complete protection from the living dead; an angela/hodgins fic
complete protection from the living dead, angela/hodgins, pg (for corellianjedi)
Jack Stanley Hodgins the III is prepared for everything, as Angela discovers.
“I’m only talking about possibilities and probabilities,” he insisted with fervent sincerity. “You’ve got to be prepared for everything. I wanted to feel completely safe at home, and for me that means making sure nothing could break through my perimeters. Not zombies, not ninjas, not ex-KGB operatives or aliens or sorcerers. You just never know, Angela.” 758 words
They’d had dinner at a tiny French place that Angela was sure required a background check and large deposit up-front before you were given a table. But considering she’d never had such delicious bouillabaisse before, she was willing to overlook this.
And now, as they so often did, they found themselves back at his place. Where the garage held seven cars that each cost twice as much as her entire apartment. Where half of the windows looked out over a wooded lake stocked full of two-foot koi. Where the entertainment center put the holographic simulator she’d worked five years on to shame.
It would all seem pretentious and a bit too much if it didn’t belong to Jack Hodgins. He had his moments of pretension, sure, but more often than not he just acted like a gleeful kid excited to show off his collection of treasures. Nothing in his house was extraneous-he truly appreciated every piece of art, used every high-tech gadget, and more than half of the landscaping covered flora and fauna he’d written extensively intellectual papers on.
As she kicked off her heels and sank down into the dark red couch, she had to smile at the man next to her. Three doctorates, thousands upon thousands of dollars, an IQ that gave even Brennan a run for her money-all wrapped up in such a compact, ridiculously adorable man. Who was goofy, and witty, and sexy, and protective, and utterly crazy about her.
…And crazy about a lot of other things, too, but she’d known this before that first perfect date at the park. Truth be told, she found it sort of endearing, how much he thought about alien invasions and government conspiracies and evolutionary mutations. When it wasn’t just plain weird, anyway.
Tonight, he’d somehow gotten onto the topic of the almost certain, well, most likely certain, future zombie apocalypse.
“I mean, that’s part of the reason why I put the lake there,” he was saying, gesturing through the lead-paned windows. “It’s a great defensive measure. Means I don’t need to worry about an attack from the east. And the hill over there,” another gesture of his hand. “Is topped with an incredibly resilient and hardy species of rose bushes. Nothing could break through that without losing a limb or two, especially if they’re not that fresh when they resurrect.”
“Jack,” Angela said quietly. “You do hear what you’re saying, yeah?”
“I’m only talking about possibilities and probabilities,” he insisted with fervent sincerity. “You’ve got to be prepared for everything. I wanted to feel completely safe at home, and for me that means making sure nothing could break through my perimeters. Not zombies, not ninjas, not ex-KGB operatives or aliens or sorcerers. You just never know, Angela.”
“You know what I want to know?”
“What?”
“Just what was it that made you first start thinking about the measures you’d need to take in the event of an alien invasion or zombie apocalypse?”
Hodgins knew she found this all ridiculous and unnecessary. And sometimes, sometimes, he even had to admit to himself that some of his measures were extreme and implausible. But he liked to think that he was truly ready for anything the universe might throw at him.
And, looking at the beautiful, creative, incredibly sexy and exciting woman he’d been completely gobsmacked by so many weeks ago, and realizing he finally had someone other than himself to look out for, he decided he couldn’t let any of his precautions fall by the wayside.
“I’m just the ultimate Boy Scout, baby,” he said with a toothy grin. She loved how she could see his dimples even under all of that sexy scruff of his.
“Well, I certainly feel safe here,” she said with a slow smile, leaning in for a kiss. “I can sleep easy, knowing that any invading zombies will be repelled by your roses and the electric fence.”
“How did you know about the electric fence?” he said, inches from her mouth.
“Jack, I know you. And I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist having an electric fence.” She slipped her arms around his neck, drew him into a breath-robbing kiss, and let the warmth of him melt through her red dress.
So what if he spent hours thinking about rotting zombies? She could be okay with that, as long as he kept kissing her like that and ran his hands down her back just so and knew just how to move to make her gasp.
