Jagged Pieces
By wired2damoon
Chapter 11: The Death Of The Bug And Slime Guy
A/N: Thanks again for all the wonderful support. As I've said, I've never written a one-shot series like this (especially with chapters so short - I'm a novel-length kinda gal) so just to let you reviewers know, all your comments are greatly appreciated. With that being said, I now introduce Hodgins' POV! I'm so excited! Enjoy! ~wired2damoon~
Time Line - Set sometime in Season 4 after Hodgins' and Sweets conversation in "Finger In The Nest."
Word Count - 1109
POV - Jack Hodgins
Dr. Jack Stanley Hodgins, valued and experienced entomologist at the Jeffersonian Institution, with skills such as cave diving and sole heir to the Cantilever Group which is the third largest privately owned corporation in the United States.
Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
I sighed deeply as I flicked through the channels of my 103 inch plasma screen. It had been two weeks now, two weeks since I came to my earth-shattering epiphany.
It doesn't matter that I'm a man with multiple doctorates, have a prized job that I love because I help make a difference, or that I'm rich-squared-to-the-power-of-ten-times-four, when it all boils down to it, I'm still…alone.
I had never cared for my extreme wealth, in fact, I had kept it hidden from my co-workers for a substantial amount of time. But it was moments like these, moments where I found myself cooped up in a mansion the size of Madison Square Gardens, with a bottle of beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other - watching mind-numbing late-night jargon that I come to realise that I actually hate it.
Despise it.
What I've also noticed in the last few days is that I'm beginning to hate just about everything in my life. Not just my assets, but also certain people.
Angela, of course, for ending the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life and turning it essentially to dirt (the pun intended or not, I don't really care for that kinda thing).
Zack, for being a stupid, idiotic genius and getting involved with reality's answer to Hannibal the Cannibal.
Brennan, for being the one who brought us all together
Cam, for making us so efficient
Booth, for giving us a mission
And last but certainly not least, the kid with the emotional range of a pregnant woman, Sweets, who just so happens to keep following me around like a lost puppy these last few days - throwing me knowing glances and looking at me as if I were something he wished to dissect.
And finally after pick, pick, picking at me he got what his little heart desired, a visit. Just today, I had voiced my hatred of things to said kid and was surprised to hear that he was and I quote 'good with the hate.'
But the trouble is, I'm not.
You see now, not only am I aware of all the reasoning behind said hatred but am here, alone in my living room, night in, night out, trying to deal with it.
And I can't.
I'm not really all too good with compartmentalising, like Dr. B, so that's outta the question. I can't "face it" like Dr. Sweets because I'm not into all the psychological crap so yeah, I'm just left with it, sitting in the pit of my stomach, haunting my dreams…nightmares, eating at my insides…
Finally getting enough of flicking through channels, I slam the remote down on the coffee table and sit back heavily into my couch, taking a deep, calming breath - that in reality, doesn't calm me at all. Shutting my eyes, I let my mind wander back to how I got into this mess in the first place.
The beautiful image of Angela Montenegro floats across my eyelids. I can feel my lips involuntarily twitch up at the sides as I remember our first date, kiss and love-making…quickly followed by our hasty break-up, causing the painful twinge in my chest.
Abruptly, that image is replaced by the quirky yet loveable Zack Addy, my best friend and former room-mate. I can't help but chuckle as I remember the wacky experiments we got involved in…but then that was followed by the reminder of Zack's last "experiment" when he blew off his own hands.
Ugh! Just no matter what way I think anymore, it's like all I can remember are the bad things that have happened.
Where did Jack Hodgins, the fun-loving, outdoorsy, conspiracy theorist with a passion for crime-solving go?
Since when have I morphed into the broody, moody, hostile, revulsion-fuelled bitter excuse for a man?
Suddenly my mind was anchored with more memories.
Oh yeah…now I remember…
One, final time, I heave a deep sigh, open my eyes, take the last swig of my beer, hoist myself up lazily and make my way up to my massive, furnished bedroom which now looked a lot bigger to me somehow, a lot emptier as I was once again, alone…
Huh, what I'd give for back in the easy days…where I was just known as the resident 'bug and smile guy.'
I guess those days are long gone for me…
A/N: See, no need to panic, I didn't actually kill Hodgins, it's just a teasing title for the chapter! But wow...still angsty I know! I feel a little nervous and iffy about this one and I'm kind of itching to re-write, don't know why really…probably because I love Hodgins too much and hate writing this sad one-shot for him…but anyway, hope you guys liked it even if I'm not 100 per cent satisfied with it! If so, let me know! ~wired2damoon~ x
