"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" (3/4) - Bones (Jack/Angela)
Title: "Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" (Chapter 3/4)
Author: willowwood
Character(s)/Pairing: Zach Addy, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro.
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 082
Disclaimer: If I owned Bones, I'd take Zach's PhD and rip it into tiny shreds.
Summary: The Squints follow an old Wedding Tradition, so nothing should go wrong.
Chapter 1 - Something Old
Chapter 2 - Something New
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue"
Something Borrowed
Walking around the chapel's first floor, Zach could hear the familiar hush of people talking, as the other guests began making their way into the main hall. The ceremony was due to start in a little under 15 minutes and he needed to speak to Angela before it all got underway.
Turning down yet another corridor decorated with plain white walls and red carpet he was relieved to finally see somebody he recognised emerging from one of the rooms ahead.
“Dr Saroyan” he called out picking up his pace as he headed towards her, causing the older woman to turn in his direction
“Oh hey Zach. Is everything alright?” Apart from Hodgins, Zach hadn’t told anybody about his letter from the President or that he’d be flying out to Iraq in a little under seven days. After all the others could find out later that day, in two days, even just before he left and it wouldn’t spoil the one day that was supposed to be the happiest of their lives. No, he had to find Angela and tell her first, that way he wouldn’t ruin everything.
So instead of explaining himself he asked, “Do you know where Angela is?” Cam nodded indicating the room she’d just walked out of.
“She’s in there finishing getting ready. Why? You got a message from the nervous groom. He isn’t about to bail is he?” She smirked and offered the young anthropologist a playful wink, but Zach didn’t notice it, frantically shaking his head. Rolling her eyes Cam reached for the door handle and without knocking slowly pushed it open “You can go in Zach, it’s not like she’s going to be half naked or anything” She encouraged before sticking her head around the door and calling into the room “Angela you have a visitor”
“If it’s Jack tell him it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and we’ve only got ten minutes left anyway” Zach heard the familiar voice reply from behind the door, a hint of amusement to it’s tone. Finally taking in a deep breath, and from Cams insistent expression, he walked into the room.
The room was huge, this time pastel yellow walls accentuated the deep red of the carpet and in the centre of it all stood Angela, positioned in front of a full-length mirror, her dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders, perfect make-up giving her cheeks a soft pink blush. Immediately Zach thought that she was glowing, despite how impossible he knew it was, and not blind to her beauty before, he couldn’t remember ever seeing her look this amazing.
His staring was broken as the door clicked shut behind him and Angela finally glanced over her shoulder. “Zach! Hey, you’re the last person I expected to come up here” Smiling Zach reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a rectangular velvet case.
“I wanted to give you your wedding present,” he explained walking towards her.
“My what? Why?” reaching out she took the box from him and studied it in amazement.
“It’s not much, just a little something to remember me by” he explained. For a second, the artist moved to opened it but then paused looking directly at the man in front of her.
“Why do I need something to remember you by Zach…” then as realisation dawned on her, she found herself unable to look at him. Instead she focused all her attention on the box in her hand, before she moved, suddenly deciding that she needed to sit down.
“It’s because you’re going to Iraq isn't it?” her tone had become flat, lifeless.
Zach nodded unable to say the words out loud for fear that the more times he said it, the more real it would feel and the more terrified he'd become. Instead he asked “Hodgins told you?” she nodded finally looking at him once more.
“Yeah….not that he wanted to, but I could tell that something was wrong. Then, when he said that Booth was going to be his best man-”
“-I wanted to tell you before you got married. I didn’t want you finding out later and having it spoil your big day” Angela smiled savouring his innocence. Glancing down at the box her eyes filled with tears, willing them not to fall, she began to open it, its hinges creaked breaking the awkward silence between them.
Inside, on a pale blue satin cushion, laid a silver bracelet, embedded with purple stones.
“Oh Zach. It’s beautiful……..but I can’t accept this”
“But I want you to have it so-”
“-I don’t need something to remember you by Zach!” she cut him off, her voice high pitched and sounding distraught.
“There’s a distinct probability that I’m going to die” he replied. It was his factual tone that finally pushed her tears over the edge and she quickly reached for a tissue, trying not to ruin her make-up.
“Yes, when you're old and grey and surrounded by grandchildren. I can’t take this off you Zach, not when I know I’ll see you again”
“Then borrow it”
“What?”
“Isn’t that how it goes? The brides good luck ritual? Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue”
“Yeah but….”
“Then borrow it, and if I come back-” his eyes were wide, almost pleading with her.
“-When! You come back Zach, not if! When!”
“When, I come back, you can give it back to me and I’ll give it to you as your wedding day present and if I don’t…..” he let the sentence trail off and Angela nodded in agreement
“Ok” she said placing it onto the dresser besides her. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself “When do you leave?”
“Friday”
“Friday! But we’ll be in…..”
“New Zealand” he finished. Her eyes widened, she swallowed, fighting back the tears once more.
“Have you told Jack when you’re leaving?” her voice wavered. He shook his head.
“The others?”
“Told the others he’s leaving what? Ange your fathers just arrived” this new voice startled the two of them and they turned to find Brennan standing in the now open doorway.
“That I’m leaving, to let Angela finish getting ready” Zach lied, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. With a small nod towards the artist, he turned to walk away, and was shocked when she suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thank you, Zach,” she whispered
To be Continued
Author: willowwood
Character(s)/Pairing: Zach Addy, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro.
