Can't Make It Home For Supper
A/N This is my new story, it's a one shot about how everybody has to deal with the death of one of the squints, so please be forewarned. Oh and the lyrics in this song, I do not have to disclaim because I wrote them sooo yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.
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"Hodgie? You here?" I called through the huge mansion that I called home. "Baby you home?"
My husband, Jack Hodgins, was probably still at work. I rolled my eyes and got back to the groceries that I had put on the counter. I pulled them out and put them in our huge fridge.
I walked down the long hallway to our bedroom and went inside, closing the door behind me. I quickly peeled away my clothes and slid my silk robe on. I put on my slippers (Jack chose them, they had purses and clothes on them) and walked down to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.
Before, Jack had wanted to hire a chef, but I proved that I could cook by preparing a wonderful dinner that ended up getting us to the bedroom.
I thought about that night and I prepared the chicken and preheated the oven. I walked around the kitchen, humming to myself. Finally, I decided that some real music would be better and I went over and turned on the CD that was in the CD player.
Goodbye, goodbye
No longer shall I fly
On the wings of passion
The wings that held me high
You were the wings
Before you said goodbye
I hummed along to the song and then heard the phone ring. Quickly, I went and grabbed it from across the room, also snatching up some grapes along the way. "Hodgins' residence, Angela speaking."
"A... Angela?"
"Speaking, who is this?" I asked, popping a grape into my mouth.
"It's..." I heard a painful sounding cough. "Jack."
"Jack! Where are you honey?" I swallowed the grape, "I'm at home making supper!"
"I," there was another cough. "I won't be making it home for dinner."
"Jack? Are you okay? Where are you? What's happened?"
"Angela... I love... love... y... you," his voice was fading. "I... can't make... it home... good...bye."
"Jack? Jack! What's going on?" I began to panic.
"I'm sorry... I love... you..." suddenly, there was silence and then one, long beep.
"JACK!?" tears were running down my cheeks. "Jack! Jack! Please answer me! Please!" I begged into the phone.
"Mrs. Hodgins?" another man came on the phone.
"Yes, please, tell me what's going on!" I pleaded. "What's happened to my husband?"
"He was in a car accident. His rib pierced his lung. We did everything we could, but everything wasn't enough. I'm very sorry."
The pain that hit me was worse than anything, anything I had ever felt. I thought about Jack, about us, about everything we had ever had and I cried. I cried more than I ever had.
A/N I know, kinda a bad ending, but right now I'm having issues with endings. Oh well, hope that was okay!!
Review please!!
-S-D-