Every guy has his quirks.
Jack Stanley Hodgins the III is prepared for everything, as Angela discovers.
“I’m only talking about possibilities and probabilities,” he insisted with fervent sincerity. “You’ve got to be prepared for everything. I wanted to feel completely safe at home, and for me that means making sure nothing could break through my perimeters. Not zombies, not ninjas, not ex-KGB operatives or aliens or sorcerers. You just never know, Angela.” 758 words
They’d had dinner at a tiny French place that Angela was sure required a background check and large deposit up-front before you were given a table. But considering she’d never had such delicious bouillabaisse before, she was willing to overlook this.
And now, as they so often did, they found themselves back at his place. Where the garage held seven cars that each cost twice as much as her entire apartment. Where half of the windows looked out over a wooded lake stocked full of two-foot koi. Where the entertainment center put the holographic simulator she’d worked five years on to shame.
It would all seem pretentious and a bit too much if it didn’t belong to Jack Hodgins. He had his moments of pretension, sure, but more often than not he just acted like a gleeful kid excited to show off his collection of treasures. Nothing in his house was extraneous-he truly appreciated every piece of art, used every high-tech gadget, and more than half of the landscaping covered flora and fauna he’d written extensively intellectual papers on.
As she kicked off her heels and sank down into the dark red couch, she had to smile at the man next to her. Three doctorates, thousands upon thousands of dollars, an IQ that gave even Brennan a run for her money-all wrapped up in such a compact, ridiculously adorable man. Who was goofy, and witty, and sexy, and protective, and utterly crazy about her.
…And crazy about a lot of other things, too, but she’d known this before that first perfect date at the park. Truth be told, she found it sort of endearing, how much he thought about alien invasions and government conspiracies and evolutionary mutations. When it wasn’t just plain weird, anyway.
Tonight, he’d somehow gotten onto the topic of the almost certain, well, most likely certain, future zombie apocalypse.
“I mean, that’s part of the reason why I put the lake there,” he was saying, gesturing through the lead-paned windows. “It’s a great defensive measure. Means I don’t need to worry about an attack from the east. And the hill over there,” another gesture of his hand. “Is topped with an incredibly resilient and hardy species of rose bushes. Nothing could break through that without losing a limb or two, especially if they’re not that fresh when they resurrect.”
“Jack,” Angela said quietly. “You do hear what you’re saying, yeah?”
“I’m only talking about possibilities and probabilities,” he insisted with fervent sincerity. “You’ve got to be prepared for everything. I wanted to feel completely safe at home, and for me that means making sure nothing could break through my perimeters. Not zombies, not ninjas, not ex-KGB operatives or aliens or sorcerers. You just never know, Angela.”
“You know what I want to know?”
“What?”
“Just what was it that made you first start thinking about the measures you’d need to take in the event of an alien invasion or zombie apocalypse?”
Hodgins knew she found this all ridiculous and unnecessary. And sometimes, sometimes, he even had to admit to himself that some of his measures were extreme and implausible. But he liked to think that he was truly ready for anything the universe might throw at him.
And, looking at the beautiful, creative, incredibly sexy and exciting woman he’d been completely gobsmacked by so many weeks ago, and realizing he finally had someone other than himself to look out for, he decided he couldn’t let any of his precautions fall by the wayside.
“I’m just the ultimate Boy Scout, baby,” he said with a toothy grin. She loved how she could see his dimples even under all of that sexy scruff of his.
“Well, I certainly feel safe here,” she said with a slow smile, leaning in for a kiss. “I can sleep easy, knowing that any invading zombies will be repelled by your roses and the electric fence.”
“How did you know about the electric fence?” he said, inches from her mouth.
“Jack, I know you. And I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist having an electric fence.” She slipped her arms around his neck, drew him into a breath-robbing kiss, and let the warmth of him melt through her red dress.
So what if he spent hours thinking about rotting zombies? She could be okay with that, as long as he kept kissing her like that and ran his hands down her back just so and knew just how to move to make her gasp.
Every guy has his quirks.