Heyy, guys! Some of you have read my other story, Love Can Be Blind, I assume, so if you have, you'll know my writing a little. I don't know if any of you have seen the movie Steven King's "Rose Red", or, simply just "Rose Red", but that's the other half of this story. A little movie note: Emily Deschanel is in it! She's younger, around 25-26, and she has bright, blonde hair. Kind of a shock when you first see it :3 Anyways, that's where I got the idea for Brennan's fictional sister having blonde hair. Anyways, I'm not going to explain to you the whole plot, but I will give you a little Teaser Trailer;

Story Trailer: Unknown to everyone, Dr. Temperance Brennan once had an identical twin sister, who was, as some would put it, a normal girl. It wasn't until August of 1993 that she went missing, when the twin 17 year olds headed into Rose Red, Seattle's most haunted mansion. From just outside the gates, people could hear the terrified and worried shrieks of the auburn-haired elder twin, who was sitting, curled in a ball outside the front door, tears streaming down her cheeks, a small cat curled up beside her. Twenty-seven years later, that same auburn-haired girl became a world famous forensic anthropologist/novelist, working with a team of the best of the best, including her handsome FBI partner. But when a case outside Rose Red appears, the remains of a teenage girl send Brennan into shock as memories rush back to her, haunting her, terrifying her. When she, along with Booth, Zack, Russ, and Parker head into the building, the doors slam shut, and the "ghost" of someone comes back to haunt them. Ellen Rimbauer has her change to get what she wants, but can she?

~On another note, I've changed a bit as to how the dead in Rose Red act. Normally, they'd be all decomposed with ripped or even non-ripped clothing, dark, mummified like skin, etc. In this fan-fiction, they have the ability to look normal, as if they hadn't died, although they were also able to do that depending on who it was in the movie. There are also actual ghosts too, not just zombie-ghosts. I've started out this story with a fairly small-ish chapter, but I will try to make them longer as the story goes on. Now, on to chapter 1! ~

August 19th, 1983, Seattle...

Standing in silence outside the cold, worn metal gates, two little girls, around the age of 7, gazed up at the huge house hidden by vines and overgrown bushes behind it. The elder twin, an auburn-haired rational type, felt troubled, knowing that something was wrong with that house, and kept her grip on her sister. The younger twin twirled one of her blonde braids in curiosity, feeling a strong urge to run into the large yard surrounding the mansion. Instead, she inched closer to her sister, burying her face into her hair, as if to hide.

"Come on, Sis. Let's go, before Dad finds us here and gets mad!" The older girl whispered, having spotted a figure watching them from the upstairs tower in the mansion. Quickly, the two ran off down the street, disappearing around the corner. The figure that had been watching them narrowed its eyes, turning slowly to wipe dust off of an old book that sat on a box. Carefully pulling it open, gently flipping to a specific page, the figure's eyes fell on a hand-drawn image of two girls, one blonde, the other auburn, both with matching light gray eyes. The figure turned back to the window, willing for the two little girls to return, although it knew they wouldn't, not yet. But of course, after waiting for many, many years, Ellen Rimbauer knew she could wait just a little longer.

27 years later, Washington DC...

"Come on, Bones! We've got a case!" The young, auburn-haired forensic anthropologist popped her head up from the front of her couch, which she'd been sitting on the floor in front of as she worked on a set of older remains. She blinked, tilting her head as she took in her partner's body language. Impatient, by the look of it. "Bones, come on! Chop chop!" Scowling, she gently set her clipboard, notes, and pen on the couch, pulling herself up and off of the floor as she grabbed her coat.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming." She said, shooting him a look as she slipped by and headed for the doors. As he caught up to her, she felt his hand come to rest in its familiar spot at the small of her back, sending tingles up her spine. "Where are the remains?" She asked, tilting her head to the side once again as they walked.

"Up in Seattle," Her partner responded. "Creepy thing is, it's up near that old freaky mansion, 'Rose Red'. You know, the one that's rumoured to eat people?" She stiffened, his words shooting a memory that she had worked hard to bury, out into the front of her mind.

1993, Seattle...

"Come on, Tempe!" A blonde-haired seventeen year old ran for the gates of the deserted, deteriorating mansion, skidding to a stop right in front of them. Her wary, auburn-haired sister trailed after her, a worried look on her face.

"Tues, I don't think this is such a good idea..." Her sister rolled her eyes.

"Omigod, Tempe. You're such a scaredy-cat!"

"Tuesday. People have disappeared in that house. They've never been seen again. Ellen Rimbauer herself went missing! And I don't know what the term 'scaredy-cat' means."

"Temperance." Tuesday retorted, spinning to look at her. "Just because the house is rumoured to eat people," Temperance flashed her sister an irritated look at her choice of words. "Doesn't mean it's actually true." She finished, giving her sister one of the glares the twins were famous for...

