"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" (2/4) - Bones (Jack/Angela)
Title: "Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" (Chapter 2/4)
Author: willowwood
Character(s)/Pairing: Angela Montenegro, Temperance Brennan, Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 328
Disclaimer:……I'm still waiting for the "Bug Man" rotflmao.
Summary: The Squints follow an old Wedding Tradition, so nothing should go wrong.
Chapter One - "Something Old"
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue"
Something New
When Angela had asked her to go wedding dress shopping with her, Brennan had felt more uncomfortable than she knew she probably should have.
When the artist had declined her suggestion of asking Cam if she’d like to join them as well, saying that this was something she wanted to do with her best friend, and her best friend alone, the anthropologist had felt absolutely terrified.
Yet on the previous evening when Angela had called to make sure she was still going to be able to make it the next morning, no matter how many excuses she found herself able to come up with. No matter how many of them actually sounded plausible, she still couldn’t bring herself to say them aloud.
Which is why, that morning, she found herself sitting in, what was according to Angela, one of the best dress makers in D.C, telling herself that all she had to do was Oohh and Ahhh in all the right places and keep to herself, the fact that marriage was merely a peripheral expedition towards social acceptance.
So that was what she did, she commented on the intricate decoration of the corset design, and suggested that Angela would look better with her hair down if she chose the halter neck design, she’d even managed to show interest in the half dozen bridesmaid dresses that had been paraded in front of her.
After all, wasn’t that what best friends are supposed to do? Keep everybody happy? Or happier in Angela’s case, because despite her own personal dislike of the whole proceedings, she couldn’t deny that this was the happiest she’d seen her best friend in a very long time.
Yet this façade she was trying to keep hold of - being surrounded by a mass of white, cream, champagne and pearl coloured dresses; women who were doe-eyed by sequinned shoes and plastic tiaras, choosing it all to simply go through one day in their lives where they’d be given a certificate, that would legally bind them to the man they may or may not spend the rest of their lives with - went against everything she believed in.
After all Angela loved Jack, she knew it, he knew it, anybody who saw them interact knew it. So did they really need a piece of paper, two gold bands and an album filled with carefully posed photographs to prove it to the world?
When Angela finally exited the changing room, once again dressed in the jeans and t-shirt she'd picked Brennan up in that morning. The anthropologist couldn’t remember how many dresses the artist had tried on that morning, and it had been a long time since she’d stopped asking how much it cost or what designer, she’d never heard of, had made it. All she did know for certain was that whilst Angela had smiled and gushed over numerous different ones, they were yet to find one that she’d fallen in love with, and the enthusiasm she’d held earlier that morning was quickly beginning to disappear.
“What’s wrong?” Brennan asked as Angela dropped onto the overly stuffed couch besides her with a defeated sigh.
“It’s hopeless” the artist replied running a hand through her hair “Jack’s right. I’m insane to think that I’ll be able to find a dress that I love, and that fits me perfectly, because I don’t have time to get it altered. A chapel with a free spot this Saturday and basically organise a whole wedding in seven days-” She turned giving her friend a sideways glance “-Do you think I'm crazy?” she asked. Brennan placed her hand on Angela’s arm and smiled encouragingly. It didn’t work.
“I don’t want a simple wedding, Bren-”
“-You never want anything simple,-” the anthropologist laughed.
“-I want the big wedding, with the grand chapel, my friends, my dad, a beautiful dress…..and a harpist” she sighed.
“A harpist?” Brennan repeated looking confused and Angela couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, a harpist” she agreed.
“And that’s what you’ll have Ange and it’ll be perfect…..the only thing I find crazy is that I’m going to have to get used to introducing you as Mrs Hodgins” She’d tried to be humorous, but the joke fell flat, causing Angela to look even more distressed than she had before.
“That might not be the case…..exactly” she replied crossing her arms and looking even more worried.
“What? Why? Isn’t that what you do at a wedding? Take the same name and become part of the same family?”
“Yeah”
“Then why? Your not changing your mind are you? Ange we’ll find you a dress”
“What? No, god no. I asked him remember” The artist protested her eyes wide.
“Only after turning him down twice”
“Oh yeah-” Angela chuckled “Cause Jack telling me that he loves me and wants to be with me forever, whether we're married or not was all part of his cunning plan to get me to ask him to marry me” she raised a speculative brow
“Men can be very persuasive,” Brennan argued not picking up on the sarcasm in her friend's voice. Angela rolled her eyes
“Jack's not like that, and I’m marrying him this weekend even if it kills me. It’s just…..” she paused as though trying to figure out what to say next “When I asked him the other day if he wanted me to change my name he said it was my choice-”
“-and you don’t want to?”
