In Limbo
Tiny Hodgela drabble, set immediately post death of the queen bee. This is the conversation that the Angela and Hodgins that live in my head decided to have at midnight last night- enjoy.
They walk together out of the bar, arm around shoulder, arm around waist- it's a little too familiar to suit a post breakup friendship but they don't notice- intrinsically comfortable with each other.
"I'm sorry I told Wendell about the almost baby, it was genuinely unintentional" he mutters as they stand on the curb, side by side, waiting to hail a taxi.
"I know, it's ok, if I was in your position I'd have assumed he knew if I knew too"
"Why did you tell me first? I mean I know Wendell wasn't there but Dr B is your best friend, I thought...." he trails off.
Turning her big brown eyes on his deep blue ones she tries to answer "I know Brennan is but your...Jack your...." she sighs tears springing up, and averts her gaze before she drowns in those eyes.
"Just a guy who can't get over you" He says it with a smirk in his voice but she knows he is serious, and that if she looks over at him instead of the busy DC street she'd see a world of pain and loss in his face.
She wants to say that just is the wrong word, that knowing he still loves her means everything and that she loves him too and always has but fear chokes her up, this isn't the right time- it has to be the right time because she knows they won't get a third chance a happiness so instead she smiles back, one small smile, appropriate to a joke that wasn't very funny, says goodbye and gets into a cab- leaving him, herself, them inlimbo once again.