I was doing my English homework when I had a chain thought (You know, like word association then I somehow reached the idea of an Angela/Hodgins fic to Baby it's Cold Outside.) Any who this will hopefully develop into a song fic within three chappies. Let me. Fore warning: I'm having focus issues so this might be poorly organized.
Disclaimer: they aren't mine. If they were I would push Roxie off a cliff and make Hodgins and Angela get married. And have some reason for Hodgins and booth to not wear shirts. So, yeah not mine.
The Christmas Eve blizzard has turned the entire D.C. area into a virtual snow globe. Normally I would be enjoying this winter wonderland from home, maybe with a hot beverage and a fresh canvas. But as of three weeks ago Roxie and I have been living together, and as of two hours ago we have no longer been girlfriend and, well, girlfriend. We had a fight, and I asked her to have her things and herself out of my apartment in an hour. But this crap weather, and the fact that I am, honest to god, driving around aimlessly has done very little to make me feel better. I'm driving, so I can't drink. And I haven't got anyone to call and cry to. So, like I said, I have no where to be, and it's been almost two hours and I'm on this familiar street surrounded by old houses, with gated drives, and hundred thousand dollar cars getting snowed in front of the garages.
That's right; I've found myself near Hodgins. I pause each time I pass the Cantilever crest on the wrought iron gate. I toss glances in on the almost empty estate. Jack doesn't have any family left, so he stays home for most holidays, or at least, he's always alone. Except for when I was with him. The house seems quiet, but I can see a fire flickering in the den off the entryway, that's where the liquor cabinet is. That's where I'd be. If I could be with him, that is. If I could tell him that I love him. I do, by the way. Love him.
As I pull away from the driveway for the second or fifth time my car makes an odd sputtering sound and stops. The engine dies. The heat cuts off. The radio, that had barely been audible, was silenced. Not fifty feet of snow away from my true love. "Shit." I sighed, to no one but myself and the snowflakes. But I'll freeze if I stay out here. So, I grab my cell, flip it open, and scroll through my speed dials and contacts. (Of course the first thing that came to mind was calling a taxi, but there's no way I'll get one out here in this storm.) So, I could call Roxie, if I'm willing to admit that I still love Hodgins, which I'm not. I could try Bren; explain that I'm sitting outside of my ex-fiancé's house and..? Besides, she's visiting Russ. Booth's out of town with Parker and Rebecca. Cam's with family as well. My dad? No, he isn't terribly happy about the Hodgins break up. Daddy doesn't get protective often, but when he does, it's not something you want to get involved in. Zack's not an option, and can't drive anyway. Daisy would tell Sweets. Sweets isn't worth the lecture on "true love". Nope, I can't call anyone. But I can't stay out here either 'cause I'll freeze to death.
The guy I'd call to save me is the guy one I reach in two minutes flat. And under most circumstances I'd already be in there, even though we aren't together anymore. So why does my breaking up with Roxie change anything? Is it because I could get him back now? What if he has someone in there? I'd die. But if he's alone and I could talk to him and maybe have a drink, apologize. Then maybe something could happen. After all it is Christmas, if I'm ever going to get a miracle, now's the time.
Okay peeps, I have little more going but it may not be done in time for Christmas. I have to be on a plane in five days. It will be a song fic, if I continue. But I need feed back, soon. Please. If you don't like to review then favorite or set an alert and then delete it, I don't care. Just lemme know if you wanna see more.
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