Hey ya'll! Thanks thus far for the reviews! To clarify, if I got some things involving the episode wrong, it's totally possible. I haven't seen that episode since, literally, Thanksgiving of 2012.

If any of you are interested in Valley Fever to describe a couple of things they got wrong in that episode, read on. If not, hey, I won't be hurt any! Just for fun and curiosity ^^

In Valley Fever, the idea of it getting literally bad enough that you'd even need the IV medication (not painful injections, though the medication may in fact be painful) is extremely rare. Most people simply rest it off. Either that or antifungal medications are prescribed (Not that different from anti biotics, though I've been told the side effects from Anti Fungal medication are slightly more unpleasant ) to those who have it worse off than some others. In the chance that it doesn't get better or wasn't right, an IV medicine will be used. The show wasn't totally correct in some of its science, which of course is understandable since its main plot is for character development and plot. They don't need to have all the science right, which is perfectly fine. Then again, I'm not a doctor, nor am I any more than an aspiring zoologist. I asked my uncle about VF out of curiosity (he's an MD) and this is what he told me. For those of you that are interested, of course!

In any case, I want to thank everyone for the reviews, feedback, and simple reading of all of my stories. It means a lot. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are all great and wonderful, every last one of you.

Since I currently didn't have any Hodgela fic, I figured I'd do one. As always, I don't own Bones!

"Mommy! Daddy!" an excited, seven year old Michael jumped on his parents beds and shook them both awake. "It's time to get up!"

He sat on his knees, looking at both of them eagerly before jumping down and running around the house, before Hodgins got up reluctantly and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Michael, you better calm down, or me and Mommy might have to give your presents away," he jided lightly, and smiled when Angela punched him lightly.

"Don't tell him that. It's his birthday. Just let him go," she stated, before Michael sped in and sat on the floor, looking at them.

"I'm being good!" he called out, trying not to fidget on the ground. When Hodgins grinned and patted the bed, Michael scurried up and sat in his dads lap, looking up to him excitedly.

"It's my birthday, daddy!" he said happily, proudly. Hodgins laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Is it, now? Well, I knew that. Do you think Mommy knows that?"

"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!" Michael cried out excitedly, bouncing slightly. Angela rolled her eyes and Jack and chuckled.

"Don't think I could forget it, sweetheart. Why don't you go to your room and put something nice on. Daddy will come check on you later, mmkay?" she asked, before bending down and kissing the boy on the cheek. "Happy birthday, trouble maker,"

Michael furiously rubbed the kiss away and puffed his lips out. "I'm not a baby, mommy," he stated, huffing and walking out. However, as soon as he left the room, he grinned and took off into his room.

"You know what he's going to end up wearing, right? Some graphic T or something," Hodgins said, laughing.

"Yeah. And that's why I told him Daddy's going to come check on him. Cuz at least he'll listen to you," Angela rolled her eyes and kissed Jack lightly on the forehead. Jack started to move towards her to kiss her back, but she backed away.

"Not today, Jack,"

"Tease!" he joked, grinning, before getting up and getting dressed himself. When he went to check on Michael, Michael had surprisingly dressed in a blue shirt with no design, though it was on backwards.

"Come on, buddy," Jack stated, grinning. "Mom'll have a cow if we go to the party like that.

Michael nodded, and in another couple of hours, everyone was loaded in the car, ready to head out to Pizza Hut for the party. A few kids from school were coming, as well as some family, though Hodgins took note that Michael had calmed down significantly since the time he'd woken up this morning. He attributed it to just being tired, and by the time they all got to the store, Michael was sleeping.

"Wake up, birthday boy," Angela stated, and he darted up, grinning a little before getting out.

The party was like any other kids party. Mainly, the niceties were passed and all of the kids played together, though anyone that watched Michael closely enough would see him squirming uncomfortably.

When finally they all got ready to eat, Michael absently pushed most of his food around, which was odd. He was usually the first to scarf down everything. Both Angela and Hodgins noticed this, though they didn't mention it right away. In a matter of ten minutes or so, Michael had excused himself (or better said, just left) to the bathroom three times. It wasn't until he seemingly felt safe enough to take a bite of pizza that he literally sprinted away, and Hodgins got up quickly to fallow the boy.

"Michael? What's wrong, buddy?" he asked, when he saw the boy on the ground, retching. Tears were in his eyes, and Hodgins felt a pull of sympathy. "Hey, buddy. It's okay," he said. When the younger boy was done, he leaned against his dad with tears in his eyes and hiccupped.

"My tummy hurts, daddy…" he groaned slightly. Running his hands through his sons hair, Hodgins nodded and held him tightly to himself.

"I'm going to go tell Mommy and then we'll head home, okay?" Michael nodded.

When satisfied that he would be okay for a little while, Hodgins got up and quickly made his way back to the dinning area, where everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Ange, we gotta go. Mikey's sick," he whispered in Angela's ear, to which her eyes widened and her eyes darted back to the door. "I'll get him in the car and settled in, alright?"

She nodded before he went back and wrapped his arms around his tiny, quivering son, and brought him slowly to the car. Putting a blanket in the back, he handed him a trash bag and ran his hands through the boys hair, smiling in slight pity.

"We'll have a party again later, okay?" Hodgins reassured, and the boy nodded. When Angela made her way back to the car, she crawled into the back with Michael. Feeling his head, her eyes softened at the miserable cry that came from his mouth.

"My tummy hurts, mommy…" he muttered. Something inside of her pulled as she nodded, and pulled Michael closer to her, rubbing his back softly.

