker there, Parker and Hodgins, Uncle Jack, I wonder, suddenly, what the hell is going on.

The school counselor was there too, sitting on the edge of her seat, looking at the two of us and then getting up quickly, offering to let us sit. Everyone was staring at me, and I looked at Michael curiously. What the hell was going on?

Parker, my big brother Parker, I saw tears in his eyes and go to him, holding him tightly. I look up at him.

"Whats wrong, Parks? What's going on?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael make his way to his father and stand by him. When he whispered something in his ear, the boy, my best friend, tensed and slouched. Suddenly, he was looking at me too. Tears prickled at the edge of his eyes.

"Parker? Michael? Hodgins….What's wrong?"

They were all silent again and then Uncle Jack speaks, making his way over to me and wrapping his arms around me. His voice cracked when he said the words.

"Dr. B and Booth…They were both…Discovered dead at noon,"

I froze, and then looked at him with disbelief. I laughed softly and shook my head.

"What are you talking about, man? I just talked to them this morning. Our bags are packed. Don't screw with me like that, Uncle Jack," I snorted and then started out, but Parker grabs my arm.

"Chrissy…We aren't lying,"

I looked at both of them with disbelief and then shook myself free, walking out and slamming the door.

How dare they! How dare they lie to me! Suddenly, I'm running faster and longer down the hallways, dodging the few people that were still straggling in the hallways, looking at me strangely. I don't care. How dare they lie to me! How dare they play with my emotions!

Unsure of where to go, I run outside, the cold air hitting me like a rock. Slumped down, I took refuge besides the building, put my hood over my head and snuggled my head into my arms. Mom and dad were still alive. They…Had to be. They were my parents. They were my hero's. Dear god, why would Parker and uncle Jack lie to me?

And that was the thing. I couldn't think of a good reason.

I choked back tears, but shook my head and tried to remain calm. When I heard footsteps and could see someone from the corner of my eye kneel down next to me, I squirmed away.

"Leave me alone, Michael,"

"No…Come on, Chrissy. We're going home," he says this softly, and I shook my head.

"No! I want to see mom and dad! Why would your dad and Parker lie to me?"

"They didn't, Chrissy…" he whispered, leaning into me and wrapping his arms around me, trying to coax me up.

"How the hell do they die? They didn't have a case today!"

"I don't know what happened…But we'll find out, okay? Everything'll be…"

Except that he couldn't promise that, and suddenly I felt a huge hole in my gut. I wanted to run away further, and I couldn't help but want to kick and scream. So I did.

I kicked the walls, screamed at the air, swore at the building. I kicked Michael a couple times, punched him, and he took it all, until he was whispering.

"Shh, Chrissy….We're gonna go home. Okay?"

"What home? What the hell? I'm alone now!"

"You still have me, baby…It's okay,"

But it wasn't, and that was the thing. I hated what was happening.

Uncle Jack and Parker came out, and Parker helped me up, bringing me to their vehicle. Michael offered to drive me home, but Parker seemed protective, so he shook his head.

"No…Just fallow behind us."

As soon as I fell into the seat, I felt tired, and after shutting my eyes, fell asleep. I fell into the arms of exhaustion and pain.

This would be the last time I wouldn't dream in a long time.