Joss is boss, Hanson owns all!
R&R!
Angela pressed a few buttons on her portable board and an image was projected on the Angelator. A small brown box with a label on the flap.
"This looks like gibberish," Brennan commented, standing very close to Angel, who was squinting at the lighted illuminations, "And I'm a genius." She pointed out.
"You know what this is." Angela stated, her eyes on Fred, who was deep in thought.
Fred nodded slowly, walking toward the machine.
"It's ancient script. Used in another dimension entirely."
"You." Angela set down her control panel, taking at step forward to Lorne. "You want to hypnotize me to find out what kind of clue my conscious is withholding!" She exclaimed, slightly more than appalled.
Lorne took a step back.
"Cool." Angela nodded, her grin spreading. Lorne smiled.
"Yes, yes! That could work! Lorne, prepare the room,everyone else should leave. Oh, but Angel, stay here, I need to ask you something." Wesley exclaimed, shooing them all out into the lab.
They left, their backs to the abruptly closed doors.
"So…how'd your lunch go?" Booth asked, in an odd tone that Brennan had never heard before.
"It was…fun." She smiled to herself, reminiscing not-so-past moments.
Gag me. Booth thought.
Angela stifled a chuckle.
"What?" He snapped.
Angela ran her finger down his arm,
"Booth is Jeal-OUS!" She teased him.
He scowled.
"You know, not only is Angel quite handsome,"
He looks just like me! Booth thought, prompting a reaction from Angela.
"But he has devoted his entire life to helping people in distress."
What'd you call working for the FBI?
"Booth, sweetie, I'm gonna go off on a limb here and talk like Sweets for a second." She pulled him aside.
"Um..Brennan, go deaf for like…ten seconds." She ordered absently.
"She only likes Angel because she can't have you. She's filtering the feelings she'd rather deny on your, sort-of, counterpart." She flat-out told him, her arms crossed.
Booth raised a cautious eyebrow.
"I'm not crazy. Those little fantasies of yours, they don't go on solely in your head." She gave him a 'hands on the hip' pose.
"You're unconvinced. I sense this," She began.
Wesley's head popped out of Angela's office.
"We're ready." He established gravely.
She exhaled.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to be hypnotized by a wacky, metro-sexual, green guy with red eyes." She said as she brushed past a conflicted Booth.
There you have it! thank you for reading, I'll try to finish it up :3
~Rhea~
"Do you see him? He's cuter than a monkey and a puppy!" - Angela
