A Day in the Life FanFic Challenge: This is a Bonesology fanfic challenge story. It centers on a minor character and portrays a day in their life that shows us a behind the scenes day at the Lab, the FBI . . . anywhere our heroes will be.
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He'd had a rough week and he couldn't seem to shake the tiredness he constantly felt. His enthusiasm for food and company seemed to be a bit poor too. His grandson and his little family had visited with him an entire weekend and that seemed to give him reasons to get up in the morning, but still when your clock is winding down then the inevitable seems to be just around the corner.
Reading a newspaper in bed, his door suddenly opened and Bill leaned through the doorway. "There you are . . . what the hell are you doing in here? You're supposed to at the dominoes tournament beating the shit out of Clyde Barrows."
Hank pulled his glasses down on his nose and looked at his friend over the tops. "I'm not playing. I got nothing to prove."
Quickly entering the room, Bill closed the door behind him, strode across the room and stopped beside the bed. Glaring down at his friend, Bill jammed his hands on his hips. "Get your fat ass out of this bed right now . . . I have money riding on that tournament you hear me? You promised me that you'd play in the tournament and wipe Clyde's nose in the dirt and I'm holding you to it." Bill was worried about his friend. Hank had been feeling down for a couple of weeks and Bill was worried that Hank was slowly moving towards Death's waiting arms. He'd seen it before and he wasn't ready for Hank to shuffle off this mortal coil just yet. "Come on."
"You know I'm not so tired I can't still pop you one." Hank took his glass off and placed them and his newspaper down on the bed and moved towards the edge of the mattress. "You should respect your elders better than that."
With a snort, Bill stepped over to the door and grinned. "Elder my ass . . . you're eight years older than me. Big deal. Besides, I was Marine and no fucking Army ground pounder is going to pop me one and get away with it."
Irritated, Hank stood up and looked for his shoes. "I was military police you idiot and do you actually eat with that mouth?" His shoes where he'd left them, he slipped the loafers on his feet.
"I only talk like that around you because those are the only words you seem to pay attention to and I wouldn't be bragging about being a military policeman if I was you. " Bill was pleased to see that Hank was moving around. He had been worried that Hank was going to make him leave. "You were still Army and I'm sure your mother was embarrassed for you."
Hank knew that his friend Bill was winding up to make him move and he was actually grateful to him for it. Sometimes he needed a push to get his day moving and Bill knew all the right buttons to push. "Okay Gunny, you leave my mother out of it . . . if she'd heard the way you talk sometimes, she'd have forced you to eat a cake of soap, hell maybe a case of soap. No one cursed around my mother and got away with it."
Amused, Bill laughed. "You're probably right if she was anything like my mother . . . man one time she heard me cuss out my brother for being the dope he was and she slapped the shit out of me. She told me that no educated man talks like that and she didn't raise an ignorant child. She was a real stickler when it came to English and she absolutely hated slang. Don't even get her started by calling something lousy." Bill chuckled. "Her favorite way to punish me and my brother was to force us to learn new words in the dictionary."
Hank chuckled and nodded his head. "I still miss my mother . . . she was such a wonderful person and smart as a whip. She was smarter than my Dad. She actually went to college which is something my father didn't do . . . if she'd been born later, she probably would have been a CEO of a major corporation. She handled the bookkeeping for my Dad's store . . . yeah, smart as could be and my Dad and I were so proud of her."
Bill opened the door and leaned out to check the hallway. "Hey come one. Clyde's ass still needs wiped, the bastard . . . you do know that he's trying to get Agnes to go to the movies with him tonight?"
"What?" Hank grabbed his cane and moved slowly towards the door. "That bastard . . . he knows that Agnes is my girlfriend . . . I'm going to fix his God damn wagon you wait and see." Out in the hallway, he closed the door firmly behind him. "I really hate that guy. Just because he looks like Clark Gable he thinks he's hot shit . . . "
"Clark Gable my ass." Bill followed Hank down the hallway to make sure the older man didn't have any trouble. "He looks more like Moe Howard to me."
Hank laughed and shook his head. "You're something else, Bill. I'm not sure what, but definitely something else."
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A/N: shuffle off this mortal coil – to die (From Hamlet – William Shakespeare)
Clark Gable – famous actor
Moe Howard – from 'The Three Stooges' fame
