Author's note: Thanks a bunch to the one who reviewed my story and corrected me as for the Gormogon-iconagraphy. I forgot your name but i didnt forget your critique. I hope this is is more accurate; I realized that Dr. Sweets is a psychologist not psychiatrist. I am aware of that mistake lol. Here is chapter 2 and please let me know if I got Zack right as far as his manner of speaking. Here we go!

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Rosemary was sitting in a café called the Royal Diner reading a book that was frustrating to her; it was the infamous Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, who wrote that other famous book that Rose actually liked. While she loved The DaVinci Code she was currently loathing this prequel. She hated physics and science, and the first part of this damned book actually featured a whole lot of crap about science and physics and other jargon she didn't understand. People that were supposedly this smart made her feel even more stupid, and she remembered that Dr. Zack Addy was actually this smart. She heaved a sigh, wondering to the heavens why she agreed to do this. She was going to feel even dumber and that's the last thing she needed. Her taste in men sucked major ass, her mother, despite being proud of her, still wished she had majored in psychology like Lance, and she was about to be introduced to more smart people which will further her dumbness. Way to go, Rose, she silent muttered to herself. What in THE WORLD had she gotten herself into?

She was about to order another slice of pie when she saw Lance enter the diner along with 2 other people, a man and a woman. Her self-degradation ended for the brief moment while her curiosity kicked in. These must be the other people of Dr. Brennan's team, she mused. The woman looked to be a much more beautiful version of her: slightly bohemic in her dress but stylishly done, bright smile, fabulous hair, and inquisitive eyes. The guy next to her was geeky but cute and looked at Rose with a slightly suspicious look. Oh Lord, what has Lance told them, Rose wondered. Lance reached her first and hugged her briefly.

"Hey P-Rose," Lance quickly saved himself with one severe pinch to the side by Rose, "I want to introduce you to the others that work with Dr. Brennan. This is Dr. Jack Hodgins and Angela Montenegro." Both of them nodded to her; Angela was all smiles whereas Jack seemed more suspicious. Rose felt a little awkward while Lance introduced her. Angela grinned even more when she learned they were cousins.

"Oh are you from the adoptive parents side or the natural psychic mother's side?" Angela asked with genuine curiosity, while Lance rolled his eyes and turned slightly pink. Rose smiled as she answered,

"Sorry to say adopted cousin. But we grew up as siblings so the adoption thing isn't even relevant; I consider him practically blood." They each looked at each other and grinned while Angela cooed and Jack still looked suspicious although a little bit intrigued.

"So do you know Sweets' actual birth mother?" Jack asked. Lance rolled his eyes again and looked slightly uncomfortable, the same as usual whenever she was mentioned.

"Actually I met her once long ago. She was pretty accurate on some palm readings as well as her findings in a crystal ball so if you're ever in Florida look her up. Or you can just accept the fact he has one set of parents that raised him and a 'birth' mother means just that: a birth mother and leave it alone?" Jack raised his eyebrows and this time smiled at her protective attitude.

"How cute she's protecting him like a big sister! Sweets, how come you never told us about her?" Angela gushed while Lance was blushing furiously. Rose punched him on the arm.

"Man up, Sweets. Either you love me or hate me, but choose one and move on," Rose grinned at Lance, "but choose wisely, who else you're going to Star Wars with?" She sat down while the others followed suit. She motioned for the waitress as the others settled themselves and asked for menus when the waitress came to the table. Rose asked for another slice of pie and waited for the others to either finishing perusing the menu or gave their orders. She paused before speaking, trying to think of what to ask, but Jack beat her to the punch.

"Why did you agree to talk to Zack? What is the purpose of that? It's not like it's going to help him in the long run." Jack looked sad and frustrated while Angela looked at him worriedly. Rose looked at Lance, who assured the two,

"I think it will be a success, regardless of how minor or huge it will be. Zack knows only one world and that's the world of a lab. He failed to assimilate with the environment in Iraq, he was easily attracted to the idea of being an apprentice to Gormogon, and he exhibits some peculiar sociopathic traits the times we have had sessions. I think by introducing an outside link to the world around him other than a lab or facility might help. I thought of Rose because she reminds me a lot of you, Angela," to which Rose snorted while Lance continued, "and she did a lot of social work while in college."

Rose raised her eyebrows. She never told him that, and inwardly groaned. Mother might've, she thought.

