A/N: I'm stuck on my Bonesology End of Summer Challenge, so I wrote this. I've had the idea for this rolling around for a while now... I don't know how long it will be probably 5 chapters or so.

Hodgins had been in the rehabilitation hospital for a little over a week he was doing okay with endless hours of therapy to get stronger and learn how to do things with only his arms for support. He'd started working on getting himself in and out of his wheelchair a few days ago. He was dreading this afternoon, Angela was bringing Michael Vincent for a visit. Hodgins missed his son and wanted to see him, but he didn't want Michael Vincent to see him like he was. He knew he couldn't hide from his son forever, but a few more weeks would be nice. This would be the first time Michael Vincent had seen him since the accident. While he was in the hospital it had been easy to postpone Michael Vincent's visits because he wasn't allowed in the I.C.U., but now that he was settled in the rehabilitation center, Hodgins had no more excuses. Hodgins smiled when the door to his room opened and Michael Vincent walked in, "hey, Buddy…"

"Hi Dad." Michael Vincent stood stock still at the foot of the bed. "You can come closer, buddy." Michael walked up to the side of the bed, that's when Hodgins noticed his backpack. "What did you bring?"

"My homework. We have to collect and identify leaves and name the parts. I got the leaves, but I need you to help me with the rest of it."

Hodgins smiled, "okay get your stuff out." They had just started working when Hodgins' nurse came in. "Jack, the activity room is free for the next two hours, it might be more comfortable for the two of you to work in there at a big table. Besides you need to get out of bed for a while."

"Yeah okay. Pack your stuff up, Buddy and go with mom, I'll meet you there.

"Okay." Michael Vincent put everything back in his backpack and went to go stand by Angela. The nurse wheeled the chair into position beside the bed. Hodgins noticed that Michael Vincent was watching him.

"Angie..."

"No. Michael Vincent needs to see what our new normal is now…"

"Ange…"

"No!"

"Jack, you need to do this now waiting isn't going to make it any easier." Hodgins sighed and began lifting himself into his wheelchair. Once the nurse left Hodgins smiled at Michael Vincent and wheeled out of the room and down the hall to the activity room. After Angela helped Michael Vincent and Hodgins get settled she went to the car for her sketch pad.

"Dad, does it hurt?"

"No. It did at first, the night it happened it hurt a lot, but now it doesn't."

"That's good."

"Yeah." Hodgins reached for the handout that explained exactly what needed to be done. From the corner of his eye Hodgins saw Michael Vincent touch his leg. Hodgins put his hand on top of Michael Vincent's. "I can't feel your hand on my leg. I know you're touching my leg because I can see your hand there, but I can't feel anything…"

"Will you ever be able to?"

"I don't know. The doctors don't either, we just have to wait and see if my nerves heal so I can feel again. We can still do all the things we did before, we just might have to do some things differently. Mom might have to help some too."

"Okay…" Hodgins noticed the tears rolling down Michael Vincent's cheeks and pulled him in to a hug, thankful he still had full function in his arms. "I'm fine buddy. Yeah this is a big deal, but I'm okay. I'm working every day to get better and stronger so I can come home to you and mom. I know you're scared, that's okay. Mom and I are too, but it's going to get better we'll get used to me being in this chair. Bring in this chair isn't so bad, it means I can do things with you and mom instead of lying in bed all the time. When I get home, you and I will have to think of something to do to the chair to make it look really cool." Angela chose that moment to come back in the room, she frowned as soon as she realized that Michael Vincent was crying. "Hodgins? Michael?"

"Angie, it's okay. I'll tell you later…" Angela nodded, having a pretty good idea what the problem was. She kissed the top of Michael Vincent's head and Hodgins' cheek. Angela quietly slid a box of tissues closer to Hodgins before sitting on the chair in the corner. After another few minutes Hodgins pulled back and smiled at Michael Vincent, "Feel better?" Hodgins pulled a few tissues free and handed them to Michael Vincent.

"Yeah."

"Good, now let's do your homework and afterward maybe you and mom can stay for dinner, its meatloaf day. It's actually really good." Hodgins looked at Angela who nodded. "After dinner I can ask a nurse to bring a videogame console to my room and we can play for a little while."

"Okay." For the next hour and a half Angela watched Hodgins help Michael Vincent with his homework, it was normal if you ignored the type of chair Hodgins was sitting in and the occasional announcement over the P.A. system. A few hours later Angela covered up Michael Vincent who was asleep in the recliner next to Hodgins' bed. "He's out cold. He hasn't slept that well since Brennan and Booth told him about your accident, I tried but I couldn't do it. It was hard for Brennan to tell him, but at least she was still forming coherent sentences. She didn't get too squinty, she answered all his questions the best she could then she just held him until Booth made us both go to bed. They didn't leave that night. In fact Brennan stayed with us for three days. All I remember is her being there and Booth bringing Christine over to try and get Michael Vincent to play or do something. They ended up watching a movie with me…"

"Angie, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not yours or anyone else's fault. I did the same for Brennan when Booth was 'dead' and we kept Christine with us a lot when their house was a mess and Booth was in jail."

"Yeah. Come here." Angela walked to the other side of the bed and sat down, Hodgins leaned forward and kissed her. "I love you, Angela."

"I love you too, Hodgins. What was wrong with Michael Vincent when I came in from getting my sketch pad?"

"He asked me if it hurt, I told him it did when it happened, but it doesn't now. Then he put his hand on my leg and I had to tell him I knew his hand was on my leg because I could see it there, but I couldn't FEEL his hand on my leg. Then he asked me if I'd ever be able to feel again and I told him that nobody knew that we had to wait and see if my nerves healed, that's when he started crying."

"Oh Hodgins…"

"I'm fine Ange. Can you bring Michael Vincent back tomorrow?"

"Of course. It's a school night so we won't be able to stay long, but we can come for dinner."

"Okay."

"I guess I should get Michael Vincent home soon."

"Yeah. You could have helped him with his homework…"

"I know, I offered so did Brennan, but he wanted you. He misses you…"

"I know, I miss him, too."

"Okay, so from now until you get out of here, Michael Vincent will visit at least every other day and the whole weekend…"

"Okay."

A half hour later Angela woke a grumpy Michael Vincent up so he could give Hodgins a hug goodbye before they went home. After they left Hodgins asked a nurse to help him get ready for bed and he fell into the best sleep he'd had since the accident as soon as his head hit the pillow forty minutes later.