I do not own Bones. I do not own any of these characters, they are all property of Hart Hanson, Kathy Reichs, and FOX Network.

The first sense to return to her was feeling. She was laying on something that felt familiar. Not in the sense she had laid on it before, but something very similar to it. After a moment, she realized it was a cot. Heat surrounded her like a blanket that could not be removed, though the only thing covering her was her clothes. Her head was pounding as though she had been hit in the head with a baseball bat. But it wasn't just her head, it was everything. Her right arm lay across her abdomen; but when she tried to move it, excruciating pain radiated up her arm. Somehow she knew it was broken just from the amount of stinging her brain registered. She let out a moan that was barely audible to her own ears. Either she was partially deaf in addition to her injuries, or she had barely made a sound. She wasn't sure which. She tried to sit up, but her ribs felt like they were bruised, as well.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. She was in a small shack. The ceiling was a beige color with a rough texture. She tried to move her head to the left, but she let out another whimper. The wall was the same beige color as the ceiling. There was a bed, it looked like a double from where she laid, with a light brown, wooden headboard with a red and yellow design on the sheets. There was a bedside table that was the same color as the headboard, with a simple lamp sitting on top of it. Next to the lamp was a clock that read 3:25 and there was a book next to the lamp; she estimated it to be about one hundred and fifty pages. She wanted to see the book's title, so against her better judgment, she placed her weight on her left arm and pushed up.

Her arm was sore, but the pain was manageable. She caught the title, before letting her arm give out. She book was one on the history of Navajo tribe. Facts about the Native American tribes began floating through her head. She wasn't sure how she knew them, because she knew she was too pale to be a Navajo.

Suddenly, she heard a door shut on the other side of the house, and the floor creak under the person. Her hearing was fine, now. She wasn't sure if she should let the person know she was awake. Before she could make a decision, however, a woman came into the doorway. She was pretty by many standards, and clearly had Native American ancestry, most likely Navajo.

"You're awake," she said clearly startled. There was no noticeable accent to her voice.

"Yes," she said, speaking for the first time since she woke up. Her voice was a very raspy and she suddenly wished she had some water.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore. My head hurts and I believe that I have a broken arm and bruised ribs. And I'm very thirsty, too."

"I'll go get you some water. Do you want something for the pain, too?"

"That would be appreciated." The mystery woman left, most likely towards the kitchen. When she returned, she had a bottle of water and medicine for the aches. "Here you go. This should help."

"Thank you."

"I'm Dani, by the way. Dani Webber."

"I'm-" she started, but froze. What was her name? A panic slowly fell over her. She had yet to think about her identity as she had more concerned with her physical health.

"Do you remember your name?" Dani asked. She could only shake her head. "I'm not very surprised. I found on the side of the road, next to a car that was burned to a crisp. It looked like you were in a wreck. You car was totaled, and you were unconscious with the rest of your injuries. I looked for a phone or ID in the car, but I think someone found you before I did. Your wallet and checkbook were gone and your suitcase had been looked through. I brought your things, too, but there's no name, address, or phone number in them. I'm sorry for invading you privacy; I just thought it would help."

"I was robbed?" Dani simply nodded. "Why am I not at a hospital?" she asked.

"We're about seven minutes from where I found you; the nearest decent hospital is a few hours away. I thought it would be easier for you to recover here, then to risk driving five hours with you propped up. I didn't know how bad your injuries were. If you want, I can take you to a hospital."

The woman on the cot quickly evaluated the pros and cons of going to the hospital before replying, "No, I think your original assumption was a good one."

"You should know that you've been out for about a week."

"A week?" That was far too long for anyone to just go missing. Who was looking for her? Friends? Family? Were parents still alive? Did she have any siblings? Cousins? What about children? Husband? If not, what about a boyfriend? Or was she alone in her life? Someone did know that she was missing. Right? Suddenly she had an overwhelming fear that no one would miss her. Would she be lost and forgotten like the thousands, if not millions, before her?

After a few moments of silence, Dani said, "I know this is a lot to process. Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No. I think company would be beneficial right now." Dani finally moved into the room and went to sit on the bed.

They sat there for a moment, neither sure what to say. Finally, the woman on the cot spoke. "I don't remember anything. Everything before when I woke up is completely blank. I don't know my name or anyone who might be looking for me."

"There's no name that seems really familiar to you? First or last name?" She closed her eyes and concentrated on any name that seemed familiar. She finally just started spouting off names mentally. Tina, John, Emily, David, Josh, Jody, Vikki, Clint, Bones, Robert- Wait. Bones is not a name. Bones are the dense, porous, calcified tissue which makes up the skeletal system of animals with vertebrae. How do I get such things confused? My brain must still be feeling the affect of the crash. Names. Thomas, Olivia, Alex, Robert, Elliot, Jennifer, Tony, Roxie. She opened her eyes. The last two names sounded familiar.

"Tony and Roxie. I'm not sure about them, but together they sound familiar."

"So, which is your name? Toni or Roxie?" The woman closed her eyes, yet again. She tried seeing which one she responded more to. When she thought of the name Tony, however, she felt as though she were referring to a man.

"I believe my name is Roxie," she said finally.

"Well, Roxie, I'll help you for as long as I can," Dani promised. Roxie nodded. Her eyelids were beginning to get heavy. Before she knew it, she was peacefully asleep.

So, what do you guys think? Anyone intrigued? Should I continue?