"By the way, I own a piece of Gormogon-iconography." This brought a chill upon the table. Lance put his head in his hands while Angela and Jack stared at her in shock. "I bought it the first year I moved to London; even if I hadn't agreed on meeting with Zack I'd have gone to him for advice anyway. Who better to go to than an apprentice of Gormogon? Hopefully, this can be a link for him to open up."

"How so? His life was ruined because of all this. Even if this all works out to some degree in the end it's not like he will be able to work in a lab again or anywhere he can be valued", Angela pointed out.

"I can't speak for the future or whatever. I do need to know about this artefact and the fact that I have it sort of has me freaked out. From what Lance has told me, your friend needs to know more about the world outside of a lab and someone wholly unconnected to the Jeffersonian. He doesn't need a reminder that his life has forever changed and his one true connection is lost forever. Why do you think he wants little contact with you as possible?" Rose knew she hit a nerve; Jack looked furious now while Angela looked resigned. "I didn't mean to sound harsh but it's true. He loves you all, I am sure, but maybe he needs a different view on life. It's not like this will be a walk in the park for me either." She rolls her eyes.

"Why wouldn't it?" Angela asked.

"Hello, people? You are all way smarter than me. I am not a professional like Lancey boy here. If Dr. Zack Addy is anything like Dr. Brennan I'm screwed anyway so might as well give it a shot. I am as intelligent as a platypus." The others laughed while Lance ruefully smiled.

"She doesn't give herself the credit she deserves. She is a very gifted photographer and a respectful art historian who will gain more notoriety should she devote herself entirely to that field of work." Again Rose raised her eyebrows at him; how the HELL he knew all this? She never bragged about her work, considering her mother never really showed that much interest in the art history part of her life while she genuinely was curious about her photography. Apparently someone did his research, she noted wryly.

"Well I am on board. Neither Jack nor Brennan gives much credence to the field of psychology hence Jack's suspicions and Brennan's lack of interest. They each think psychology is a misdirected form of medicine and science so prepare to hear the same from Zack." Angela smiled encouragingly to her and she shrugged. From what she knew of Zack he was going to be a problem as far as connection wise. All she can is hope and pray that she has a fraction of success with him. Lance had gotten her an unofficial status as consultant to the case and she read up what she could of him. For the time being she stayed away from reading on the case files of Gormogon; she preferred that Zack would tell her in his words what or who Gormogon was. They had one common link: her own artefact which she had been proud of until recently.

2 Weeks Later

Rosemary Bergeron was sitting in a cold room in an even colder mental facility. She had never been in one that looked so official; she knew this one was mainly for people who had committed serious crimes and such. She had begun to feel really dumb about doing this for Lance; this was doomed to fail. Angela had faith in her, despite Jack's misgivings and his crow of this new idea of Lance's to fail. She trusted her cousin, but maybe he indeed was fighting a losing battle here. She sighed and put her head in her hands, letting herself get lost in thoughts. She was thinking of other reasons to leave when all of a sudden a voice spoke to her.

"I don't know you." The words were in almost a robotic way that Rose jolted up from surprise. Before her was a man in his mid to late 20s, with pale skin, scraggly hair, and his brown eyes furrowed in a confused frown. He was standing before her, hands in heavy bandages, and a white overall pantsuit that made him look even more robotic. She was sort of caught in the world of in between a reverie and reality that she lost all sense of the English language; she for some reason was thinking in German.

"I don't know you; who are you?" He spoke again with that robotic voice it bothered her, but it brought her back to the world of the English language again. She cleared her throat before speaking,

"Yes." Wow. She was a dumbass; she groaned in embarrassment. Dr. Zack Addy looked at her in more confusion.

"Yes what? I don't understand." His brows furrowed more in confusion and she tried again at speaking coherently.

"I meant yes, you don't know me. I am actually here as a request by my cousin." Okay, Rose was doing a better job now. She was still disoriented at her first moments with this human robot transpired. He looked at her in interest now, as if she were a specimen in a lab that he needed to figure out. She inwardly sighed because that is EXACTLY how she felt at the moment. She decided that two experiments were being held at the moment: both people in this room were at each other's end of an examination. She wondered what his findings would be.

"Oh. Do I know your cousin?" His interest was either fading or the same as before, she couldn't tell. His face had zero emotions, it was bizarre.

"Yes, his name is Lance. Dr. Sweets to be more exact." Rose smiled as Zack's interest was now obvious. He seemed to be a bit fascinated.

