Zack, even though he'd had sex a grand total of seven times in his twenty-
five years of existence, was getting mental nausea from the sex vibes in the lab.
It was as if everyone was sexing up one another in a janitor's closet, with the
exception of him.
Except for Doctor Brennan, who had no clue what was going on. No one
was even listening to her. She was on yet another anthropological rant about sex
or multiple partners or any of her other usual topics.
Zack let his mind wander away from the bones laid out in front of him. The
picture of the girl looked oddly like Annie, except Annie wouldn't be caught dead
wearing that pink sweater.
"Come on, Zacky! You're totally cute, just this once." Annie begged,
playing with the hem of Zack's shirt. "It'd be fun."
"Annie, I don't think I'm ready for sex. Anthropologically speaking--"
Annie cut him off, "You're only in grad school once."
"I'm only eighteen."
"When I first saw you, do you know what I wanted?" He watched the older
woman undress in short, jerky motions, "I wanted a fuck." She started in on
Zack's shirt.
Annie started to unbutton Zack's pants, and he was too scared to resist.
Annie was a self-titled Juggelet, someone who you shouldn't really mess with.
Sighing, Annie ripped off his shirt, "Of course, why would the smart kid fall
for the goth girl?" Her nipple rings were cold against his bare chest. "I want you,
Zack. And I intend to get what I want."
Zack looked away, as if not seeing her would make Annie disappear.
"Zack!" She growled his name angrily. "Zack, Zack"
"ZACK!" He looked up to see Cam peering down at him. "Y-y-yes?"
"You alright, Zackarooni?" She asked him.
"I'm fine," He got up quickly and walked out of the lab. He exited the
building and let the chilled November air hit him. He sat on the front steps and
sighed. Annie had been haunting his thoughts more than usual as of late. It made
him wary to go outside of the lab, what if instead of him just imaging her, she was
actually there? "Zack?" His breath stopped and slowly he turned around to see
Angela. "What was that all about?" She asked softly, sitting next to him.
"Just needed some fresh air." He tried to sound casual. You really can't lie
to Angela, though. She has this way of seeing right through people, and how nice
she can be makes you melt with guilt inside.
"Zack, you can tell me anything." Her voice was soothing.
"An interesting train of thought occurred while I was inside and I figured
that fresh air might help ease the light headed-ness. Did Doctor Saroyan send
you out here?"
"Speaking of the devil." Angela muttered as Cam stuck her head outside
and called for Zack to come back inside.
Throughout the course of the day Zack was only using about half of his
brain. That was about the brainpower of an above average Asian, but even that
wasn't enough to keep up with Doctor Brennan.
"Zack, check for any other anomalies on the bones" Brennan commanded.
Zack looked up from contentedly poking himself in the stomach. "Huh?"
Cam saved his life by breezing through the lab. "It's late people, go the
hell home." She headed for the door, where Hodgins was waiting for Zack.
Seeing as though Angela was waving him over, Zack guessed they would have
some company on the ride home
The car ride was quiet at first, Zack nearly silent as he muttered the
periodic table of elements to himself. "Hydrogen, lithium, beryllium, sodium,
magnesium…"
"Were you okay today, Zack?"
"Potassium!"
"What?" Hodgins eyed Zack in the rearview mirror.
"Oh right," calcium,, "I just," rubidium, "have a headache. Strontium,
cesium, barium…
"You seemed a little off." Jack told him. But by that point in the
conversation they were at Hodgin's estate, thankfully in the garage, saving Zack
a walk. "Francium, radium, scandium…" Once the genius had reached niobium
he was alone in his apartment. It was annoyingly dark. "Molybdenum." He flicked
on the lights.
Zack stripped and walked into the bathroom turning on the hot water.
When he was in the shower he tried to sing the only song he knew the words to,
the national anthem, but three minutes into the song he realized he was no
longer singing about his great country. Even though he had no clue what the
obscene words that were escaping his mouth were, he continued singing until he
reached what he thought to be the chorus, "I'd rather cut that neck in half, I'd
rather choke on that bitch ass, I'd rather chop and never stop because you
fucked my homies." The title popped into Zack's head: Another Love Song.
Zack stopped the shower and dried off haphazardly, threw on the first shirt
and pair of sweats he found, and logged onto YouTube, Speed Racer style. He
clicked on the first result for the search "Another Love Song".
"I could buy you a Lexus truck with a white leather interior," It sounded so
familiar, "I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit just to make you a fur
coat." Possibilities raced through Zack's mainframe mind. "I could love you and
treat you with class, and have babies falling all out your ass. But thinking about
that I feel I'd rather kill you." Of course, it was his and Annie's song.
Zack turned off the monitor, afraid to hear more. He laid on his bed,
scared to go to sleep, but eventually felt himself drift into the blackness.
