Title: Home
Summary: Zach is thinking about home while inside the mental institution. Songfic to Ingrid Michaelson's song "Are we there yet?"
Author: MsliveforChrist
Disclaimer: Sadly neither BONES nor the song "Are we there yet?" belong to me, I'm just borrowing them
Warnings: N/A
I want to dedicate this story to Oh My Goshness who gave me my first ever review. It made my day when I saw it.

They say that home is where the heart is
I guess I haven't found my home
And we keep driving round in circles
Afraid to call this place our own
And are we there yet?

If home is where the heart is than Zach Addy has never really had a home, unless you count the Jeffersonian. Sure in Michigan there had been people who loved him but he never really fit in there. And when he lived with Hodgins he loved it there but it wasn't really home.

They say there's linings made of sliver
Folded inside each raining cloud
Well, we need someone to deliver
Our silver lining now

He sat on his bed and stared out the window at the clouds. People said there was always a silver lining, but Zach couldn't seem to find the silver lining in this cloud he was in. He had lost his job, his family hated him, and his friends were disappointed in him. He desperately needed someone to show him the silver lining now.

And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home
Home, home, home

He wants to go home. More than anything else in the world he just wants to go home.

They say you're not really somebody
Until somebody else loves you
Well, I am waiting to make somebody
Somebody soon

Zach had never really been in love; sure he had liked Naomi from Paleontology, but that hadn't really been love. But Zach was ready for love, and after everything he had been through he needed love. And he wanted to give someone all of the love that he has in his heart.

And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home
Home, home, home

He needed a home where all the pain and confusion, and heartbreak could just disappear.

Where you will lie on the rug
While I play with the dog
And it won't be too much for me to hold
This is too much for me to hold

He wanted a home where things could be simple and easy. Right now life was too much for him to carry. He just didn't know how he was going to make it through today, and tomorrow, and every day after that.

Home, home, home
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home
Home, home, home, home
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there?

When is he finally going to be home?