She had a nightmare the night in the lab.
Angela wasn't one to take things like that seriously, but something about this time was different. She sat up on her makeshift bed for a minute, and then crept out of the room quietly, not wanting to wake Brennan.
She wandered through the empty halls of the lab and peered around the corner of the room Zack and Hodgins were sharing for the night. Zack was asleep, curled up in a sleeping bag, and Hodgins was on his back in his, with his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.
She contemplated whether to go in or not; it was silly, really; but she did. "Jack?" she whispered.
He tilted his head up so that he could see her. "Angela? What's wrong?"
She took a few more steps into the room, looking down at her hands. "I had a dream..." she said, "and I guess it just... freaked me out. It's stupid, I know, but I just...I—"
"Want to talk about it?" he supplied.
She nodded.
He slid over and sat up, unzipping a portion of his sleeping bag in a silent offer. "Here," he said. "C'mere."
So she did, walking tentatively over to where he was laying, stopping a few feet away from him. She then turned her head to where Zack slept, as if to make sure he wasn't watching.
"He's asleep," Hodgins said, grinning. "I won't bite, Ange."
"I know," she mumbled, crawling onto the sleeping bag with him and resting her head on his shoulder. "That dream... it really scared me, Jack."
"What happened?" he asked, wrapping a comforting arm around her.
"You died. You got Valley Fever, and you just—died, Jack. Dead. One minute we were in the lab, you and Zack wearing towels and then... God, it seemed so real. I had to come here and make sure you were okay."
"I'm right here, Ange, I'm fine," he said, tracing circles on her back with his fingers. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I know," she said quietly. She placed a hand on his chest, fingers splayed out, reassuring herself that he was real and warm and alive.
Maybe, she acknowledged to herself, she cared about him more than she let on.
