Title: Sixteen Years
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately
A/N: This is just a little ficlet I got inspiration from a picture for. It's my very first Hodgins/Angela Fic and I'd love any feedback :)
Sixteen years. It had been sixteen years since Angela had visited this place last. Only when she really needed to be comforted did she feel the need to visit again…
She stood at the waters edge, looking out. Vast quantities of never ending, deep, blue ocean spread out in front of her. She stood on the furthest point of land that stretched far out over the water, waves lapping rhythmically from her right. The sun was setting low in the sky, casting long, dark, crooked shadows across the less than perfect sand dunes behind her. Grass patches clung on between rocks and under abandoned drift wood along the shore. They rustled and whistled in the wind, sending Angela into an evocative trance.
Her eyes fluttered closed, then open again, to rest on the dancing water. Light from the setting sun was being cast into a thousand and one shimmering flecks upon the waters surface, and reflected in her wide brown eyes. Closing her eyes again she cast her memories back to that first time on this very beach. When the sun had been high, when the sky had been a tinge of blue that could only been captured at the height of summer, and when the ocean had lain still and welcoming.
Shouts of happiness and laughter echoed though her ears, replacing the sadness, stress and confusion that had filtered through her mind for the past few weeks. Her work wasn't the easiest. Then, for the briefest of moments, she could feel the warmth of the sun on her bare arms like so long ago.
No, that wasn't the remnants of a long lost memory. She opened her eyes, leaning into the touch and turned gradually to be captured in the gaze of a pair of startling blue eyes; eyes that could see right through and into her, eyes that had memorised every part of her, eyes that she trusted, remembered… loved.
She smiled. That smile that had captured his heart, that had knocked him off his feet so many times at work, and that had reassured him and comforted him in nights of uncertainty and distress. He lifted his hands and entwined his fingers with hers, standing motionless and still looking, searching her face.
"Jack," she whispered.
"Angela," he replied, in his slightly dry, deep voice. Stepping closer, he released his left hand and brushed a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek. "Are you sad?" he tilted his head in concern, never letting his eyes leave hers.
"No," she uttered between a sigh, "Happy." She smiled, and lowered her lips to his for one long, sweet kiss. For that split moment the waves seemed to slow and the grass halted their playful tunes thrown in the wind.
Breaking apart, he looked down then back to her face, unable to keep his eyes from hers for too long. "It's beautiful," he thought aloud, and she smiled shyly, her eyes falling behind her lose curled fringe. He loved the effect he had on her. He loved even more, the effect she had on him.
"I've got good memories here," she announced, smiling crookedly to the floor then back at him.
"Well then, let's make some more…" He raised an eye brow suggestively, and laughing, she allowed herself to be led by his hand back to his mini parked further inland.
The End