Disclaimer: no offence to anyone who believes in voodoo/ knows spells and thinks that I'm insulting their culture, so sorry, no offence intended to any culture/ race/ religion. Just a story J
I don't own anything. Maybe the idea, although it could've been done before, and the words, though they've probably been said before. In any case, I'm going to leave it at that, because this could get depressing J
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"Hominimmm manooowa eedlie eedlie walannn canorous…. Seeley Booth… blehdiv farkeen manoowa Temperance brennan eedlie fleen blehdiy wah…"
Muttered Angela Montenegro, completely engrossed in the faded and dog-eared book laying on the desk in her office.
"Bleediy weedy fanoon ferrrrreesh walannn hominniiimmm-"
"Ange, what are you doing?! Are you ok? Are you having a seizure?"
A concerned voice pierced her concentration and her eyes flicked up momentarily from the minuscule print on the page.
"Sorry, what?…"
She answered, in a frustrated tone.
"…Can it wait a few minutes? I'm fine, just trying to read something, Bren."
"Oh, sorry, I was just worried and-"
They were both distracted by the sound of footsteps coming towards Ange's cluttered office. She turned, and her blue eyes became momentarily brighter.
"Hi Booth!"
She almost chirped.
"Booth smiled in return, nodding to the scowling Angela, who was clearly trying to 'read' the small book again, without these two 'distractions' and their adorable denial of the relationship that was forming between them.
"Bones, Ange looks busy. Maybe we should leave her for now?"
Coaxed a slightly-more aware-of-the-incredibly-tense-atmosphere Booth, automatically placing a protective hand on Bones' lower back, easily leading her out of Ange's office.
"Bye, Angela…"
Called a confused Bones, who had clearly missed the not-so-subtle social hinting by Ange to not come anywhere near the office between 3 and 5pm.
Booth looked back into Ange's office, seeing an almost maniacal, evil grin replacing Angela's normally beautifully happy smirk. He gave an involuntary shiver. Man. She sure can look creepy…
"It's all for you, sweetie, all for you! Angela called as the lift door opened, swallowing the partners, leaving Ange to get back to work.
That was pretty close, I hope that voodoo spells don't get affected if you're interrupted while saying them.. I should've locked the door!
She chastised herself. She knew that she appeared to be getting desperate to get Hot stuff and Bren together, but Bren needed him. He was her knight in shining FBI standard issue armour, for gods sake, and Bren just couldn't see that! It was logical that Ange should give them a little push in the right direction every once in a while, in this case, a voodoo spell that was meant to make the names of the two people she had put among the voodoo words fall passionately in love overnight.
After all, Hotcakes isn't going to stick around forever…
But a niggling feeling in the back of her mind told her that he wasn't going to be giving up on 'His Bones' anytime soon.
She turned the page and started speaking the strange language again…
"Jeeedinn dooo laneen hominimmmmm feee walannnn candro… oops, uh… candororous.."
She stuttered.
Oh god, that had better not have messed it up!
She thought, panicking. However, she finished the spell, now carefully enunciating each word to try and avoid any more errors.
Well, now what we have to do is wait! She thought excitedly, twiddling her thumbs and grinning to no one in particular.
"Sweetie, you won't know what's hit you!"
She chortled gleefully, but suddenly her voice raised significantly in pitch…
"OoOhH! I feel… yurgh! Not good! I think I'm coming down with something!"
She muttered to herself, doubled over with sudden nausea.
I think it's time to go home for today!
Her brain screamed.
A few minutes after Angela practically crawled home, down on the platform, Brennan was having a fascinating conversation with Zac about Endochrondal ossification. Booth had left to pick up his son from school.
"Honestly, Zach, the epiphyseal plate is still found in those with rare birth defects, even after the specified age. The diaphysis and both epiphyses together would technically never be fused because skeletal maturity would never be reached."
Zack shook his head.
"Doctor Brennan, there is a flaw in your argument. Although your point about epiphyseal closure is valid-"
He paused, watching her face at first with amusement, then genuine concern. She had a tortured expression and her hand was clenched over her gastrointestinal tract.
"Sorry, Zack ..I…Feel a bit unwell…"
Cam chose this moment to swipe her card and arrive on the platform, clutching paperwork intended for Brennan. She was stressed and hadn't been able to get some time off for what seemed like a long, long time. One look at Brennan was all she needed.
"You feel sick too? Better take the day off, it might be catching…
She told Brennan in her brisk, polite manner.
And god knows I don't need a disease as well as no free time."
She muttered to herself. Brennan gave a curt nod, then exited, still clutching her stomach. At the moment, epiphyseal closure was just about the last thing on her mind.
Slumped in their respective beds, unbeknownst to each other, Angela and Brennan shared the exact same thought…
Why do I feel so sick?!
(Followed by retching :D)
Note: Any scientists reading this, although the argument between Zac and Brennan had true facts, I have no idea about the aging disease thing. This proves that wikipedia doesn't have every answer D:
How's Zack/Zach spelt? yargh.
That shakes the foundation of my belief system to the core, people.
And yes, Ange put a voodoo spell on Booth and Brennan to get them together, and yes, it will go wrong. I promise you.
Please review, I know it's not the most exciting beginning but I have to set the scene here
-Jenn