"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" (4/4) - Bones (Jack/Angela)
Title: "Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" (Chapter 4/4)
Author: willowwood
Character(s)/Pairing: Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro.
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 364
Disclaimer: If I owned Bones Angela would have gotten a divorce, way back in S1 when the idea of her being married, first came into question.
Authors Notes: Well here it is at last, Chapter 4! And finally this story is complete! Sorry for not posting it sooner, the day I was going to post it (about a month or so ago lmao) my internet went ka-blue-ey and then it slowly turned into one of those things I never got around to doing. Then last week when I was going to post it, I started reading through the chapter again (I really should know better) and realised that certain aspects just didn’t work as well as I'd originally thought they did. So last night I finally sat my butt down and changed certain bits and pieces and finally here it is! I hope you enjoy it as much as the others. Also this is for callieach because she is truly one of the most awesome people I know, even if some people are too stupid to realise it.
Summary: The Squints follow an old Wedding Tradition, so nothing should go wrong.
Chapter 1: Something Old
Chapter 2: Something New
Chapter 3: Something Borrowed:
Something Blue
Descending the stairs Angela's surprised to find Booth standing in the Chapel lobby instead of her father, his large frame hunched over a piece of paper he's holding in his hand.
"Hey Booth! Bren said my Dad was here" At the sound of her voice he suddenly turns to face her, realising she's there for the first time, tucking the piece of paper into his jacket pocket in one fluid motion.
“He's just gone to the bathroo….." He trails off as his eyes come to rest on her "Wow!….Angela you look….I mean I know Bones said you looked amazing in your wedding dress but even someone with her vocabulary couldn't sum up how great you look right now…you just…” his eyes wide, as he regards her admiringly.
“Thanks Booth” she replies, breaking out into a smile.
After a few minutes of silence the agents face screws up in thought and he tilts his head to the side slightly, his brow creasing in thought “So are you sure you really want to go through with this?” it's a serious question and yet a small smirk slowly pulls at the edge of his lips.
Angela rolls her eyes, a disbelieving laugh mixing with her words. “Yes Booth, I'm sure! Seriously, it amazes me that you and Brennan are the only ones who are convinced I'm going to change my mind about this”
“We're not. It's just dressed like that, you look as though you should be marrying a rock star or…..you know a hot shot FBI agent-” he winks, his smirk never wavering “-not captain of the geek squad”
Angela couldn't help but smile “You don't mean that” she accused.
“Ok then…vice president of the geek squad, I forgot Zach’s captain” at the mention of Zach’s name Angela’s smile wavers ever so slightly.
“Oh come on…” he exclaims defensively, his whine making him sound more like a teenager than a 'hot-shot' FBI agent as he wrongly interprets her sudden change in demeanour “-how can you not expect me to ridicule the guy? In less than 30 minutes he's going to be married to the single most beautiful woman at the Jeffersonian, and he sifts through bugs and slime for a living, despite owning millions”
“And you definitely don't mean that
“You're right” he agreed his face suddenly becoming serious before the smirk slowly began to reappear “Crystal in accounting's kind of hot”
“Booth” she scolded slapping him on the forearm, only increasing his smart-ass grin that once again became serious once more, “So you got everything? All bride rituals accounted for?” she nodded.
“Something old?”
“The wedding march” she replied. Booth quirked a brow in confusion, but didn't say anything, instead nodding as though marking it of an imaginary check list.
“Something new?”
She smoothed down the front of her skirt “A new name, and a reasonably expensive designer wedding dress”
Another nod “Something borrowed?”
She showed him the bracelet she now wore around her wrist “A present from Zach” Booth whistled his appreciation studying the silver metal and purple stones.
“Who knew the guy’s got taste. Finally something blue?”
“Check” she confirmed, but when she didn't say or move to show him what it was he cocked his head to the side once more.
“Well?” he probed.
“If I showed you, Hodgins would probably kill you”
“Oh come on! I thought it was customary for the bride to flash her garter during the photo shoot?”
Angela leant forward until her face was merely millimetres away from Booths, an unmistakable mischievous glint in her eyes “It's not my garter that’s blue” she whispered not able to hide the smirk that quickly spread across her lips as Booths eyes grew unimaginably wide and he quickly straightened his back.
“That's Hodgins' wedding gift” she grinned
Booth swallowed “I hope Hodgins realises how lucky he is”
“He does, probably even more than you do” she nodded.
"Good, cause I'd hate to have to shoot the guy" He replied, this time there was no trace of a smirk on his lips.
* * *
Angela had never been big on tradition, after all wasn't that why she'd spent the majority of her life travelling around the world? Living wherever and however she fancied. Wasn't that why she’d made a split decision to get married in seven days, no long engagement, no hen night, no wedding coordinator, all because of a message written in fish?
Yet this was different, she felt as though she needed this particular tradition, needed the luck and happiness that it promised to deliver because no matter how much she loved Jack. No matter how much she wanted this day to happen. She couldn't deny that the very thought of marriage, being tied to one particular person for the rest of her life, scared the hell out of her. Not to mention that deep in her mind, she could still hear the stream of Brennan's statistics and moral ramblings trying to convince her that she was making a big mistake.
