Facing the Wrath of the Tradition-Gods (Bones, Angela Montenegro/Jack Hodgins, #2-Mistletoe)
Title: Facing the Wrath of the Tradition-Gods
Author / Artist:
callieach
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Angela Montenegro/Jack Hodgins
Theme: #2 - Mistletoe
Word Count: 319
Rating: K+
Disclaimer / Warnings: I don't own 'Bones', or it's characters. Fox handles that sort of stuff. I just like to steal them and play with them :) Oh, and I don't own Christmas either, in case you thought I did. Spoiler-ish up to 210, though not really.
Summary: Jack saves Angela from pissing off the Tradition-Gods.
Author Notes: Enjoy! Feedback = telepathic gingerbread men!
“Hey Angela,” Said Jack, “You’d better look up.”
“Why?” Angela kept her eyes level.
“Just do it.” He replied, somewhat impatiently.
“Fine.” Angela looked up. “And that would be why we’re so tactfully stopped in the middle of the doorway.”
“Pretty much.”
“And we can’t just ignore it?”
“Nope.”
“Am I aloud to hate whoever’s in charge of decorating the lab?”
“I don’t know why you’d want to.”
“Mistletoe shouldn’t count when you’re smirking like that.”
“I always smirk. Especially when I get my way.”
“Who says you’re getting your way?”
“You don’t seem in a rush to go anywhere.”
“I could be-“
“But you’re not.” Jack interrupted, smirk still firmly in place.
“That’s only because it’s rude to walk away when you’re in the middle of a conversation.”
“It’s also rude to ignore the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.”
“I’m sure the tradition-Gods will forgive me, just this once.”
“Nope. And you don’t want the tradition-Gods mad at you, either. They can be pretty nasty.” Jack joked.
“Oh, and you would know?”
“Yep.”
“Really?” Angela asked skeptically.
“Yep.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t just go around pissing off the tradition-Gods!”
“What are they going to do? Strike me down with turkey?”
“Worse,” He said solemnly, “Mashed potatoes.”
“You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Not planning on it.”
“Spontaneity is great, isn’t it?”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to kiss me and get it over with?”
“No.”
“Come on, please.”
“No.”
“I’ll beg.” He threatened.
“I’ll ignore you.”
Jack put on an exaggerated sad face. “How can you ignore the puppy dog face?”
“Easily.”
“Liar. You’re weakening.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am -“ Angela was cut off by Jack’s quick kiss.
“Are too.” He said with a grin.
Angela blushed, and smiled in return. “Maybe just a little.”
Author / Artist:
callieach
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Angela Montenegro/Jack Hodgins
Theme: #2 - Mistletoe
Word Count: 319
Rating: K+
Disclaimer / Warnings: I don't own 'Bones', or it's characters. Fox handles that sort of stuff. I just like to steal them and play with them :) Oh, and I don't own Christmas either, in case you thought I did. Spoiler-ish up to 210, though not really.
Summary: Jack saves Angela from pissing off the Tradition-Gods.
Author Notes: Enjoy! Feedback = telepathic gingerbread men!
“Hey Angela,” Said Jack, “You’d better look up.”
“Why?” Angela kept her eyes level.
“Just do it.” He replied, somewhat impatiently.
“Fine.” Angela looked up. “And that would be why we’re so tactfully stopped in the middle of the doorway.”
“Pretty much.”
“And we can’t just ignore it?”
“Nope.”
“Am I aloud to hate whoever’s in charge of decorating the lab?”
“I don’t know why you’d want to.”
“Mistletoe shouldn’t count when you’re smirking like that.”
“I always smirk. Especially when I get my way.”
“Who says you’re getting your way?”
“You don’t seem in a rush to go anywhere.”
“I could be-“
“But you’re not.” Jack interrupted, smirk still firmly in place.
“That’s only because it’s rude to walk away when you’re in the middle of a conversation.”
“It’s also rude to ignore the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.”
“I’m sure the tradition-Gods will forgive me, just this once.”
“Nope. And you don’t want the tradition-Gods mad at you, either. They can be pretty nasty.” Jack joked.
“Oh, and you would know?”
“Yep.”
“Really?” Angela asked skeptically.
“Yep.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t just go around pissing off the tradition-Gods!”
“What are they going to do? Strike me down with turkey?”
“Worse,” He said solemnly, “Mashed potatoes.”
“You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Not planning on it.”
“Spontaneity is great, isn’t it?”
“Wouldn’t it just be easier to kiss me and get it over with?”
“No.”
“Come on, please.”
“No.”
“I’ll beg.” He threatened.
“I’ll ignore you.”
Jack put on an exaggerated sad face. “How can you ignore the puppy dog face?”
“Easily.”
“Liar. You’re weakening.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am -“ Angela was cut off by Jack’s quick kiss.
“Are too.” He said with a grin.
Angela blushed, and smiled in return. “Maybe just a little.”