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.