So she'd followed the tradition as if it was a matter of life and death. Something old - up until Hodgins had come back with his choice of song for the wedding march, she'd always planned to wear a pair of her mother's earrings, she still was. Something new - she'd always known it would be the dress; the new name for the two of them was just an added bonus. Something borrowed - a couple of days before the wedding she'd asked Brennan if she could wear one of her necklaces and then Zach had given her the bracelet. Something blue - She'd smiled when the young anthropologist had walked into her changing room wearing a blue velvet jacket, matching the blue flowers that lined the aisle, leading a path up to the alter. Then she'd chosen the blue lace lingerie the night before from Victoria Secrets as a surprise for Hodgins' wedding night.
Nevertheless, despite all this, despite having everything covered. She still couldn't fight the feeling that something was going to go wrong. Making her way up the aisle, holding on to her fathers arm all eyes were trained on her, but she didn't see them. Instead her attention was trained on Jack, as he slowly turned to face her, an encouraging, warm smile spread across his lips, causing the butterflies in her stomach, that were already making her feel queasy, pick up another notch. Unconsciously she tightened her grip on her father's arm, afraid that if it loosened, even slightly she might fall or run.
When they finally reached the alter her father dropped her arm, lowered her hood and kissed her on the cheek. She didn't want him to leave but had already agreed that he could and so taking in a deep breath she turned to the man she was about to marry. That was when she noticed what he'd done, the old green rubber band wrapped around his wrist, the cufflinks he'd mentioned he was borrowing off Booth, the new suit and finally his eyes. Two deep blue orbs that searched her face and displayed more love and affection than she'd ever believe, she truly deserved. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she realised nothing could possibly go wrong, that this was Jack Hodgins she was marrying. The guy who sifted through dirt and bugs everyday, the guy who still loved her even after she'd refused a second date, the guy who'd asked her to marry him twice and still wasn't fazed when she turned him down.
Jack Hodgins was the guy who promised to love her unconditionally.
The butterflies were just starting to settle down when the door to the chapel opened and a man in a grey suit strode towards them, disrupting the ceremony before it had even began. “Excuse me; is this the Hodgins-Montenegro nuptials?”
They both turned to face him, there expressions a mixture of annoyance and confusion. As he began to explain himself, Angela realised that she'd been wrong, despite what they'd both done, the effort they'd taken. The tradition hadn't worked; everything would go wrong, horribly wrong.
The End
Author: willowwood
Character(s)/Pairing: Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro.
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 364
Disclaimer: If I owned Bones Angela would have gotten a divorce, way back in S1 when the idea of her being married, first came into question.
Authors Notes: Well here it is at last, Chapter 4! And finally this story is complete! Sorry for not posting it sooner, the day I was going to post it (about a month or so ago lmao) my internet went ka-blue-ey and then it slowly turned into one of those things I never got around to doing. Then last week when I was going to post it, I started reading through the chapter again (I really should know better) and realised that certain aspects just didn’t work as well as I'd originally thought they did. So last night I finally sat my butt down and changed certain bits and pieces and finally here it is! I hope you enjoy it as much as the others. Also this is for callieach because she is truly one of the most awesome people I know, even if some people are too stupid to realise it.
Summary: The Squints follow an old Wedding Tradition, so nothing should go wrong.
Chapter 1: Something Old
Chapter 2: Something New
Chapter 3: Something Borrowed:
Something Blue
Descending the stairs Angela's surprised to find Booth standing in the Chapel lobby instead of her father, his large frame hunched over a piece of paper he's holding in his hand.
"Hey Booth! Bren said my Dad was here" At the sound of her voice he suddenly turns to face her, realising she's there for the first time, tucking the piece of paper into his jacket pocket in one fluid motion.
“He's just gone to the bathroo….." He trails off as his eyes come to rest on her "Wow!….Angela you look….I mean I know Bones said you looked amazing in your wedding dress but even someone with her vocabulary couldn't sum up how great you look right now…you just…” his eyes wide, as he regards her admiringly.
“Thanks Booth” she replies, breaking out into a smile.
After a few minutes of silence the agents face screws up in thought and he tilts his head to the side slightly, his brow creasing in thought “So are you sure you really want to go through with this?” it's a serious question and yet a small smirk slowly pulls at the edge of his lips.
Angela rolls her eyes, a disbelieving laugh mixing with her words. “Yes Booth, I'm sure! Seriously, it amazes me that you and Brennan are the only ones who are convinced I'm going to change my mind about this”
“We're not. It's just dressed like that, you look as though you should be marrying a rock star or…..you know a hot shot FBI agent-” he winks, his smirk never wavering “-not captain of the geek squad”
Angela couldn't help but smile “You don't mean that” she accused.
“Ok then…vice president of the geek squad, I forgot Zach’s captain” at the mention of Zach’s name Angela’s smile wavers ever so slightly.
