Hey, people~ So, I know the last thing I should be doing is start another multi-chapter fic, but this has been one I've always wanted to do, because there simply isn't enough Hodgela fluff (rofl, whattabout Angins?) in the fanfic-verse. In order for this to make a smidgen of sense, Wendell was shortly after Hodgins, not like, a season and a half after. And this is based off of the mid-season five pregnancy scare thing. I don't have that particular episode in front of me to match the dialogue in the beginning, but this should give you all the same effect. Like always, thanks for reading! (:

Dr. Saroyan barged into Angela's office with an air of frustration and misery.

"Are you pregnant?" she asked, waving a white stick around in the air. Her eyes were wide, hopeful.

Angela stared back, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Her gaze alternated from Cam's I-wish-you'd-shoot-me-now expression to the little plus sign on the pregnancy test's opaque slot. And then it found its way to Hodgins, who stepped into her office through the sliding door with a shocked open mouth and two hands raised in surrender.

"Whoa, it's okay, Ange," he said, taking a few slow steps towards the two women, "Whatever you and Wendell have been--"

"Why do you ask?" she interrupted. Cam's expression had changed immediately to apologetic.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I, just...found it in the trash can and I was wondering..." She bit her lip. This was sounding worse and worse as she continued.

"Well, did it ever occur to you that it might be Bren's?" Angela asked, shrugging her shoulders.

Cam's mouth opened gratefully as she turned towards Bones' office, her excited high heels stomping across the laboratory floor along the way. Hodgins turned towards Angela, crinkling his eyebrows.

"What was that all about?" he asked, "Cam's going crazy."

Angela smirked.

"And what's the one thing that makes her crazy?"

Hodgins tilted his head, knowingly.

"Michelle."

o o o

"Are you pregnant?"

Bones looked up to the voice in her doorway. She'd been analyzing a picture of Angela's facial reconstruction. The mouth of the victim was curled into an anxious smile. Angela always liked to pen those types of things in, depending on what kind of "feel" she got the for the pile of bones that sat on the examination table. This one, apparently, carried the world on her shoulders. As Brennan saw Cam, her expression seemed oddly familiar.

"No," she replied. You could always count on Brennan for a straightforward answer. "In fact, I have not engaged in--"

"Okay," Cam interrupted, defeated. She didn't have the time to listen to Bones right now. The only thing she could even fathom doing was grabbing her daughter by the arms and shaking her back and forth until she admitted that it was all some kind of sick joke.

"Is something wrong?" Bones asked, raising her eyebrows. Cam was a pathologist, head of the Forensic Division, and ex-New Yorker. Bundle of nerves was just not her style.

"Michelle," she managed to croak out. "I found a pregnancy test in the trash can, and she was just here, and..." She trailed off, curling her hands into fists.

"Did you ask Angela?" Bones offered, "She and Wendell have definitely been knocking tennis shoes." She nodded her head self-affirmingly, her blue eyes glistening in all seriousness.

"I did," Cam replied, trying not to laugh, "And it's knocking boots."

Bones squinted. "What?"

"Nevermind."

Taking a deep breath, Cam walked back towards her office.

Michelle was going to get it.

o o o

Cam was typing at her keyboard perfunctorily as Angela entered her office. Wringing her hands, she looked to Cam with a slightly uncomfortable smile.

"Are you busy?" she asked.

Cam shook her head, pushing the keyboard a little bit in front of her. She rested her forearms on the exposed desk.

"Not at all." She rubbed her fingers against her temples, trying to relieve some pressure that had been pounding inside her head all day.

"It was mine," Angela confessed, dropping her hands to her side, "My pregnancy test, I mean."

Cam pressed her eyes shut, and muttered some words of prayer; something about god and how she'd try to keep his name out of her favorite realm of profanities from now on.

"I'm sorry, Angela," she added, trying to put on her best sympathetic face. "Or..." she continued, "Am I sorry?"

Angela nodded.

"Yes, you're sorry," she replied, shaking her head, "For barging in on me like that." She cocked her head in disapproval. Cam looked down.

"I know, I know, I apologize," she answered, glancing at Angela from her swivel chair, "It wasn't my intention to make things all...awkward." She smiled a bit, hoping to cheer Angela up with her favorite word.

"Apology accepted," she replied, with a small smirk. "I wanted to get here as soon as possible, to put you out of your misery. It must be nice knowing you won't have to break some teenage boy's neck tonight, huh?" Her smirk turned into a grin as Cam chuckled.

"It is," Cam agreed, pulling her keyboard back toward her. Angela began walking out.

"But you know what, Angela?" she called after her.

"Hm?"

"I would've just sent Booth to shoot him."

o o o

Angela sat down in her chair, placing a cautious hand over her belly. She stared at the blank screen of her computer for a few moments, trying to figure out which path to take next in her life.

"Ange?"

She looked up to see Hodgins, a zip-top bag full of green paste in his hand.

"Doctor B has another skull that needs reconstructing," he announced tiredly, "She says she'll be done with the tissue markers in ten minutes."

Angela nodded, waving her mouse on the table so that something would show up on the screen. Hodgins was a scientist, so he was observant by nature. A slip up like a blank monitor would send him into a frenzy.

"Those aren't maggots again, are they?" Angela asked, trying to divert his attention. She pointed to the strange mixture in his hand and suddenly felt the urge to throw up. Hey, she thought, at least the work environment will be a good cover up for morning sickness.

"No," Hodgins replied, blowing air through his lips. He paused for a second before grinning.

"They're frogs this time."

Angela rolled her eyes as the curly haired man in front of her chuckled.

"When are you going to tell Wendell?" he asked suddenly.

Angela's jaw dropped slightly, and she composed herself before deciding to play it off.

"Tell him what?" she replied, laughing nervously. Hodgins smirked, gesturing towards Angela's hand over her abdomen with his gaze. Angela clenched her teeth.

"Never," she mumbled.

Hodgins furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

Angela cleared her throat before she answered, looking straight into Hodgins' eyes.

"Because the baby's not his."

I would love it if you could review. Also, I think I might need a beta. I have no idea how that would work, but someone proofreading and telling me what to flesh out more sounds fabulous. So PM me, I guess, if you're willing to! It would be much appreciated!

Thanks for reading, again~