A/N: Well, here is day eight for you guys. I've had a lot of fun writing the last two chapters. I hope you guys are liking them too.

"Come on, Ange! Just think about it."

"I already did. And I'm not doing it."

"It would be fun!"

"What would be fun?" One of the interns, Isla, asks, not trying to listen in on the argument. The rest of the Lab liked her well enough. She was quiet, never going out with them after work, and didn't talk much about her personal life. But she did amazing work, which impressed Brennan more than enough.

"Hodgins wants to make Brennan's Twitter followers decide the name of our baby," Angela says, rolling her eyes once again at the absurdity of the idea.

"Ha! That would be great! You'd really get the people going," Isla laughs; it's the first time anyone had seen her do it and it shocks them.

"You do realize this is an important decision we have to make, right? This is not just where should we go for dinner or shout I buy this jacket. We are talking about a person!" Angela says, annoyed the intern is siding with her husband. And she was really starting to like this one too. "We don't need the internet to decide. We can do it on our own."

"You remember how that turned out last time, don't you?" Hodgins deadpans, rolling up his sleeve to reveal the tattoo on his bicep.

"Oh my god!" Isla gasps.

"Yeah," Hodgins says, nodding at the now laughable memory. "Let's just say Angela's dad has a very unique way of getting people to agree to his ideas."

"But I talked to him, and he agreed to let us decide on the baby's name this time," Angela says.

"Sure," Hodgins says, not trusting his wife or his father-in-law who had a knack of showing up silently and unexpectedly.

"I promise!" Angela says.

"Look, you guys won't have to take the whole Twitter thing seriously," Isla continues. "I mean, it could just be for fun. Like rubbing a balloon on the carpet and watching it make your hair stand up. It's silly."

"Yeah, Angie, be silly," Hodgins smiles.

Angela mulls over the idea again, irritated at her husband's excitement, but mostly worried that the choice the people of the internet pick will one she doesn't love. Not that she would take that into consideration when making the final name decision, but it would still be on her mind and she didn't want to deal with it.

"Alright fine," Angela finally agrees. "But we are not taking this seriously. This is the Buzzfeed quiz of baby naming."

It doesn't take long for Jack to hack into Brennan's Twitter account. "You would think after everything we've been through she'd learn to change her passwords every now and again." And they are quickly composing a poll for her nearly 30,00 followers. "Alright, so you want to do one of my picks, one of yours, one of your dad's and then Michael's?" Jack asks, setting up the poll.

"Yeah," Angela nods, stealing the keyboard and typing her option. Reaching for her phone as it buzzes, Angela reads the text and motions to the intern still with them. "Brennan says she doesn't know what we're doing in here, but you're supposed to be in Limbo cataloging remains."

"Guess I better go," Isla says, defeated. "But I'll put my vote in as soon as I can," she smiles, heading for the elevator.

"Okay, I got yours, mine and your dad's. All that's left is Michael's," Hodgins says, typing in the name their eldest son suggested for his brother.

"He's been reading way too much 'Series of Unfortunate Events'," Angela says.

"Hey, it's unique," Hodgins shrugs. "I kind of like it."

"You really want our kid to be named 'Klaus'? He'd get beat up in Nursery School!"

"Could be worse. Michael could have suggested 'poo-," Jack didn't get to finish that sentence as his wife quickly smacks him. "I'll just post it now," Hodgins nods, clicking one button and sending their poll out into the interwebs. "I gave it an eight-hour voting window, so all we can do now is wait."

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"Angela, do you want to tell me why I have so many people Twittering me? I haven't used that social media in quite some time," Brennan asks later that day walking into Angela's office.

Angela looks up from her computer. Oh crap. "Well, see here's the thing," she starts. "Hodgins thought it would be funny to get your Twitter followers to pick the baby's name. So we get into your account and created a poll and did it," she says. Coming from her mouth it sounds totally crazy, but that's the fun of it.

"Oh, well I hope you realize the amount of trust you are putting into people on the internet. I've heard some of them named their child 'North'," Brennan laughs. "It is quite absurd. I certainly hope you won't allow your child to be named something like that."

"God no! Come on, Brennan, you know me better than that," Angela says. "You want to see what's winning so far?" Brennan rounds the desk as Angela pulls up Twitter and the current poll standings. "Looks like Hodgins' choice is winning right now." She looks up at her friend to see if she understands what Jack was doing when he picked the name. "He was being kind of metaphoric. I mean considering everything this little guy has been through already, it seemed fitting."

"It's beautiful," Brennan says. "I vote for that one."

Angela laughs at that. "You can't vote! It's on your account!"

"I still hope that one wins."

"Yeah, me too," Angela whispers.

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Though work had kept them busy enough, the excitement and anxiety of the forthcoming poll results keep Jack and Angela returning time and again to the poll to check the standings. By the end of the day, they both had a favorite option they were pulling for and when they met up in Angela's office to see the final results, each was silently praying for their favorite to be number one.

"Remember: this is all in good fun. We are in no way going to take this seriously, right?" Angela says, tablet in hand.

"Right," Hodgins nods. "The Buzzfeed quiz of baby names," he smiles, repeating her earlier statement.

"Okay. Here we go then."