"I know, sweetie…I'll try and make it better when we get home, m'mkay?" she asked. The boy nodded and as they drove along, sooner then later drifted into sleep. About five minutes from home, he woke up violently and let out a strange burp, before Angela managed to direct his head to the bag, before bringing his head back and sighing when he slumped back against her. After stopping at a gas station and throwing the bag away, the crew was back to their house in a matter of five minutes.

When they got him in the house, Hodgins offered to give him a bath while Angela got everything ready in the boys room. Michael was out, hair dry by blow dryer, shivering in his pajamas, after about thirty minutes. When he got into bed, he curled into a ball, and started to cry.

"Hey, baby," Angela whispered, feeling his forehead. "I'm so sorry you feel so bad. I promise if you sleep it'll feel better…"

"I-" hiccup "I feel bad cuz I ruined-" hiccup "everyone's day…" he whimpered. Angela shook her head and sighed, feeling a stab of pain.

"It was your day, baby. I promise, we'll make it up on another day. When you aren't feeling so bad,"

Hodgins nodded and tried to coax the boy to take some medicine to help him sleep and reduce his fever. When he did, he turned green for a moment before he seemed to calm down. Both parents sat on his bed until they were certain that he was asleep, and then both wondered out.

Michael really just laid there for most of the day, though Angela was perched outside of his bedroom for the greater part of it, Jack absently walking by and checking in, and by morning he got out of bed and walked into his parents room, shaking them awake.

"Hey, Mikey. You're tummy feel any better?" Hodgins asked. Michael nodded and then tugged on the covers. They let him into their bed before he slept soundly next to them until ten in the morning, when everyone got up. While Michael was still sleeping, the worst symptoms seemed to fade rather quickly, as most childhood illnesses do.

At about midnight the next night, however, Angela woke with a start and ran to the bathroom, feeling her stomach clench uncomfortably. For a second, she thought it was just nerves. However, after a moment of thinking, Okay, I might be sick, the sudden realization dawned on her as she sprinted out of bed into the bathroom.

I am sick

"Jack…" she moaned, her stomach seeming to rest, but her body now on the floor in a quivering mess. When Hodgins made his way in, he took one look at her and knelt down besides her.

"Ah, Ange…" he sighed sadly, before trying to help her up. As soon as she was on her feet, her eyes widened and she waved Jack out, before the door made a resounding WHAM and Jack was outside of it, staring hopelessly. When she finally made her way out, looking like the walking dead, he led her to their bed before laying her down.

Quivering, shaking, holding her own stomach, Angela moaned weakly and tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach, as though it were doing cartwheels and as though everything she'd ever eaten in her life wanted to destroy her.

Jack laid down next to her and ran his hand through her hair, before laying his hand on her stomach. The constant clenching and moving made him frown, as did the gurgling noises. She rolled over and buried her head into his neck, tears sticking on his skin and the sound of her moans and groans being mixed into the sound of her uneasy stomach.

Had she been half with it, or even half as uncomfortable as she was, she would have told him to get out, but right then and there, she really didn't want to be left alone.

When she settled into an uncomfortable sleep, Jack slipped off to check on Michael, who too was sleeping, though his sleep much more sound. Hodgins made his way back to his room, where his wife was tossing and turning, before getting out of bed and making her way back to the bathroom. This time, she didn't shut the door, so he walked in and sat next to her, rubbing her back.

Once again, Hodgins brought her back to bed and rubbed her stomach lightly. They both fell into sleep, though hers a restless one, and Hodgins awoke again at eight the next morning.

Angela was curled against him, her face buried in his chest, and while he didn't want to wake her up, he knew he had to check on Michael. He woke her up by shaking her lightly.

"Hey, sunshine. How was your night?"

She groaned and brought her legs to her chest, shaking her head.

"I'm going to check on Michael, kay? And get you some meds. And then I'll take care of you all day, okay?" he offered. She nodded, though it was as though she didn't hear, because she darted off again. Hodgins sighed and went to check on Michael, who was downstairs eating cereal. Hodgins laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Feeling better, champ?"

He nodded eagerly.

"Can I open presents now?"

Hodgins hesitated and shook his head.

"No. Mommy's not feeling good right now, so we gotta wait until she gets better."

Michael's eyes filled with worry as he tilted his head.

"Mommy's sick? Like me sick?"

"Yeah, like you sick," he stated, nodding. Michael got tears in his eyes and shook his head.

"Mommy can't feel icky…"

"Sorry, buddy…Want me to put a movie in for you?"

The little boy seemed hesitant, but he nodded, so his father put in a movie and then went to check on Angela. She looked up at him when he entered.

"How's Michael?"

"Feeling better. Worried about you," he stated, bending down and kissing her on the forehead. It was sticky with sweat, but he didn't mind so much. She smiled at him and then waved him off.

"Watch a movie with your kid, Hodgins," Hodgins looked at her and then sighed.

"I'll be back up in a little while. Did you take anything?"

She nodded, and as if to prove it, managed to fall asleep.

Michael and Hodgins both sat downstairs watching a movie, and though twice the boy seemed uncomfortable, it eased quickly. When finally the movie was done, Michael was asleep once more, and Hodgins brought him back upstairs.

Angela, a shivering mess, looked up at him with sad eyes and tried to smile.

"Hey, beautiful. What'd I miss while I was gone?" Hodgins tried, laying next to her and rubbing her back. She closed her eyes and shuttered.

"Just me feeling miserable. How's my hair?"

"Perfect as always," he stated, kissing her on the lips before she pulled away.

"No…You'll get sick, too…"

"I'm not scared of a little bug…"

She smiled and buried her head in his chest.

"Brave boy,"

It wasn't until the next night, after Angela made her third round in an hour, that Hodgins ran into the bathroom, grabbed a trash can and, with tears running down his face, muttered the words,

"I have it too…"