“No I do. I want the world to know that I’m married to Jack, it’s just….it sounds weird don’t you think?” her brow furrowed “Mrs Angela Hodgins? I’ve never even had my Dad’s name Bren, and with Mom gone and no other family-”
“-You want to keep her name alive” it was more of a statement than a question but Angela answered it anyway.
“Yeah, but then I want to be Mrs Jack Stanley Hodgins too-”
“Excuse me ladies but is this the Montenegro-Hodgins bridal party?” During there conversation neither of them had noticed the approaching shop assistant, who now stood in front of them, holding yet another dress in her hands.
“Say that again” Angela suddenly snapped, turning her attention towards the other woman, not quite sure, she’d heard her right.
“Is this the bridal party?” the assistant repeated looking confused.
Angela shook her head “No, the Montenegro-Hodgins part”
“Montenegro-Hodgins” she repeated her brow furrowing, no doubt thinking that the forensic artist was completely insane.
“Yes it is” Brennan finally replied answering the assistant's earlier question, whilst Angela appeared to have become suddenly lost within her own thoughts.
“I found this dress out back it’s a little different from our conventional designs, but it’s Miss Montenegro’s size. A young lady brought it a few months ago then had to cancel the wedding at the last minute so she brought it back,” she explained. Angela didn’t move so Brennan took the dress off the other woman and carried it back to the artist before pushing it into her arms and ushering her back into the changing room. The assistant raised a concerned brow at Angela's sudden bizarre behaviour and Brennan could only smile sheepishly.
When Angela re-emerged ten minutes later, she still had a look of thought spread across her features but Brennan didn’t see it. Instead, her attention was focused completely on the dress that Angela was now wearing. The bodice accentuated the artist's slim figure; the cream silk enhanced the paleness of her skin and the warm tones of her hair and eyes. When Angela turned to regard herself in the wall filled with mirrors, her smile could have lit up the room.
“Angela Montenegro-Hodgins” she said aloud, slowly as though to let the name sink in “What do you think Bren?” she asked smoothing down the skirt and looking at her friend through the reflective glass.
“It’s perfect” Brennan replied. Neither of them realising that she hadn’t heard a word the forensic artist had said.
To be continued
Author: willowwood
Character(s)/Pairing: Angela Montenegro, Temperance Brennan, Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro
Rating: PG
Words: 1, 328
Disclaimer:……I'm still waiting for the "Bug Man" rotflmao.
Summary: The Squints follow an old Wedding Tradition, so nothing should go wrong.
Chapter One - "Something Old"
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue"
Something New
When Angela had asked her to go wedding dress shopping with her, Brennan had felt more uncomfortable than she knew she probably should have.
When the artist had declined her suggestion of asking Cam if she’d like to join them as well, saying that this was something she wanted to do with her best friend, and her best friend alone, the anthropologist had felt absolutely terrified.
Yet on the previous evening when Angela had called to make sure she was still going to be able to make it the next morning, no matter how many excuses she found herself able to come up with. No matter how many of them actually sounded plausible, she still couldn’t bring herself to say them aloud.
Which is why, that morning, she found herself sitting in, what was according to Angela, one of the best dress makers in D.C, telling herself that all she had to do was Oohh and Ahhh in all the right places and keep to herself, the fact that marriage was merely a peripheral expedition towards social acceptance.
So that was what she did, she commented on the intricate decoration of the corset design, and suggested that Angela would look better with her hair down if she chose the halter neck design, she’d even managed to show interest in the half dozen bridesmaid dresses that had been paraded in front of her.
After all, wasn’t that what best friends are supposed to do? Keep everybody happy? Or happier in Angela’s case, because despite her own personal dislike of the whole proceedings, she couldn’t deny that this was the happiest she’d seen her best friend in a very long time.
Yet this façade she was trying to keep hold of - being surrounded by a mass of white, cream, champagne and pearl coloured dresses; women who were doe-eyed by sequinned shoes and plastic tiaras, choosing it all to simply go through one day in their lives where they’d be given a certificate, that would legally bind them to the man they may or may not spend the rest of their lives with - went against everything she believed in.
After all Angela loved Jack, she knew it, he knew it, anybody who saw them interact knew it. So did they really need a piece of paper, two gold bands and an album filled with carefully posed photographs to prove it to the world?
