(Season 12)
A/N: this is going to seem like a very odd story, but it will make sense in the end. I got this idea while chatting with a few friends the other day on twitter.
I don't own Bones.
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His day had been exhausting. He hadn't realized how hard it was going to be running the Lab while Cam was on her sabbatical until he had actually had to take over. The King of the Lab was responsible for the continued reconstruction of the Lab, the day to day operation of the Lab as each section reopened and employees returned to work as well as his own work load. He was responsible for timesheets, work assignments for the interns, disciplinary sessions for some of the employees who didn't play well with others. He was also required to meet with the board once a month to make sure that they were satisfied with the costs of the construction and the new security procedures being installed. All in all, he loved it, but he was working longer hours than he had counted on and sometimes his body protested.
One evening, his legs started to jerk uncontrollably and he knew it was time to go home. He wasn't superman and his body was demanding rest. Once he was home, Angela helped him into bed since his body was refusing to cooperate. Frustrated he complained to Angela. "Damn it, I used to be able work twenty straight hours without a hitch. It isn't fair."
"Well whoever told you that life is fair lied to you." She was tired and being five months pregnant wasn't helping the situation. "You're getting older and even if you weren't in that chair, you'd still be slowing down. I used to be able to stay up for hours myself. I could work a full day, go out and dance until three in the morning, maybe work on some of my paintings when I got home and still get to work by nine. I haven't been able to do that since Michael Vincent was born and I don't regret it. It's just life."
His wife sounded grumpy and Hodgins knew that her pregnancy was making her nervous. They were both living in fear that the baby would be born blind, but like before it was a waiting game and there was nothing they could do about it. "No, I understand and I didn't mean to complain, it's just . . . I miss it . . . I miss having a healthy body and . . . okay, enough. I'm just tired. I never realized how hard Cam's job is. Man, she does so much and I never really realized it until I had to do it. I can't wait for her to come back next month. I will gladly give up my crown and go back to being Jack Hodgins, Bug Boy Extraordinaire during the day and fantastic father and husband at night."
She couldn't help it, she laughed. "It always looks easy standing outside and looking in. Cam is so good at her job, but I'm glad I don't have to do it." Angela rubbed her hand slowly across her stomach. "I can't wait until the baby gets here. It's more fun being a mother than being pregnant."
"Yeah, I'll bet." Hodgins felt better. His wife always made him feel better. "Come to bed. You're tired and we promised Michael Vincent that we'd have waffles for breakfast."
Angela smiled. "He does loves waffles." Moving onto the bed, Angela relaxed and felt her sore muscles thank her. "I love you Jack."
Almost asleep, Jack managed to respond. "Love you too."
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He awoke to find an eerie blue glow in the bedroom. Not sure what was going on, he tried to wake up Angela, but found out he couldn't speak or move. Terrified that his body had finally betrayed him, Hodgins struggled to move his arms only to find them immobile at his sides.
Sweat broke out on his forehead as he fought to gain mobility. Unable to get help from Angela he wondered if he was dying. Maybe his body couldn't take it anymore. He felt close to panic. He wanted to say goodbye to his wife, but it looked like he was going to die with the words unsaid.
Movement in the doorway drew his attention. He couldn't turn his head, but his peripheral eyesight was exceptional and he was able to see a figure standing in the doorway. Unable to speak or move, he lost sight of the figure as he or she moved further into the room. Soon the figure was standing over him and Hodgins felt the hair on his arms and legs rise up. The figure was neither a man or a woman, but a creature like he had never seen before. If he had been asked to describe the creature he would have said it seemed cat like. The creature had short brown fur covering its body including its face. It's mouth slightly protruded from its face and there were large ears on the upper side of its head. The creature was roughly five feet tall and when he held up his hand to touch Hodgins' face he noticed the finger nails were claws.
He was afraid, who wouldn't have been, but he was also curious. He had so many questions, but when he opened his mouth he still couldn't speak.
The creature patted his shoulder and held up an elongated box in his hand. Without saying a word, he moved the box over Hodgins' body and the entomologist felt like his nerves were on fire. He wanted to scream, but of course he couldn't. Suddenly, as if a light switch had been turned off the pain ended and he panted. He had never felt such excruciating pain before and he hoped he never did again.
The box now lowered at his side, the creature pointed towards the floor and then at Hodgins. Surprisingly, the scientist could now speak "I can't get out of bed without my wheelchair. Do you understand?"
Apparently amused, the muzzle of the creature appeared to move into the shape of a smile, which Hodgins found to be charming. Why? He didn't know and he found it odd that he thought so. The creature once more pointed at the floor and at Hodgins' legs. When the man refused to move, the creature reached over and slapped Hodgins on the side of the head and growled revealing a set of very sharp teeth.
"Hey." Angry, Hodgins rubbed the side of his head and realized he could move. Not sure why he tried the impossible, he moved and found that his legs were now on the edge of the mattress. Filled with hope he sat up, swung his legs over the side and stood up. "Oh my God . . . Oh my God." He couldn't believe it. "Angela wake up. Look I'm standing."
Though he was desperate for her to see the miracle, she didn't waken. "Please Angela wake up." Turning towards the creature, Hodgins reached out his hand and touched the alien's arm. "Thank you . . . I don't know why you did this, but thank you. Oh my God. Thank you."
The creature smiled, stepped back and walked over to the doorway.
He didn't want the creature to leave yet. "Hey. Come back. Don't leave yet. You need to tell me who you are and how you did this. Come back . . . come back."
His shoulder was shaken roughly and Hodgins' eyelids snapped open. He was lying in his bed and his wife was leaning over him. "What . . . what . . ."
"Hodgins, you need to wake up. Your yelling is going to wake up Michael Vincent."
Cold reality back, Hodgins stared at his wife and started to cry. "I could walk . . . I could walk."
She knew that he had had a dream and that dream was better than the harsh reality of life. "I'm sorry, Jack. You were dreaming. It was all a dream."
Tears sliding down his cheeks, he nodded his head and swallowed. "But I could walk."
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