"Really? I don't see any similarities in the bone structure of your jaw nor of the shape in your eyes." Zack was clearly examining her face, probably imagining it without the skin. This kind of irked her a bit but at the same time fuelled her fascination at this robotic creature.

"Well to be more precise I am his adopted cousin, but I consider him to be more of a little brother than an adopted cousin. We grew up together for most of our childhood."

"Oh. I see. I don't think he's ever talked about his family before. We're always talking about me." Zack frowned and Rose giggled despite herself. Zack's frown lessened slightly.

"Was that funny? I don't see how. Then again people always laugh at me." He said this without any inflection but Rose still winced at her stupidity.

"I was laughing on how you find it distasteful that Lance always talks about you. It wasn't a joke at your expense, Zack." Rose looked at him straight in the eyes and felt more nervous. She was at a loss on how this initial meeting was going. It was hard to tell on someone as stoic as Dr. Zack Addy. He literally showed no emotion on his face. She was used to facial expressions to tell her how the other was feeling; no wonder Lance asked for her help. It's a shame this was a futile gesture.

"How did you know I dislike talking about myself?" Rose looked at him dumbly; he continued staring into her confused green eyes.

"Um, you frowned when you mentioned on how Lance always talks about you. I just put two to two together. When Lance believes he finds a link to something he won't let it go." She rolled her eyes.

"Has he done the same to you?" She looked at him in surprise and smiled. Zack was now a little bit more intrigued on her kinship to Lance.

"Actually he has. He's very smart on many levels. But from what I hear not as smart as you." Zack smiled in agreement and Rose had to stifle a giggle.

"His field is regarded by some to be quite respected in certain circles of medicine, but to a scientist who focuses on facts and reason I find it to be such a ludicrous form of science. It's mainly guesswork and its findings based on emotions which can change from one moment to the next. It is illogical to base a whole profile on a person by meetings and talking of their past. It makes no sense."

Rose scoffed. "So says the guy who shows zero emotion when speaking." Oops, she didn't mean to let that slip audibly. Zack wasn't annoyed; in fact if she's correct, Zack seems more intrigued. She figured as long as she acts like an experiment the more he'll open up.

"Is that your analysis of me? That I am a person with no emotions?"

She shook her head. "Not at all. I believe you are a very extraordinary person especially what I read about you; I also believe that you don't know how to emote any form of facial expression to the feelings you have. You base everything on logic and reason therefore you conclude that by showing any form of emotion isn't relevant unless it's connected to something you are examining. Then again I am totally guessing which is more or less like the field you don't regard as science."

Zack cocked his head while still looking at her. Rose figured she was still the lab rat and it slightly bugged her. His next question threw her off.

"Why did Sweets' ask you here?" She frowned at the sudden change of topic but shrugged it off.

"He thinks that someone outside your sphere might help you a bit in your social skills or lack of. You may not have noticed, Dr. Addy, but you are not the most sociable or approachable of people. All Lance wants is for you to open up a bit, be more relatable."

"And he thinks you're going to help how, if I may ask?"

"Well for one thing, I am not a link to the Jeffersonian as the others are therefore our conversations open to anything ranging from you teaching me the littlest you can about your field or to my being Sweets' cousin. This fascinates Booth endlessly so I am sure on some level it'll catch your attention since it did earlier." Zack raises an eyebrow and she figured he hadn't noticed that he wasn't the only one paying attention. "Another thing is that I think you can help me with figuring something out. No one knows about the artefact I have, only that I have it. From what I've been told you're the only one who can tell me about it." Rose laid some of her cards on the table and Zack continued his examination of the person in front of him. With Zack lost in thought she found herself wishing she could read minds; she was desperate as hell to know what he thought of her. This random woman pops out of nowhere, basically asked to be his friend, and who's about to either floor him or silence him with the artefact she has. Because Rose knew, somehow, that he would rather talk to her about the artefact rather than having conversations which he'd be afraid that will be discussed to an outside party, like Sweets or Jack, his best friend. Just as he thought, he asked her about the artefact.

"What sort of artefact you have that I may be of assistance in?"

Rose inhaled and silently exhaled as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a manila envelope. As she contemplated on giving it to him, she found herself hoping that their visits would continue. She now understood why Lance and other psychologists were wholly interested on figuring Dr. Zack Addy out: he was a truly fascinating human being. She also found herself wishing they had met under different circumstances. He saw her hesitance.

