ETN: Oh I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying this. It's so much fun! So, to continue on with our fun, I'm updating! Yay! Hope ya'll have fun with this one, I know I did just picturing it in my head.


Chapter 2-Impossible

Whoever said 'nothing is impossible' never tried slamming a revolving door.

-Anonymous


When Brennan and Booth entered the Jeffersonian one mild afternoon, they were alarmed to hear sounds of chaos emitting from the platform in which Jack Hodgins and Zach Addy usually worked from. Exchanging glances, they hurried toward the source of the commotion. As they approached the platform, the sounds of chaos cleared into sounds of laughter from two people. Swiping cards, the FBI agent and forensic anthropologist headed up the stairs, onto the platform and were met with the sight of Angela and Jack sitting in chairs and laughing so hard they were both crying whilst the other young man stood across from them, his back to the new arrivals, one hand on his head.

"What is going on here?" Brennan asked, slightly miffed that the three hadn't been working on their latest case. At the sound of her voice, Zach whipped around, the hand covering his right eye.

"Nothing," he mumbled, trying to scurry off to be somewhere else. A large hand stopped him instead.

"Zach, what happened?" Booth questioned, brown eyes full of concern and slow burning anger. Sighing, the young anthropologist removed his hand, revealing a rapidly bruising area near his right eye in an odd shape. It wasn't shaped at all like a fist or anything…more like a long rectangular shape. It was obvious he had been hit with something. "Zach, who attacked you?" the agent asked as he and Brennan studied the bruising area. Hodgins snorted at this, vainly trying to swallow down a laugh. The two ignored him and kept their gaze on the younger man.

"Who ever said that nothing is impossible, obviously never tried to slam a revolving door," he mumbled. Booth blinked and tried to fight down the smile that was tugging at his lips.

"I don't know what that means," Brennan claimed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Another strangled laugh escaped Hodgins with an Angela giggle close behind.

"Bones, it means that…Zach here tried to slam a revolving door…and ended up getting hit with it instead…" Roars of laughter emerged then from the platform and one very exasperated (and slightly miffed) Zach Addy with one hand clamped over his right eye hurried down and out of sight, mumbling something about doors and the impossible.


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Preview for the next oneshot:

"This is so pointless! I mean, what is supposed to protect us from that, air? It doesn't work like that! Why don't people understand?!" Angela ranted, gaining several strange looks from the other restaurant patrons. "Oh don't tell me you don't feel the same way. It doesn't work and you all know it!"