When Angela finally exited the changing room, once again dressed in the jeans and t-shirt she'd picked Brennan up in that morning. The anthropologist couldn’t remember how many dresses the artist had tried on that morning, and it had been a long time since she’d stopped asking how much it cost or what designer, she’d never heard of, had made it. All she did know for certain was that whilst Angela had smiled and gushed over numerous different ones, they were yet to find one that she’d fallen in love with, and the enthusiasm she’d held earlier that morning was quickly beginning to disappear.
“What’s wrong?” Brennan asked as Angela dropped onto the overly stuffed couch besides her with a defeated sigh.
“It’s hopeless” the artist replied running a hand through her hair “Jack’s right. I’m insane to think that I’ll be able to find a dress that I love, and that fits me perfectly, because I don’t have time to get it altered. A chapel with a free spot this Saturday and basically organise a whole wedding in seven days-” She turned giving her friend a sideways glance “-Do you think I'm crazy?” she asked. Brennan placed her hand on Angela’s arm and smiled encouragingly. It didn’t work.
“I don’t want a simple wedding, Bren-”
“-You never want anything simple,-” the anthropologist laughed.
“-I want the big wedding, with the grand chapel, my friends, my dad, a beautiful dress…..and a harpist” she sighed.
“A harpist?” Brennan repeated looking confused and Angela couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, a harpist” she agreed.
“And that’s what you’ll have Ange and it’ll be perfect…..the only thing I find crazy is that I’m going to have to get used to introducing you as Mrs Hodgins” She’d tried to be humorous, but the joke fell flat, causing Angela to look even more distressed than she had before.
“That might not be the case…..exactly” she replied crossing her arms and looking even more worried.
“What? Why? Isn’t that what you do at a wedding? Take the same name and become part of the same family?”
“Yeah”
“Then why? Your not changing your mind are you? Ange we’ll find you a dress”
“What? No, god no. I asked him remember” The artist protested her eyes wide.
“Only after turning him down twice”
“Oh yeah-” Angela chuckled “Cause Jack telling me that he loves me and wants to be with me forever, whether we're married or not was all part of his cunning plan to get me to ask him to marry me” she raised a speculative brow
“Men can be very persuasive,” Brennan argued not picking up on the sarcasm in her friend's voice. Angela rolled her eyes
“Jack's not like that, and I’m marrying him this weekend even if it kills me. It’s just…..” she paused as though trying to figure out what to say next “When I asked him the other day if he wanted me to change my name he said it was my choice-”
“-and you don’t want to?”
“No I do. I want the world to know that I’m married to Jack, it’s just….it sounds weird don’t you think?” her brow furrowed “Mrs Angela Hodgins? I’ve never even had my Dad’s name Bren, and with Mom gone and no other family-”
“-You want to keep her name alive” it was more of a statement than a question but Angela answered it anyway.
“Yeah, but then I want to be Mrs Jack Stanley Hodgins too-”
“Excuse me ladies but is this the Montenegro-Hodgins bridal party?” During there conversation neither of them had noticed the approaching shop assistant, who now stood in front of them, holding yet another dress in her hands.
“Say that again” Angela suddenly snapped, turning her attention towards the other woman, not quite sure, she’d heard her right.
“Is this the bridal party?” the assistant repeated looking confused.
Angela shook her head “No, the Montenegro-Hodgins part”
“Montenegro-Hodgins” she repeated her brow furrowing, no doubt thinking that the forensic artist was completely insane.
“Yes it is” Brennan finally replied answering the assistant's earlier question, whilst Angela appeared to have become suddenly lost within her own thoughts.
“I found this dress out back it’s a little different from our conventional designs, but it’s Miss Montenegro’s size. A young lady brought it a few months ago then had to cancel the wedding at the last minute so she brought it back,” she explained. Angela didn’t move so Brennan took the dress off the other woman and carried it back to the artist before pushing it into her arms and ushering her back into the changing room. The assistant raised a concerned brow at Angela's sudden bizarre behaviour and Brennan could only smile sheepishly.
When Angela re-emerged ten minutes later, she still had a look of thought spread across her features but Brennan didn’t see it. Instead, her attention was focused completely on the dress that Angela was now wearing. The bodice accentuated the artist's slim figure; the cream silk enhanced the paleness of her skin and the warm tones of her hair and eyes. When Angela turned to regard herself in the wall filled with mirrors, her smile could have lit up the room.
“Angela Montenegro-Hodgins” she said aloud, slowly as though to let the name sink in “What do you think Bren?” she asked smoothing down the skirt and looking at her friend through the reflective glass.
“It’s perfect” Brennan replied. Neither of them realising that she hadn’t heard a word the forensic artist had said.
To be continued