“Oh come on…” he exclaims defensively, his whine making him sound more like a teenager than a 'hot-shot' FBI agent as he wrongly interprets her sudden change in demeanour “-how can you not expect me to ridicule the guy? In less than 30 minutes he's going to be married to the single most beautiful woman at the Jeffersonian, and he sifts through bugs and slime for a living, despite owning millions”
“And you definitely don't mean that
“You're right” he agreed his face suddenly becoming serious before the smirk slowly began to reappear “Crystal in accounting's kind of hot”
“Booth” she scolded slapping him on the forearm, only increasing his smart-ass grin that once again became serious once more, “So you got everything? All bride rituals accounted for?” she nodded.
“Something old?”
“The wedding march” she replied. Booth quirked a brow in confusion, but didn't say anything, instead nodding as though marking it of an imaginary check list.
“Something new?”
She smoothed down the front of her skirt “A new name, and a reasonably expensive designer wedding dress”
Another nod “Something borrowed?”
She showed him the bracelet she now wore around her wrist “A present from Zach” Booth whistled his appreciation studying the silver metal and purple stones.
“Who knew the guy’s got taste. Finally something blue?”
“Check” she confirmed, but when she didn't say or move to show him what it was he cocked his head to the side once more.
“Well?” he probed.
“If I showed you, Hodgins would probably kill you”
“Oh come on! I thought it was customary for the bride to flash her garter during the photo shoot?”
Angela leant forward until her face was merely millimetres away from Booths, an unmistakable mischievous glint in her eyes “It's not my garter that’s blue” she whispered not able to hide the smirk that quickly spread across her lips as Booths eyes grew unimaginably wide and he quickly straightened his back.
“That's Hodgins' wedding gift” she grinned
Booth swallowed “I hope Hodgins realises how lucky he is”
“He does, probably even more than you do” she nodded.
"Good, cause I'd hate to have to shoot the guy" He replied, this time there was no trace of a smirk on his lips.
* * *
Angela had never been big on tradition, after all wasn't that why she'd spent the majority of her life travelling around the world? Living wherever and however she fancied. Wasn't that why she’d made a split decision to get married in seven days, no long engagement, no hen night, no wedding coordinator, all because of a message written in fish?
Yet this was different, she felt as though she needed this particular tradition, needed the luck and happiness that it promised to deliver because no matter how much she loved Jack. No matter how much she wanted this day to happen. She couldn't deny that the very thought of marriage, being tied to one particular person for the rest of her life, scared the hell out of her. Not to mention that deep in her mind, she could still hear the stream of Brennan's statistics and moral ramblings trying to convince her that she was making a big mistake.
So she'd followed the tradition as if it was a matter of life and death. Something old - up until Hodgins had come back with his choice of song for the wedding march, she'd always planned to wear a pair of her mother's earrings, she still was. Something new - she'd always known it would be the dress; the new name for the two of them was just an added bonus. Something borrowed - a couple of days before the wedding she'd asked Brennan if she could wear one of her necklaces and then Zach had given her the bracelet. Something blue - She'd smiled when the young anthropologist had walked into her changing room wearing a blue velvet jacket, matching the blue flowers that lined the aisle, leading a path up to the alter. Then she'd chosen the blue lace lingerie the night before from Victoria Secrets as a surprise for Hodgins' wedding night.
Nevertheless, despite all this, despite having everything covered. She still couldn't fight the feeling that something was going to go wrong. Making her way up the aisle, holding on to her fathers arm all eyes were trained on her, but she didn't see them. Instead her attention was trained on Jack, as he slowly turned to face her, an encouraging, warm smile spread across his lips, causing the butterflies in her stomach, that were already making her feel queasy, pick up another notch. Unconsciously she tightened her grip on her father's arm, afraid that if it loosened, even slightly she might fall or run.
When they finally reached the alter her father dropped her arm, lowered her hood and kissed her on the cheek. She didn't want him to leave but had already agreed that he could and so taking in a deep breath she turned to the man she was about to marry. That was when she noticed what he'd done, the old green rubber band wrapped around his wrist, the cufflinks he'd mentioned he was borrowing off Booth, the new suit and finally his eyes. Two deep blue orbs that searched her face and displayed more love and affection than she'd ever believe, she truly deserved. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she realised nothing could possibly go wrong, that this was Jack Hodgins she was marrying. The guy who sifted through dirt and bugs everyday, the guy who still loved her even after she'd refused a second date, the guy who'd asked her to marry him twice and still wasn't fazed when she turned him down.
Jack Hodgins was the guy who promised to love her unconditionally.
The butterflies were just starting to settle down when the door to the chapel opened and a man in a grey suit strode towards them, disrupting the ceremony before it had even began. “Excuse me; is this the Hodgins-Montenegro nuptials?”
They both turned to face him, there expressions a mixture of annoyance and confusion. As he began to explain himself, Angela realised that she'd been wrong, despite what they'd both done, the effort they'd taken. The tradition hadn't worked; everything would go wrong, horribly wrong.
The End