A/N: Heh. It must have been late when I wrote this, but it's supposedly funny, so I'll crosspost it here.
Disclaimer: Ha! I wish!

Angela's Jack-Saving Method

"She's at it again."

"Wow, she is such a leech."

"Poor Hodgins."

Angela nodded empathetically. "No matter how hard he tries, he just can't get rid of her." Her and Zach were standing near the food table at the Jeffersonian's annual summer barbecue, watching Jack's attempts on the other side of the field to shake off Crystal (from accounting).

"We should probably do something," she said after a while. "I don't want a repeat of last time he couldn't shake her. 'Our Near-run-in with Christmas Lung Fungus'." She said it as if it were the title of something.

"More aptly named, 'The Worst Christmas Ever'. But I agree. What can we do?"

Angela thought for a moment. "I have a plan."

Zach looked shocked. "Oh really?"

"Yes. Hold my juice." She shoved her plastic cup into his free hand.

"You're drinking the punch?"

"Ya."

"You do know that Hodgins -?"

"I know."

Zach sighed. "Carry on." Angela gave him a smile, then started to make her way across the field.

As she approached to Jack's back, she could clearly see Crystal's lame attemps at flirting.

She pasted on a ditzy smile as she came around him. "Jack, there you are. I couldn't find you anywhere." Before he could react, she'd wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.

When she pulled back, it was obvious the others were flustered. Crystal was stuttering something behind her and Jack's look was one of shock and confusion. Angela gave him a wink and a look that told him she would explain it all later before she moved to his side.

Angela smiled at Crystal. "Hey, you're Crystal, right?" She stuck out her hand and Crystal shook it.

"Ya, in accounting. You're Angela, right?" She was obviously embarrassed beneath her smile.

"Ya, in anthropology. Nice to meet you." Angela stepped back beside Jack and grabbed his hand in hers, for effect. "So you two know each other?" She looked at Crystal pointedly.

"Uh, ya, I've just, you know, seen him around."

Angela nodded, then turned to Jack. "I'm going to go grab a hot dog. Are you coming?"

"Of course, baby."

Angela gave Crystal one last fake smile. "Well, Crystal, it was nice seeing you."

"You too." The woman looked bewildered.

"Bye, Crystal," Jack added, wrapping his arm around Angela's shoulders as they walked away. They were half way back to Zach before either one of them talked.

"So what was that about?" Jack asked, giving her his trademark grin.

"You looked like you needed saving."

"I did. Thanks."

"You owe me one." Jack stopped abruptly, and catching Angela off-guard, pulled her towards him and pressed his lips to hers. After a moment's hesitation, she kissed back. The seconds ticked by...

Angela stopped the kiss as suddenly as Jack had started it. "That's not what I meant." She was smiling too hard for her attempt at annoyance to be taken seriously.

Jack shrugged. "Oh well," he said teasingly.

She hit him playfully on the arm as he started them walking again, repositioning his arm over her shoulders.

"You know, Ange," he said, "I think we've found an effective way to keep women off of me."

"Oh, is that all I'm good for now?" She feigned offence.

"Well-" Jack paused to chuckle at Angela's challenging expression. "I do like your method."