Author's Note: This might sound a little odd, but I got the idea for this while listening to the Backstreet Boys song "Incomplete"...hence the title, I guess. I couldn't really think of anything better. Also, this is my first time writing anything for this fandom, but I've lurked around for a while and noticed a distinct lack of Hodgins/Zach, so I thought I'd try my hand at a drabble type fic. I gave it a once over, but there's no beta, so any mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
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Jack climbs into the car, trying to keep himself from glancing in the direction of the now empty apartment above the garage. He starts to back out, then pauses, looking up at Zach's apartment. He feels the familiar myriad of emotions.
Guilt; I should have taught him better, made him see that he wasn't alone. I should have protected him.
Anger; How could he do this to us!?
Love; Zach Addy, the young genius who captured my heart the first time I saw him. Not that he ever figured it out. All those years flirting, the kid is so oblivious. Not that I knew it right away either...but that's a different story.
Hate; Damn Gorgmagon. If Booth hadn't...
Longing; A nice cabin in the woods, far away from everything, so I can just hold him.
Sorrow; That won't happen now.
Hope; But maybe Sweets can get him out...
Delight; When Zach gets out...
Hopelessness; What good is that hack of a shrink?
And then, nothing. He becomes a hollow being with no purpose, no reason for living; yet he has no reason not to live. So, he exists; an incomplete shell of the man he used to be; caught in an abyss of empty melancholy. That is the feeling that accompanies him as he finally backs out of his driveway and heads for work.