"Why won't you hand me the envelope? What's the matter, Pippa?" She stared at him in shock. He looked at her as if nothing was about to happen. Oh wait, he didn't. He had no clue that she hated that name beyond comprehension.

"Excuse me; what did you just call me?" How the hell did he know the horrid first name!? She cursed her mother for ever thinking that name was cute, not realizing the years of torture she had to endure for that ridiculous name. She stared at Zack and somehow he knew he fudged up badly.

"I'm sorry…I didn't know you had an aversion to that name. You never introduced yourself and when you pulled out the envelope I saw the identification card that they gave you and I saw the first name only. Really, I am sorry. What would you prefer me to call you?" His face showed no change in emotion, but either he was genuinely sorry in the sound of his voice or Rose was hoping to have heard that in his voice. She couldn't tell. She was still furious.

"My name is Pippa but I go by my middle name, Rosemary. I refuse to answer to Pippa or any form of that name. I legally dropped it when I turned 18 but for some reason it is still haunting me. You can call me Rosemary, Rose, Rosie, or whatever nickname you can form out of that, but the next time you call me Pippa I don't care if you're in a mental facility I will make sure that your hands aren't the only thing bandaged." Rose was still fuming and closed her eyes to calm down.

"I like Rosemary but Pippa suits you much better." Zack said this with such certainty Rose opened her eyes and looked at him warily. "You doubt my sincerity?"

Rose shook her head. "No, that's the one thing I am certain of for some odd reason considering I barely know you. What has me confused as to how such a ridiculous name fits me?" She put both arms on the table, elbows on end, head in hands, and looking at him squarely in the eyes, with no emotion in them whatsoever. Zack was staring at her intently while he answered,

"Well, you aren't like anyone I met before, in the life I had before I was committed here. You sort of remind me of Angela Montenegro who I worked with at the Jeffersonian. But you're more charismatic, a little confusing considering you're like Dr. Sweets when it concerns the certainty of psychology, and you seem genuinely interested in talking to me on a different level than Dr. Sweets. He asked you here as a formality from what you implied but from what I can deduce you are here as more than that. The way you reacted to a simple name has me wondering why anyone would hate such a unique name. It's just a name yet you regarded it with such importance. Situations like that are confusing to me and I want to know more." Rose was still staring at him and likewise; brown eyes boring into green eyes, like some sort of battle of the stoic stares. She knew she was expressionless like him and it bothered him, she could tell. He was frowning. "Also, I don't like the way you look without smiling. Your eyes show a different hue when you smile or engage in conversation." Rose blinked and cocked her own head to the side. She eased her posture and Zack looked a bit relieved; well he looked less severe from what she can tell.

"I won't get into a conversation about my silly birth name. We'll save that for another time, should there be another." Rose hoped there would at least be one more, maybe two more, hopefully three. Zack looked confused again; either it was confusion or some other emotion she couldn't tell. Rose only saw one form of expression and she was wondering if he had anymore.

"Why wouldn't there be another time? Are you disappointed in my engagement of conversation?" Rose's heart went out to him and quickly disagreed.

"No not at all; as a matter of fact I find you quite fascinating. In fact I am sure you find me a sort of an equation that needs to be solved, to which I will tell you that more or less you're the same way." Zack smiled and she was surprised that he had another facial expression. The man could smile! Hallelujah!

"Then what would stop us from talking again?" Zack looked at her again, this time with a slight crease in his forehead. A sign of concern, Rose figured. She decided to lay it all out now. She gave him the manila envelope. He opened it carefully, as if worried it would be a more confusing equation that needed to be solved as well. He pulled out the picture as Rose described it,

"That's a picture of my flat in London. The artefact you see there was one of my beloved things in the flat, due to my love for skulls. I was told recently that it had a more sinister past than I had figured. I hope you can tell me more about it." Zack's face was frozen in place, zero emotions on his face. His eyes were somewhat dead and whatever life was there was now extinguished due to the photo before him. Rose continued nervously,

"No one knows about the artefact except for Sweets and a few others. They have never seen it, only that I have a rather disturbing acquisition I made 6 years ago when I first arrived in London. My friend faxed me the picture and she has no idea what it is about. I promise, Dr. Addy," at this he looked at her and he was staring at her in rapt curiosity, "no one will know about what you tell me. This is something between you and I." Rose looked squarely at him now. He was still staring at her. He finally spoke,

"No one is supposed to have this except the Master and the Apprentice. How were you able to get this and not the Master?"