Bonesology fanfic challenge: What if various Bones characters have met in the past just for a moment in time? Some remember later some don't." So there it is. What if Brennan and Booth had met when they were younger and neither remembered until something comes up to remind them? What if Aubrey and Hodgins had been in the same class in college? Use your imagination and come up with something really wild. This suggestion will cover the next two weeks so we want to see you do several possibilities! Do a multi-chapter fic with several pairings or a one-shot. We don't mind, just give us your weirdest and wackiest! Good luck

A/N: Okay I'm going to handle this as multiple stand-alone stories. They are going to be short stories, but not drabbles. You know I'm too wordy for those.

I don't own Bones.

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Making quick sketches in her sketch pad of the various patrons and employees that came and went, Angela sat in the coffee shop while her father was wrapping up a set. Billy had noticed the constant interruptions by his daughter were starting to annoy the band and he realized that she was going to be a pain in the neck unless he allowed her to leave. "Okay Darlin', why don't you go down to the coffee shot next door and get something to eat. I'll be along in about an hour."

Grateful, Angela pecked her father's cheek and left as quickly as possible. Usually she loved hanging out with her father, but she had recently turned seventeen and she was starting to feel like her wings were being clipped by her father. She wanted to do something with her life, but so far all she had done was travel with her father and the band. She yearned to be free and as soon as she had her high school certificate she planned to enroll in art school and finally start her life.

After her order arrived, she put her sketch book down, slowly ate from a bowl of tortilla soup and noticed a young man enter the shop and slouch over to the counter. His hair was wild and curly and he was dressed rather poorly. The man rummaged around in his pants pocket, counted out some change and bought a cup of coffee in a 'to go' cup. Feeling sorry for him, Angela motioned towards one of the waitresses and once she was next to her, Angela gave her a twenty and told her to give the man whatever he wanted to eat. Angela was certain the young man was a poor college student or perhaps someone down on his luck and she knew that she couldn't just eat her bowl of soup and let someone leave that was probably hungry.

The waitress approached the young man and smiled. "That young lady over there wants to buy you dinner if you'll let her."

At first annoyed, Hodgins turned to look at the young girl and was instantly struck by her exotic good looks. After ordering a turkey sandwich with fries on the side to go, Hodgins asked for the change, picked up his cup of coffee and walked over to the booth where the beautiful young lady was sitting. "Thank you."

Surprised that the young man had accepted her offer and even more surprised that he had thanked her, Angela smiled. "You're welcome. Are you a college student? I'm going to go to art school in a few months and I know college expenses can be tough."

"They can be, thanks." Hodgins found the whole thing amusing, but he wasn't about to admit he was rich and that he had just forgot his wallet in his dorm room. The young girl deserved to be thanked for doing a good deed and there was no way he was going to embarrass her. "I wish I could stay and talk, but I'm on the way to a night class. Maybe I'll see you around."

Fascinated with the young man's good looks and beautiful eyes, Angela sighed and shook her head. "I'm traveling with my father and we're going back to Texas tonight."

"Well it was nice to meet you and thanks for the sandwich and fries." Hodgins smiled and tried to hand Angela the change from the twenty.

Quickly shaking her head Angela pushed Hodgins' hand away. "No you keep it. I don't need it."

Her graciousness made his heart skip a beat and Hodgins wished he could sit down and talk to this intriguing young lady, but he had a mid-term he needed to get to. "Well thank you. Bye."

She watched him walk away and even though he was of average height, Angela found that his body was quite attractive especially his butt. Opening her sketch pad, she quickly drew the man's face and compact body and wished she could get him to pose nude for her.

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Michael Vincent was finally asleep and Angela was moving quietly though her art studio at home, looking through old sketch books trying to come up with an idea for a new painting. As she flipped through one of her earlier books, she stopped and stared in shock at a sketch she didn't remember doing. "Oh my God." She studied the sketch and she knew that sometimes Fate was a wondrous and scary thing. "This is Hodgins, but how . . . where . . . when?" For the life of her she could not remember meeting her future husband before they met at the Jeffersonian, but there he was, that beautiful body, that wild hair and that wonderful little smile. "I can't believe this." And though she was stunned with the discovery, she was awed that somehow, they had met before for a brief moment in time and that somehow they had met again.

She knew that she had found her inspiration and knew what she would paint next. A young Jack Hodgins before life had made him paranoid and distrustful. A man beginning life's journey and not yet marked by time who would someday meet her again and make her very happy giving her a son she absolutely adored and a life she wouldn't trade for anything.

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