If this seems familiar, it's because I originally had all of my one-shots in one story. I've decided to continue them during the summer, so I had to put them into their own stories. Sorry for the confusion. Oh, and, much as I wish it were otherwise, I don't own Bones. Also, this story takes place during the episode "Man In the Fallout Shelter" and CONTAINS SPOILERS. Also, I do not own the song "Dem Bones."
Angela stumbled into the lab, grinning. "Zachy!" she slurred. "You should really try some of the eggnog. Really."
Zach glared impatiently at Angela, decked head to toe in a garish elf costume complete with bell-topped green shoes. "I happen to be working. If we are all stuck here together, we may as well be productive."
"Oh. I see. You're celebrating Christmas with a skeleton because you have no people skills. Poor Zachy. We need to find you a girl," Angela stated seriously.
Flustered, Zach returned to his work. "Christmas is a day selected to prevent conflict with the pagans celebrating the winter solstice and has no connection to the birth of Jesus Christ, if he existed at all. Remember?"
"You're avoiding the point," Angela said firmly. "You're celebrating Christmas with a skeleton. Skeleton, as in a dead person. Not alive. Dead."
Zach ignored Angela as he scanned the cranium for particulates as Angela, swaying from side to side, started to sing, "The hipbone's connected to the … backbone! The backbone's connected to the … head bone!"
Infuriated, Zach wheeled around to face the now screeching Angela, his face a shade of bright crimson. "I cannot permit you to display such a blatant disregard for science. I will not allow it. The 'hipbone' is the pelvis, specifically the coccyx, sacrum, and coxa. The 'backbone' is the vertebra, divided into the lumbar, thoracic, and cervical vertebrae. And the 'head bone' is the skull. Despite your title of artist, you work in a scientific facility, and I will not permit you to refer to anything as a 'head bone.' Please, show some respect for the science. I like science. So never refer to the skull, as a 'head bone' ever again. Do we have an understanding? Do we?"
Angela, bewildered and slightly disturbed by Zach's quiet lecture, murmured, "I think I'll go find Booth now. He's fun when he's high. Maybe we'll photograph our butts…"
"GLUTEUS MAXIMUSES!"