Guess I'm feeling really inspired today. Two new stories today! I have one more I'm still working on too...besides the ones that are already out there. Well you all know that Brennan and Booth are my first love and that I love them with all of my heart. I love writing about them...but I got inspired. Uh oh. Lol Well...I really like this and am looking forward for what I have for it. Hodgins and Angela:) 'cause admit it...we're all dying for them to get back together!

-Lacey


He looked across the platform at the beautiful woman he wished he could call his. Her laugh intoxicated the air filling it with temptation and regret. He inhaled deeply. What would he do just to hold her again? Her long dark hair cascaded down softly and he could almost smell the lilac shampoo that he knew she used bouncing off of every curl. He shook his head and looked back down at the specimen under the microscope. Never again, you blew it.

He'd do it all for that crazy woman. He chuckled quietly to himself—earning a bewildered glance from Wendell.

Wendell, Angela's boyfriend . . . he was a nice guy, Hodgins supposed. A little young, but it was Angela's life. If she was happy, he was happy, right? He just wanted the best for her, right? Who was he kidding? He was miserable. Every time they touched, he felt a stab in his chest. Every time she flashed those pearly white teeth at him, Hodgins wanted to crawl up in his bed and sob fiercely.

You know, if you would've just trusted her…you would have been married by now. You would be holding her every night in your arms. She would probably be pregnant with your child. You would be happy.

He scoffed. What the hell was happiness? He didn't know anymore. He was always a generally cranky guy, except for when he was with his Angela. Even he could see the silver lining with her. Without her there was no silver lining, not when she was going home with Wendell. He always felt like king of the lab around her. Hell, he felt like king of the world around her. He would trade the title over to any intern anytime if it meant that he was Angela's again. Nothing meant anything without her.

She doesn't love him. He tried to convince himself of that everyday since he found out that they were dating. He could see that she was only minimally happy with the young anthropologist. Angela always complained about how Dr. Brennan was oblivious to such things, but she was doing exactly what her best friend does. She was hiding from the truth she didn't want to accept.

He saw it sometimes. That glimmer in her eyes that for a moment convinced him that maybe she missed him. It convinced him that maybe they would have a chance again someday. He caught himself counting the differences in her relationship with Wendell and how it used to be with him. She didn't kiss Wendell, he kissed her. She didn't seem nearly as enthusiastic when kissing Wendell as she did when she kissed him. She didn't smile like she did before. She didn't steal Wendell kisses or flirt with him at work, oblivious to the colleagues who cleared their throats whenever they touched. Wendell and Angela weren't—and aren't—in love.

Wendell was just a kid, maybe a little older than Sweets, maybe the same age. Wendell wasn't ready for a woman like Angela. No one was, because no one would ever deserve her. Hodgins would damn well try though. That was his mission: he would make her fall in love with him all over again.

He caught himself staring at her again. She was talking to Cam and her silky smooth voice resounded sweeter than any music he'd ever heard in his ears. Cam laughed and placed a soft hand on Angela's arm and then departed.

Angela glanced at Hodgins. He dropped his gaze away from her. He felt her eyes burning into his back. He wondered what she was thinking and if it was about him. And if she was indeed thinking about him, was she thinking what he thought?

Angela tried to avert her eyes from Hodgins' back, as she had been staring at it for a solid minute or two. She missed him sometimes. She wondered when she would give up her damn façade and go back to him. She still loved him, if she was being honest. She wanted more than the young boy could give her. She wanted more than an attraction. She wanted more than casual sex. She wanted to walk down that aisle again. She dreamt about him again last night.

That time he was strangled. He always had to die in her dreams lately—or nightmares seemed more appropriate a word. Wendell killed him, as he always did. Every time she awoke crying. She cried and she screamed. She was vengeful against Wendell in those dreams. She knew this had to mean something completely screwed up, but she didn't dare confront Sweets about it. That was a conversation she could skip.

The truth was she was scared. She was no better than her best friend. She was terrified to return to the only man she could ever love. So, she played around with the boy who she felt nothing for. The sex was great…not the best she ever had. No, that was Hodgins. Everything was Hodgins.

She was terrified that it wouldn't work. Ironically, that's the reason it didn't work. She made up excuses, she lied to herself. She did whatever it would take to get away from this. She always thought she was brave…she didn't feel so brave anymore. He didn't trust her…yeah they could've gotten past that. They could've worked things out. He wanted to, but she was too stupid to trust him to take care of her.

She thought about mending it all up right now. He deserved better, though.

Hodgins heard clanking jewelry and sensed Angela approaching. He smiled.

"Hey there" She smiled as she tapped him on the shoulder. "What's that you're working on?"

"Uhh…just looking at some particulates…nothing really interesting." He scratched his head. Was he nervous? Damn, he was never nervous! "How are things with…um…Wendell?"

"Good…good" She lied. "Thanks for asking"

"Yeah…" He didn't know what to say.

Angela looked at him curiously. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she was going to roll with it. What's the worst that could happen?

"Listen, do you wanna go get a coffee? Let's get out of here." A smile twitched at her lips waiting for him to accept her invitation.

"Yeah…that sounds great" He smiled genuinely. Maybe his mission wouldn't be too hard after all. But then again…this is Angela Montenegro.


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