Is it just me who didn't know Fisher's real name is Colin or am I being a moron? I literally can't remember them ever saying it on the show!

I wait outside the theatre, my leg bouncing anxiously as the time ticks closer to when we can go in and watch the latest Star Trek movie. I can't wait for this one - it's going to be awesome.

There are not many things in this terrible, tragedy-filled world that make me happy, but Star Trek is definitely one of them.

Just as I'm deep in thought about the plot of this latest spacey sequel, a wheelchair pulls in front of me.

Now I'm not a bad person - well, not that bad of a person - but there's only two people queuing in front of me and about fifty to sixty extending behind me. I've been waiting here for hours to get this position and he just thinks he can jump the line because of his injury?

Not in my world.

I march towards him, my big leather boots pounding the sidewalk. While I obviously understand that he's had a serious accident, that doesn't give him the right to be a total douche. I tap him firmly on his shoulder, my eyes widening in surprise when I meet my nemesis.

The curly mop of dark hair, ocean blue eyes and checked shirt and leather jacket combo are very familiar to me.

"Hodgins?"

"Fisher?"

"W-what happened, man?" I splutter, in total shock. I haven't seen my co-workers from the Jeffersonian for some time thanks to my new presidential appointment and I had not known about this.

"Oh, the chair?" He feigns ignorance, shrugging nonchalantly. "Just got caught up in an explosion, suffered a epidural haemotoma, paralysing me."

The world really is an awful place, I think sullenly. You don't ever expect your friends to go through such trauma. For a long time, I'm lost for words, unable to form a sentence that makes sense. I can't believe this.

"Me either," Hodgins grumbles and I realise I must have said it aloud. "It's been a tough old few months."

"I bet," I mutter, shaking my head. "How're you handling it?"

"Not great. Turns out being paralysed is pretty shit, Fisher."

I purse my lips. "Right. Of course."

"Add on top of that a wife who is constantly watching over me like I'm a goddamn baby. I'm not a baby, Angela! I can take care of myself."

I take it they're not dealing with the situation well, then. I feel bad. I've always had a soft spot for the couple, Hodgins in particular, and I've silently been rooting for them for a long time.

I shouldn't really be surprised by their relationship woes. It's common knowledge that most marriages end in divorce these days. It's a wonder people still bother. However, I still find it rather sad. They're a sweet family. They don't deserve this.

"She's worried because she loves you," I say in Angela's defence. "She's probably trying her best."

"Yeah, well, it's harder for me... I'm the one who can't walk!"

"I'm so sorry, Hodgins. This world is a cold and cruel place."

He lets out a self-depreciating chuckle. "You can say that again."

"You've finally come round to my way of thinking. I'm proud of you."

"Yeah, I just wish it didn't involve me being stuck in this damn thing," he quips. "Anyway, what did you want?"

Taken aback by the abrupt change in conversation, I flounder, unsure of what the hell he's talking about.

"You tapped me on the shoulder before... You clearly wanted something..."

"Oh, right. Um- yeah." My face turns as red as a tomato as I work out what I should say. When I'd planned to yell at him before for jumping the queue he'd just been a man in a wheelchair, but now he's Hodgins. A paralysed Hodgins. I can't complain now. "It was nothing."

"Are you sure?" He knits his brow. "Didn't seem like nothing."

I sigh, realising that the so-called King of the Lab will not give in. "Fine, but just - don't hate me. I didn't know it was you and... I came over here because, well... I was pissed you pushed in front of me in the queue."

I'm expecting an outburst of anger. Hodgins can have a temper at the best of times and his paralysis only seems to have made him more volatile. However, contrary to my expectations, the entomologist actually starts laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You," he says breaking off into bursts of laughter. "You thought you could intimidate me into moving to the back of the line. It's hilarious."

"Hey! I can be intimidating!" I cry.

"Oh yeah, Fisher, you're terrifying." He punctuates his sentence with a roll of his eyes and I feel like punching him, wheelchair or not. He sobers, shooting a bright smile in my direction. "Why don't you just join me at the front?"

I hadn't expected that, either. "Huh?"

"We're friends, right? And I'm at the front of the queue - join me."

"Oh, um, all right."

Aware that I'm becoming the thing that initially angered me, I shift myself in front of the other two in the line, wearing Trek-themed t-shirts. I don't dare look at them, not wanting to face the wrath of the nerds.

Hodgins and I continue catching up for the next hour and a half as we wait to be let in for the movie. I find out Booth and Brennan have had another baby, there's another Jeffersonian romance blossoming (Jessica Warren and James Aubrey) much to my disdain and Cam and Arastoo are getting married. More than ever I feel the intense weight of loneliness crushing down of me as it feels like everybody else is in a serious relationship, while I continue my one-night stand lifestyle. As my life hurtles its way towards death, I'm wondering whether the ephemeral feeling of pleasure after sex is substitute enough for having a woman in my life who I love and loves me back. Life is, after all, extremely short.

My considerations are interrupted my the theatre doors opening, excited gasps emanating from the fans. Hodgins pushes his wheels forward faster than I've ever seen go and I follow speedily behind, forgetting about everything other than my favourite movie franchise.

I can't wait.

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