Hey! So here's my chapter 2! It's longer than the first, so I hope I get some reviews! PLEASE!

I do not own Bones (Just in case you were wondering).

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Ring, ring, ring. Booth heard the annoying little tone of his cell phone going off just before he was about to get settled on the couch. Why did I choose that stupid tone?

"Booth,"

"Hey," came a voice Booth knew all too well: Bones.

"What's up, Bones?"

"Well, right now, the moon is up. Though I don't know why you would ask such a question."

"No, Bones, it means, what's going on."

"Oh." Understanding flooded through her voice. "I was just calling to see what time you and your niece are going to arrive tomorrow. Cam would like to know whether or not we will see you tomorrow to work on a case."

"Roseanna and I will probably be leaving around noon, so we won't get in until about 8, so I won't be in to work with the Squints tomorrow."

"Okay." Booth thought he detected a little of disappointment as she said that word and hoped against hope that it was there because she had wanted to see him tomorrow. As he was about to say a smart-ass comment on how they wouldn't get anything done without him, he heard a sob coming from what used to be his sister's bedroom. "Booth?"

Booth snapped out of his reverie and realized that Bones had asked him something, but he hadn't heard because he was listening for Roseanna again.

"What? Sorry, I just thought I heard…" His voice trailed off as he heard it again and said, "Bones, I gotta go check on Roseanna."

"She's not with you?"

"Yes, but no. She's in her parents' room and I'm on the couch."

"Why isn't she in her own room?" Bones asked, truly confused.

"She wants to be close to her parents, I guess."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. If she wants to be close to her parents, she should be in the cemetery."

"It's not the proximity that matters, Bones, it's the…" He sighed as he gave up on trying to explain it to his partner. "Never mind. I'll see you in a couple of days."

"Bye, Booth." She hung up. Before he had time to care that she hung up on him, Seeley heard another, louder, more distinguished sob, and walked over to where his niece was supposed to be sleeping.

He tapped lightly on the door so she knew he was coming in, and stepped in.

"Hey. You okay?" He asked.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault." She was sitting up on top of the comforter with her head in her hands, so her voice was hardly audible over her sobs.

"What's your fault?"

She gestured to the bed she was sitting on. "That they're gone. That they're dead." Another sob burst from her chest.

"This is not your fault." Seeley said, his voice strong and firm. "This is not your fault." He repeated. "It was some idiotic petty thief's fault for driving the wrong way."

"But if I had gotten ready for dance on time, we would've gotten there before he drove by, and he wouldn't have hit us."

"Hey. Look at me." He said in a gentler voice. He pulled her hands off of her face and she looked up with puffy eyes that showed just how long she had been crying. "There are tons of things that could have gone differently, but there's not one thing we can do now to change what happened. I'm sorry, but it's not like we can go back in time." He laughed, trying to lighten the somber mood that had fallen since he had walked in.

Roseanna nodded to show that she understood, but her eyes still conveyed that she wished things were different. I'm such a wreck. Uncle Seeley must think I'm pitiful. She thought to herself. Instead of saying something, she leaned forward and hugged her uncle. He was a little surprised, but he returned her hug and held her until she was done crying.

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The next morning, Roseanna woke up to slamming and banging coming from what she assumed was the kitchen. She got up, brushed her hair and walked down the stairs. Just as she walked in the kitchen, her uncle closed a cabinet on his finger and swore. When he turned and saw Roseanna, he smiled apologetically.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make so much noise. I just-"

"Don't know how to make breakfast?" She smiled as she cut him off. "Does this mean that I'm going to have to cook for the both of us when you become my legal guardian?"

"Yeah." He grinned sheepishly. "I normally just order in Thai food for dinner." Roseanna rolled her eyes.

"Well, I guess I got my work cut out for me. There's cereal in the pantry, just in case you wanted to eat this morning." Seeley nodded and grabbed a box of Cheerios out of the pantry.

"So, game plan for today: eat, get everything packed up, put it in my SUV, and I was thinking that we should leave around noon." He said as he was pouring the bowls of cereal and the milk. He found two glasses and poured orange juice in them.

"How long is the ride going to be?"

"Eight hours, give or take." Roseanna frowned and made a noise that sounded like a groan. "Yep, it's a pretty long ride, so bring something to do. Not so you don't get bored, but so that you don't bore me with endless chatter." He smiled to let her know that it was a joke.

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Seeley and his niece were in the SUV at exactly 12:00, just like planned. Roseanna was already plugged into her headphones before they reached the sign that read "Now Leaving Summerville, South Carolina. Come Back Soon!" But all that she wanted to do was get this place well behind her, even though she would miss her friends. She was well liked at her public school, but she only had a few true friends.

Seeley looked over at his teenage niece in her baggy black sweatpants and her burgundy sweatshirt, and thought, Geez! She's 13! She shouldn't have to lose her parents at this age! He sighed and turned back to the road.

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A couple of hours into the trip, Roseanna paused her music and turned to her uncle. "Uncle Seeley?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you tell me what my mom was like at my age?"

"Sure." He smiled at her, and went on. " Well, you're her spitting image at your age. You look exactly like her. She was independent, and it seemed like she always had her nose in a book, or she was cooking something. She was the family cook." He paused, remembering how careless his parents were, never trying to take care of their kids. "Your Uncle Jared and I would hide her books, and she'd get so mad, it was so funny." He smiled at one of the few fond memories he had growing up. Roseanna smiled as well, and she went back to listening to her music for the rest of the ride.

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