I took big events, like what happened to Zach and the death of Vincent, to make Jack Hodgins reflect on the lab and what it meant to him. The Lab had become more than a job over the years. It was his home, his comfort, it brought him joy and sorrow, it challenged his intellect and housed his heart. He'd met Angela in that lab, his angel, his passion and only true love. He'd made the most wonderful of friends there, from FBI Agents to his fellow Squints. He'd lost wonderful friends there, too. He still felt a little guilty sting every time he declared himself "King of the Lab", regretting that Zach wasn't there to battle him for the title. He still remembered how the blood had pooled on the floor where Vincent had been shot, screaming through the surrealism of the event. He'd almost lost his life to this lab once, or more, because of it, but he wouldn't change one second of his life there. Every little pain and joy, every echo of laughter and cry of sorrow meant the world to him. The people he'd lost there felt just a little less gone when he was in his lab examining bugs and mold. Maybe it was the people who changed his mind, but he had a feeling it was the Lab its self, in all it's infinite power. Whatever it was, it changed his mind, so at 1:30 AM, when the time finally came, Jack and Angela came to an agreement... and named their son, Zachary Vincent Hodgins.
This is obviously just a short little thing that I wanted to quickly write. I just watched the episode where Vincent was shot and I'm crying a little, so I needed to do something about it. I hope it makes sense and you all like the idea ~ Tygger