A/N:The Bonesology challenge: Have the entire lab/team suspect that one of their members is not human and is, in fact, an alien.

This is a 3-part story and is obviously AU and not meant to be taken too seriously. That said, hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Bones related except my imagination.

"Man, you are just not human!" Aubrey tossed aside the gaming joystick in disgust, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What can I say?" Oliver Wells responded pompously, without any hint of modesty. "I guess it just goes to prove that in addition to my indisputable intellectual prowess, I also have the superior manual dexterity and the hand-eye coordination you only wish you could emulate."

The two men sat in front of a 60-inch computer monitor reflecting the final scores from their recent battle to the death in the digital entertainment world of Aerial Attack. Scores that favored Oliver Wells much more than they favored James Aubrey. Scattered around their feet were the remnants of a day spent as willing slaves to the gaming industry – an empty pizza box, several bags that now only contained the salty residue of the chips that used to fill them, a couple partially eaten boxes of cookies, and the crumpled cans of soda used to wash such a dietary nightmare down.

"But, it makes no sense," protested Aubrey. "Just a couple months ago, you and Hodgins said you had just started playing the game. You weren't even a Level 5 yet. I'm a Level 50 pilot, with all red gear. Practically undefeatable. It should've taken you a lot longer than just a couple months to get anywhere close to my level, let alone getting to the point where you could whoop my ass as easily as this."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Oliver consoled patronizingly. "It wasn't that easy. It took the entire day to do."

"What'd you do?" Aubrey leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest as he frowned at Oliver. "Play the game every spare minute you had in the last few months, waiting for this opportunity? I thought you said you didn't have time to spend playing games. That between your classwork and your job at the lab, that you were too busy."

Oliver's smug smile put Aubrey's teeth on edge. "I guess when you're good, you're good and it just so happens that I am damn good." Oliver cuffed Aubrey on the shoulder as he laughed mockingly. "Just face it man, if it was up to you to save the earth from alien annihilation, the human race would be going down! They'd be just as extinct as dinosaurs in no time at all."

"Aaargggh!" Aubrey groaned in frustration as he stood up and started collecting the detritus left over from their gaming-fest. They had agreed to meet on relatively neutral territory for their Aerial Attack challenge rather than at one of their homes, so they were currently holed up in a seldom used conference room at the Jeffersonian. Oliver had brought his gaming console from home and plugged it into the lab's A/V system and Aubrey had brought his copy of the game cartridge.

Aubrey had initially offered to find a spot for them to play the game at the Hoover, but Oliver had acted really nervous at the prospect of visiting the FBI headquarters, so Aubrey backed off. Some people were just funny like that and at the time, he assumed kicking Oliver's ass in the game would be a cinch, so he'd been willing to give up any sense of home field advantage, figuring it really didn't matter whose work place they were at. Now, he was wondering if he'd been set up somehow. Monday morning, he was going to call Angela and see if she could figure out if Oliver had rigged the game somehow. Oliver would have to be a damned computer game cyborg to have advanced as much as he did in such a short time. Not even being a polymath explained how quickly his skills grew. Something about the situation simply felt a little hinky to Aubrey and after a couple of years working under the auspices of Seeley Booth, Aubrey had learned that it was usually best for an agent to trust his gut instincts.

He tossed a handful of debris into the trash can in the corner of the room, rescuing a last oreo from its package and popping it in his mouth. No point letting food go to waste. "Geez. I can't believe it's almost 1 o'clock in the morning. It's a good thing tomorrow's Sunday and I can sleep in, but Jessica's gonna be pissed at me for not even calling her to tell her goodnight. I really gotta get home."

Oliver snorted as he packed up the gaming console he'd brought with him. "Women. I often wonder - are they really worth the trouble?"

Aubrey quirked an eyebrow at Oliver. "Surely, you've been with enough women before to know the answer to that question. With a good one, the benefits totally outweigh the aggravations."

"What?" Oliver looked startled. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course." Oliver shrugged his shoulder, acting casual. "I mean, I totally understand that all species need to procreate and that that need sometimes drives individuals, especially men it seems, to exhibit behavioral patterns that are not completely rational, or in some cases are downright unhealthy, in order to satiate the desire for sexual intercourse, but, you know . . . once the sex is over. Women want to be held and cuddled and they expect you to say nice things to them. Physiologically, the human body typically needs to recharge after a coital engagement, but women expect the seduction to keep going on."

Aubrey slipped his jacket on over his shoulder and started heading for the door, shaking his head as he went and figuring he'd send Jessica a text once he got to his car and away from Oliver. "Man, if you're the type of guy who finishes the act and just rolls over to go to sleep, then it's no wonder you don't understand whether or not women are worth it. You're supposed to be such a genius, but when it comes to dealing with people, Angela's right, you're a clueless douche and if you somehow cheated in our game tonight, I will figure it out." Aubrey lifted his hand in a farewell gesture. "I'll see you around."

Oliver watched Aubrey walk down the hall towards the elevator that led to the parking garage and wondered exactly what he'd done to overplay his hand this time. Engaging in a competitive bout of video gaming coupled with trash-talking your opponent was supposed to help establish a bond of friendship between the participants, but his intuition was telling him that this time, the opposite effect had occurred. Agent Aubrey now appeared to be both annoyed with and suspicious of him, and that was not the outcome he'd hoped to achieve when he challenged Aubrey to a match.

A/N: So, do you think Oliver could be an alien? Stay tuned to see what I decided ….