A/N: Because you know how much I like changing things up, I put this in Lily's PoV, first-person present-tense. Please tell me what you think of this style!
Hodgins drops the frozen chicken, all of us expecting it to shatter into a thousand flying chicken pieces. Instead, the chicken bounces like a rubber ball, and Cam, Angela, and I step back. The chicken whizzes by and delivers a glancing blow to the side of my head. I stagger a little, falling to the floor.
Cam and Angela run over to me and Hodgins flies down the stairs, stopping in front of me. I hold up my hand to keep from being crowded, my head already pounding. I'm glad Booth and Brennan aren't here. Hodgins already has one person seeking revenge on him.
"Oh, my God!" Hodgins splutters. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Hodgins, you hit me in the head with a frozen chicken. I'm going to- I'm going to eat you." I glance around at the concerned faces and take the hand Vincent offers me, pulling myself up. "I'm fine." Leaving the crowd behind me, I head into Brennan's office, a headache splitting my brain. I go straight for the painkillers in the top drawer and down them dry. I plan on crashing on the couch until there's some offer of food.
I am sorely tempted to lock the door.
A/N: I like that chapter. It makes me laugh. I am starting a new story with poems Lily has written. Check out my author's page. =]