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 082
Disclaimer: If I owned Bones, I'd take Zach's PhD and rip it into tiny shreds.
Summary: The Squints follow an old Wedding Tradition, so nothing should go wrong.
Chapter 1 - Something Old
Chapter 2 - Something New
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue"
Something Borrowed
Walking around the chapel's first floor, Zach could hear the familiar hush of people talking, as the other guests began making their way into the main hall. The ceremony was due to start in a little under 15 minutes and he needed to speak to Angela before it all got underway.
Turning down yet another corridor decorated with plain white walls and red carpet he was relieved to finally see somebody he recognised emerging from one of the rooms ahead.
“Dr Saroyan” he called out picking up his pace as he headed towards her, causing the older woman to turn in his direction
“Oh hey Zach. Is everything alright?” Apart from Hodgins, Zach hadn’t told anybody about his letter from the President or that he’d be flying out to Iraq in a little under seven days. After all the others could find out later that day, in two days, even just before he left and it wouldn’t spoil the one day that was supposed to be the happiest of their lives. No, he had to find Angela and tell her first, that way he wouldn’t ruin everything.
So instead of explaining himself he asked, “Do you know where Angela is?” Cam nodded indicating the room she’d just walked out of.
“She’s in there finishing getting ready. Why? You got a message from the nervous groom. He isn’t about to bail is he?” She smirked and offered the young anthropologist a playful wink, but Zach didn’t notice it, frantically shaking his head. Rolling her eyes Cam reached for the door handle and without knocking slowly pushed it open “You can go in Zach, it’s not like she’s going to be half naked or anything” She encouraged before sticking her head around the door and calling into the room “Angela you have a visitor”
“If it’s Jack tell him it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and we’ve only got ten minutes left anyway” Zach heard the familiar voice reply from behind the door, a hint of amusement to it’s tone. Finally taking in a deep breath, and from Cams insistent expression, he walked into the room.
The room was huge, this time pastel yellow walls accentuated the deep red of the carpet and in the centre of it all stood Angela, positioned in front of a full-length mirror, her dark hair falling in waves around her shoulders, perfect make-up giving her cheeks a soft pink blush. Immediately Zach thought that she was glowing, despite how impossible he knew it was, and not blind to her beauty before, he couldn’t remember ever seeing her look this amazing.
His staring was broken as the door clicked shut behind him and Angela finally glanced over her shoulder. “Zach! Hey, you’re the last person I expected to come up here” Smiling Zach reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a rectangular velvet case.
“I wanted to give you your wedding present,” he explained walking towards her.
“My what? Why?” reaching out she took the box from him and studied it in amazement.
“It’s not much, just a little something to remember me by” he explained. For a second, the artist moved to opened it but then paused looking directly at the man in front of her.
“Why do I need something to remember you by Zach…” then as realisation dawned on her, she found herself unable to look at him. Instead she focused all her attention on the box in her hand, before she moved, suddenly deciding that she needed to sit down.
“It’s because you’re going to Iraq isn't it?” her tone had become flat, lifeless.
Zach nodded unable to say the words out loud for fear that the more times he said it, the more real it would feel and the more terrified he'd become. Instead he asked “Hodgins told you?” she nodded finally looking at him once more.
“Yeah….not that he wanted to, but I could tell that something was wrong. Then, when he said that Booth was going to be his best man-”
“-I wanted to tell you before you got married. I didn’t want you finding out later and having it spoil your big day” Angela smiled savouring his innocence. Glancing down at the box her eyes filled with tears, willing them not to fall, she began to open it, its hinges creaked breaking the awkward silence between them.
Inside, on a pale blue satin cushion, laid a silver bracelet, embedded with purple stones.
“Oh Zach. It’s beautiful……..but I can’t accept this”
“But I want you to have it so-”
“-I don’t need something to remember you by Zach!” she cut him off, her voice high pitched and sounding distraught.
“There’s a distinct probability that I’m going to die” he replied. It was his factual tone that finally pushed her tears over the edge and she quickly reached for a tissue, trying not to ruin her make-up.
“Yes, when you're old and grey and surrounded by grandchildren. I can’t take this off you Zach, not when I know I’ll see you again”
“Then borrow it”
“What?”
“Isn’t that how it goes? The brides good luck ritual? Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue”
“Yeah but….”
“Then borrow it, and if I come back-” his eyes were wide, almost pleading with her.
“-When! You come back Zach, not if! When!”
“When, I come back, you can give it back to me and I’ll give it to you as your wedding day present and if I don’t…..” he let the sentence trail off and Angela nodded in agreement
“Ok” she said placing it onto the dresser besides her. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself “When do you leave?”
“Friday”
“Friday! But we’ll be in…..”
“New Zealand” he finished. Her eyes widened, she swallowed, fighting back the tears once more.
“Have you told Jack when you’re leaving?” her voice wavered. He shook his head.
“The others?”
“Told the others he’s leaving what? Ange your fathers just arrived” this new voice startled the two of them and they turned to find Brennan standing in the now open doorway.
“That I’m leaving, to let Angela finish getting ready” Zach lied, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. With a small nod towards the artist, he turned to walk away, and was shocked when she suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her, kissing him on the cheek.
“Thank you, Zach,” she whispered
To be Continued