Disclaimer: Bones originally belongs to Kathy Reichs, but is currently under the great care of Fox, Hart, Deschanel, and Boreanaz.
A/N: This fic aims to tickle your funny bone.
Sorry the muse escaped me for many days. Hopefully it had returned for good.
The jello had been cleaned up from the platform and everything was put back in its place. Needless to say both Booth and Hodgins were still in the doghouse with their wives. And with Brennan's high learning curve and Angela's natural ingenuity, you can bet they had a plan to get back at both their hubbies.
Meanwhile, baby Cordelia was being watched over by none other than her uncle Jared, who had returned from wherever he had been this time; he and his wife were taking a break, cause let's face it, Jared is a jerk. But apparently very good with babies. Cordy was happy and smiling as Jared bounced her on his lap. But at this rate the babe wouldn't know who her own parents were, considering the varying amount of friends and family who looked after her. At least she wasn't the spawn of some vampire with a soul, out to save the world and play a major role in the apocalypse.
In Brennan's office, both women sat chuckling over the genius of their plan to get back at their husbands.
"I have to admit, it's brilliant." Angela grinned.
"But only if they believe it." Brennan added.
"Oh, they'll buy it, trust me." Angela sighed. "We just have to hope that they don't think it's hot."
The plan was set up for later that evening when both married couples would be heading to the bar for drinks. Hodgins and Booth, while in the doghouse, were unaware of the impending plan that was scientifically proven to awe and shock them. Of course Jared had been invited, because he wanted to catch up with his big brother... or perhaps because he needed to scam something off him. Thus, meaning the baby would be present and also play into the trickery of the evening.
If Cam had known about any of this, it would be certain she would make mention of her being the 'ringleader of the circus' so to speak. Because at this point the Jeffersonian needed three rings and a knife act.
Meanwhile, as the evening approached, even the air seemed to sense that something like dark magic was arising.
Everyone had arrived promptly at the Founding Fathers, and sat thusly at a table. Brennan with baby Cordy on her knee sat to the left of her husband, while Jared sat on Booth's right. Next to Jared sat Hodgins, and then Angela, who sat to Brennan's left.
Everyone had been tipping back drinks for the past hour. Hodgins lovingly had his arm draped around his wife's shoulders, while Booth and Jared were catching up, Booth slipped his hand on Brennan's thigh and kissed his beautiful little daughter on the head. Cordy cooed as Brennan and Angela attempted to entertain her.
"She's really beautiful I've got to say." Jared smiled, a weak imitation of his big brother's charm-smile.
"I'm so glad you think so Jared. And it's refreshing that you're not here to ruin my chance at a big break or to drive drunk." Booth punched his brother on the shoulder lightly.
"What can I say? Since marriage, I am a changed man." Jared smiled. And everyone had a laugh at his expense.
"Well I'm just glad we got to spend the evening out with our beautiful wives." Hodgins kissed Angela on the cheek.
She laughed and tried some sense of modesty.
"Beautiful wife and kid." Booth added, following suit and kissing Brennan's cheek as well.
"Cheers." Hodgins lifted his glass.
"Cheers!" Everyone else echoed and clinked glasses.
At this point onlookers would've gagged from the syrupy-sweet scene going on at that table.
Since the evening was going so well of course at this point Bren and Ange would want to put their plan into motion. Angela gave Brennan a wink and they knew just what to do.
"We'll be right back." Angela said as she and Brennan got up from the table. "You guys can order another round."
The men nodded and Booth took Cordy from his wife. As soon as the wives were out of earshot Hodgins brought up the events from earlier that week.
"Dude, it was epic. Should've seen it!" Hodgins told Booth's brother.
"I bet it just sounds hot. Two chicks like that covered in jello." Jared grinned.
Booth and Hodgins gave him a look like 'those chicks are our wives'.
Jared chuckled nervously. "Well, you know what I mean. It had to be epic for you two."
"Don't do this." Brennan pleaded, as she and Angela returned to the table. "But Bren, you don't even know what I'm going to say." Angela insisted.
All three men turned to look at them, intrigued.
"I have a fairly good assumption as to what this is about, Ange." Brennan persisted, giving her friend a pained look. "Just promise me you won't say it, not here."
Angela threw her hands up in the air. "What? Are you ashamed that I'm gay?"
"No, I just can't believe you wouldn'tve told me sooner." Brennan retorted.
"Well sorry I didn't mention that I have a crush on you. But there! I've said it. I think I'm in love with you Brennan." Angela exclaimed.
All three men's jaws dropped simultaneously.
"I'm perfectly accepting of your sexuality. I just can't leave Booth. I won't." Brennan told Angela.
"A-are you serious?" Hodgins was the first to recover. "But Ange, we just got married. I can't... believe it."
Angela shrugged. "Sorry. But surely you had to wonder why I've always called her Sweetie."
Booth recovered next. "I'm sorry all this must be uh ahem so confusing for you Ange."
Jared was still out of it.
Angela shrugged. "I think it would be best it I didn't look after Cordelia for a while."
Booth nodded. "Uh, of course, that's understandable."
Angela stepped up to Brennan and tucked a strand of hair gently behind her ear. "You know, I've always wanted to do this." They leaned in close, merely a breath apart. There was a pause, and for a moment it seemed the whole bar was silent.
Brennan and Ange stepped apart and began to laugh. Their husbands gave them a look of utter confusion.
"Gotcha!" Angela laughed.
"Yes, it seems you fell for it!" Brennan added, as she cracked up as well.
And slowly it dawned as Hodgins and Booth.
"This was payback." Hodgins gaped.
Angela draped her arms around his neck and bent to whisper into his ear. "Ain't revenge sweet."
A/N: Sorry this was probably the silliest chapter by far... I was overcome by Angel references and the Muse of Parody. Apparently.