Hello! Okay so here is some more angst for us all! I love writing this most of the time but sometimes I shock myself with sad thoughts so then I go write a happy fic so look out for that soon! I own nothing… well…no…I own nothing. Enjoy!
'Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.'
An agonizing silence hung over them. The kind of silence that fills a room and suffocates all in it. Angela widened her teary eyes, daring him to speak.
'I have some more phone calls to make' he muttered reaching for the phone once again.
That wasn't really what she was looking for but it broke the silence.
'I can make them if you want' she offered.
'I have it under control' he shrugged dismissively.
'Okay then let me make you some breakfast' she turned towards the door.
'I'm not hungry' Hodgins told her as he dialed a number.
'For fuck sake Jack let me do something' Angela threw up her arms in frustration.
Hodgins sighed and looked down at the desk. 'Breakfast would be nice, thanks'
'Okay then' Angela smiled weakly.
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Angela always found it strange how the world continued after death. Life goes on. This was the thought that filled her head as she reached for the radio that rested on the window sill. She stopped herself briefly, thinking that it was in some way disrespectful but decided that above all, she couldn't take the silence that once again filled the house.
She leaned absentmindedly against the sink as the unmistakable vocals of Nick Cave filled the kitchen.
To
our love send a dozen white lilies It
ain't that in their hearts they're bad People they ain't no
good
To our love send a coffin of
wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That
people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the
letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all
the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good
They can comfort you, some
even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you
when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're
bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just
bullshit
People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good
'That's enough of that' Angela thought pulling herself together and walking to the fridge.
'Practically empty' Angela whispered to herself 'and who's turn was it to do the shopping?'
Food. She definitely needed to find a way of getting some into the house before Hodgins' mum came.
'Omelette it is' she spotted 4 eggs on the shelf.
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'Poor Hodgins' Cam sighed.
'Should we send flowers?' Zach asked looking around to each of them anxiously.
'How is he?' Booth asked genuinely concerned.
'Not good' Brennan shook her head.
'You know what's sort of strange, I don't think I ever remember him talking about his father' Zach mused aloud. 'Ever.'
'Are you surprised?' Booth asked. 'Remember who is father was, the whole Cantilever Group factor, I mean he hated us knowing…who he was.'
A beat passed as they each nodded silently.
'We should definitely send flowers' Zach concluded.
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'What time does your mum's flight get in?' Angela asked semi-sitting on the desk, as Hodgins finished the omelette.
'About four and I've organised for the undertakers to meet us at the airport' he checked his watch.
'I'll make up a room for your mum then' Angela walked to door, she stopped suddenly to turn around, realising that the house was once Hodgin's parents home. 'Which room was theirs?'
'Ours' Hodgins answered quietly.
'Oh' Angela said, not knowing what to say next.
'She won't care which room she sleeps in' Hodgins scribbled something down a piece of paper.
'I guess not' Angela nodded 'do you want me to go to the airport with you?' she asked, silently begging that his answer would be yes.
'I'd prefer to go on my own' he said unapologetically.
Angela took a deep breath in, turned on her heels and walked out the door.
Hodgins stared absent-mindedly at the space were she had been standing until the abrupt ring of the phone cleared his thoughts.
'Hello?' he said rubbing his eyes furiously with his right hand.
'Jack' a soft voice breathed sympathetically. 'I'm so sorry'
Clarissa.
'How's your mum'? she asked with genuine concern.
'In a state of shock I think' he answered truthfully. 'I don't know how she's going to cope.' Hodgins shook his head. Why was he telling her this so easily when Angela was begging for him to open up to her?
'She'll get through it' Clarissa said confidently. 'I did and your mother is a much stronger woman than I am.'
Hodgins smiled. 'Thanks'
'You'll let me know the arrangements?' she asked clearing her throat.
'of course'
'It'll be okay Jack, I promise' Clarissa said confidently.
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It was 5.30 as Angela filled up the fridge with food she hoped Mrs. Hodgins would like. She had spoken to the women once or twice on the phone when she would answer Hodgins' cell when he was out of the room but that was it. Now she has to meet her under the worst possible circumstances. What would say to her? What could she say to her? 'Nice to meet you' didn't seem appropriate in the slightest. 'I'm sorry for your loss' didn't seem enough. Angela knew hardly anything of Mr. Hodgins, only that he had been very influencal regarding the Cantilever Group in the 1970's. She needed to know more about the man she was mourning. Though she had been living in the house for months and had quickly began calling it 'home', the nervous feeling you get when poking around some else's house filled her as she rifled threw the dozens of photo albums that had been carefully stored in large antique drawers in the living room. She had begged Hodgins to go through them with her many times but they had never got around to it and she hadn't felt comfortable looking at them without him. But this was different. This was for him.
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The next chapter will probably be up in about 2 weeks or so because I'll more than likely be away for a while. Well hope ye enjoyed that one! Let me know! Jo