Brennan was barely aware of someone prodding her arm, and startled when she felt it again, jerking her out of her memory. "Wha...?" She muttered, blinking. Her partner was giving her a worried look.

"Bones, you okay?" He asked, watching her carefully. She nodded.

"Of course, Booth, I'm fine." She stated quickly. Booth gave her another worried look before removing his hand from her back and heading to the driver's seat of the SUV while she hopped into the passenger's side, memories of her sister invading her thoughts. As tears began to slowly fill in her eyes as a particularly painfully happy memory appeared in her thoughts, she had to quickly swipe the back of her hand across her eyes to clear them away. She couldn't, wouldn't, let Booth see her crying. Leaning her head against the window, she watched the scenery fly by, allowing it to fade away as her mind travelled back to the time when she still had her twin to count on.

Brennan didn't even realize it when they pulled up to the airport. Booth had to help her into the airport and onto the plan. He had to help her off of the plane when they landed in Seattle. He even had to help her into her suit at the hotel before they headed for the crime scene.

"The victim is female, around 17, although the body has been here for at least the same amount of years..." Her voice broke as she realized the details practically described her sister exactly. Her being dead would explain why Brennan could never find her that day, although she'd heard her giggling and talking to her. Taking a breath, she continued; "Caucasian, has never given birth. Multiple fractures to the metacarpals and metatarsals, and a clean break to the mandible. Knife-like cut marks to the left femur and right tibia," She broke off again. "And much more. We'll need to examine these back at the lab." Her partner nodded, calling it in to the other guys who came in to begin wrapping up the body. Brennan took little containers and took soil and bug samples, as well as everything else that Hodgins would need while Zack stood back a bit and continued to photograph the area. Once finished, she stripped off her gloves and headed back to the car, slipping inside and staring out the window, a far-away look in her eyes as Booth started the SUV and began driving back to the hotel.

A teenagers remains. That made even more memories burst forth, hurt radiating through her body, as she remembered that the fateful night all those years ago had been her own fault. Her sister, her identical twin sister, had become a victim to the house. And all because she had refused to go with her to find their damned cat, who, unlike her sister, had shown up next to a crying Brennan outside the front doors an hour later.

"It's all my fault..." Brennan whispered, tears in her eyes. She buried her face into her pillow as Booth came into the room, most likely to check on her. Sitting down on the bed, he gently rubbed her back with one hand.

"You sure you're okay? He asked, his brown eyes watching every movement she made. Slowly, she nodded, deliberately pulling herself up into a seated position while he continued to rub her back. "I brought food...you haven't eaten since breakfast this morning," He said, but she shook her head, pushing away the plate he held out to her. "Bones, come on. You need to eat something. We have to go into that creepy house tomorrow, to look to see if we can find anything, so you need to get your strengths up." Booth was able to see the raw flash of terror in her eyes before she blinked it away, tentatively grabbing half a sandwich and taking a tiny nibble. He grinned. "Atta girl!" She rolled her eyes at him, quickly finishing off her sandwich half, only just realizing just how hungry she was as she snatched the other half off of the plate.

"Also, before we go, I have to fetch Parker. Rebecca's here in Seattle, and apparently she's too busy to be able to watch him. I figured since your brother was here too that he could watch him while were inside." Booth said, watching his partner. She nodded, indicating with one hand that she'd call Russ to check and see. With a quick thanks, Booth set the plate down on the table next to her and made to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Brennan's question startled him, and he turned around.

"Going out to the couch. I'm tired." He replied, starting to turn around again.

"You could stay in here, if you wanted. It's not like we haven't shared a hotel bed before. Plus, you should use the bed anyways, because of your back. I can take- dmgh trkldj Bthrs!" Booth had come back over and sat on the bed, having stuck a strawberry in her mouth to shut her up, and, at the same time, piss her off. She bit off the end of it before dropping the leaves on the plate, watching as her partner disappeared into the bathroom to change as he figured it would be simpler just to agree with her rather than to argue. She herself pulled off her clothes and slipped on a pale pink camisole and white pyjama shorts, slipping beneath the covers. A few moments later Booth joined her, falling asleep almost instantly. Brennan began to drift off, but not before feeling Booth's arm slip over her waist and unconsciously pull her closer to him as she lapsed into a dream-filled sleep.

~So! There's Chapter 1! Next chapter I'm hoping to kind of show off Brennan's dreams, so we can learn a little more about her sister, but if I can't get any ideas, then the story will just continue. Please R&R!~

Copyright: Bones belongs to Fox, and Rose Red belongs to Steven King/ABC. I'm just borrowing the characters and places for a little bit.