Denial (Bones, Angela Montenegro/Jack Hodgins, #7-Snowball Fight)
Title: Secret Santa
Author / Artist:
callieach
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Angela Montenegro/Jack Hodgins (With some Brennan/Booth thrown in)
Theme: #7 - Snowball Fight
Word Count: 1 022
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: There is no plot, only a prompt.
Author Notes: This was also a Christmas present for one of my friends! Enjoy! Feedback = telepathic gingerbread men!
“Hey, Ange, think fast.”
Angela’d just stepped out of the lab onto the front steps when the snowball whizzed past her head and splattered against the building.
“You missed.” She called to thin air, continuing her course down the steps.
“Let me see you do better.” Jack challenged, standing up behind a parked car on the street.
Angela set her bag on the step beside her, grinning. “You sure about that, Hodgins?” She picked up a handful of snow and packed it into a snowball.
“Bring it on, Montenegro.”
The flying snowball hit Jack squarely on the shoulder.
“Do you really want to get into a snowball fight with me?”
“That was a lucky shot. Why, are you afraid you’re going to lose?” Jack taunted, while both of them prepared their next snowball.
“No, I’m afraid you’re going to cry when you loose.” Angela lobbed another snowball, and even though Jack squatted down behind the car again, it landed on the top of his hat.
He sprang up and threw his own snowball in response. Angela was laughing too hard to move out of the way, and the snowball hit her pant leg.
“Nice shot.” She called.
“You too.”
Angela bent over to pick up her bag, creating a perfect target for Jack’s assault of snowballs. “Hey,” She practically squealed, straightening and blocking a ball with her arm at the same time, “I was bent over, that’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, baby.” He replied, grinning. Angela laughed as she walked down the steps, with the full intention of leaving. But she had to side-step another one of Jack’s throws as the foot of the stairs.
“The game’s over, Jack, you can stop throwing snow at me now.” She told him as he came to stand in front of her on the sidewalk.
“That’s no fun.”
“Sure it is. I know guys don’t seem to get this, but fun can be had without injury.” She smiled, her patronizing tone a joke. “And by injury, I mean injury to your ego when the girly artist whips your butt at a snowball fight.”
“So that’s why you’re giving up?” Jack teased.
“Yup, all for you.” She turned slightly to watch Tempe and Booth walk down the steps. She couldn’t hear them, but, judging by the amount of eye-contact and smiling going on, it wasn’t work related. “Those two are so in denial.” She said, smiling because of her friend’s obliviousness to her partner’s feelings.
“Well, that’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
Angela turned back to Jack. “I am not in denial.”
“Yes you are, almost as bad as Brennan and Booth are.”
“No, I’m not.” She argued forcefully.
“D-e-n-i-a-l.” Jack teased in a singsong voice.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
Jack grinned evilly. “Watch this.”
“Watch what?” Angela asked as he bent over, picked up a handful of snow, and molded it into a ball. “Jack, you aren’t seriously considering throwing a snowball at an over-protective ex-sniper’s girlfriend, are you?”
“No, I was going to go for the sniper.” Jack threw the snowball with flawless aim - it hit Booth perfectly in the back of the head. He turned around quickly and immediately zeroed in on Angela and Jack.
“Sorry, Booth, it slipped.” Jack called to him innocently. Booth said something to Tempe - Angela caught the words ‘your squints’ and ‘dead’ - as he scooped up snow and packed it into a hard ball. He sent the snowball towards Jack, who didn’t have time to move, and got it hard in the chest.
“Ouch.” He muttered.
Angela laughed. “You pissed off the Military-, FBI- trained sniper.”
“And you’re standing beside me.”
There were a few minutes of good-natured (for the most part) snowball fighting fun. It was comical, immature, and, for the most part, uneventful, until the ice patch showed up.
“Ange, watch out,” Jack said as both Tempe and Booth threw snowballs directly at her.
“What?” She asked, not paying attention. Jack moved to push her out of the way, and when he did, they both slipped on the patch of ice that was underfoot, and Angela landed in the snow bank, Jack nearly on top of her.
“Was that your idea of a brilliant rescue?” She teased, painfully aware of the short amount of space between them.
“Oh, wow, Booth, look at that.” Angela heard Tempe say. She knew there was nothing to look at, and was glad she’d finally taught her best friend something.
“What, Bones? I don’t see anything.”
“It’s right over there.”
“Well this is convenient.” Jack said conversationally.
Angela laughed. “Yes, but I’m in denial, so I’d rather not admit it.”
“So you admit you’re in denial.”
“Am I the only one who finds that just a bit redundant?”
“Admittance is the first step to recovery.”
“So now you’re using psychology on me?”
“I’ll try anything once. Including stealing a kiss from you in a snow bank.” Jack was true to his word, though Angela didn’t exactly put up a fight when he pressed his lips to hers.
“No, Booth, there’s nothing interesting going on in Angela and Hodgins’ direction.”
“Bones-“
“No, look this way.”
Angela giggled uncharacteristically. “I’ll have to remember to thank Bren for that. But in the meantime, care to get me out of the pile of extraordinarily wet snow?”
Jack stood and offered Angela his hand to pull her up. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“Not even for tackling you into a snow bank?” Jack asked, eyebrows raised.
“All’s fair in love and war.” Angela said, smiling broadly.
“Is that some denial I see dissipating?” They both laughed as they walked towards the now-bickering Brennan and Booth.
“No, I was talking about war,” Angela teased, “Only in the snowball fight to end all snowball fights is it acceptable to tackle someone into a pile of snow.”Jack threw his arm around Angela’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him. “There you go again with the whole ‘denial’ thing. You know, it’s not good for your health, baby.” She laughed at him, and he continued, “Me, on the other hand, well I’m great for your health.”