Summary: It was a simple eyebrow lift. But it still felt weird. Because she was looking at Zach Addy…CZ!
Idle purposes only.
This one shot sprung out of a vote I had on another site. Voters were asked to choose who Zach should kiss. Their options were a) Angela, b) Brennan, c) Cam and d) All of them. Cam won. I realize that a lot of Bones watchers are closet CZ shippers, even though we don't want anything to happen like at all.
It also sprung out of me thinking about sexy soldiers. And the fact that Zach was sort of a soldier. And I have a crush on Zach right now, so…
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Zach would work out more.
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"Great," said Jack, "Now we'll never get anywhere."
Cam sighed and slunk further down in the car seat. She didn't want to say it out loud, but she would rather be soaking in a bath of rose scented water than be going to the deep rural areas with Hodgins, Angela and Zach in an old broken down van. But they had to meet with Seely and Dr. Brennan to investigate a scene that was wayyyyy past where Jesus lost his sandals, according to Angela. Even if it meant driving miles and miles in an old truck (the only transportation available) that had a serious engine problem.
"It says here that to keep your man constantly thinking of you, spray your perfume in his closet. Well that's stupid," Angela was reading some magazine that was trying it's best to be a rip-off of Cosmo.
"Angela, the truck won't move. I think that's more important than the dating habits of upper-middle class women?" Cam asked her, "Can't we come out, see if we can fix it?"
"This truck is very old," said Zach, "And with our combined limited knowledge of how to fix vehicles in general…"
"Yes, I see where you're going," said Cam, "But it's important that we reach the scene in time so we can get to work. We only have several hours of daylight left."
She heard a mumble from Angela but ignored it.
"Come on. We'll get dirty. It'll be fun." Cam got out of the truck and went to pop the trunk. Zach came out behind her, followed by Jack. Angela stayed inside.
"Okay," said Hodgins, "What do we have here?"
"A vehicular engine," Zach stated the obvious.
"I think we can all see that, Zach," Cam pointed, "That's what's usually under a hood."
"You three okay out there?' Angela shouted from her seat.
"Okay," said Cam, "What do we know about engines?"
"Induction, compression, power, exhaust…" said Jack.
"If it's the carburetor, I can help," said Zach, "I was taught everything about the carburetor from my uncle's Cadillac. It broke down a lot."
"Try that then. Hopefully that's it." Cam looked at the contraption. She had less of an idea how this thing ran than they did.
"What's this thing?" said Hodgins, and before she could say that it was obviously some cork used to stop the spillage of oil, a black fountain spewed up and drenched Zach's shirt in oil.
"Woops," Jack said as Zach looked mournfully at his shirt.
"I liked this shirt,"
"Sorry, dude. Just take it off," Jack capped the flow and wiped his hand in Zach's ruined shirt, "It's done for anyway," he justified.
"Alright." Zach looked at Cam a little nervously, "Uh, Dr. Saroyan, will you look away?"
"Zach, I assure you, you have nothing to interest me under that shirt," she said in her deadpan style. She crossed her hands over her chest and looked into the engine, trying to decipher the mystery that it was. The movement in the corner of her eye caused her to look over.
Her right eyebrow lifted in surprise.
It was almost an involuntary movement. One which was justified because never before this had Cam thought of the words Zach and bicep in the same sentence. Unless the words not and no were also involved. But there they were, arm muscles sprinkled with tiny brown freckles. They flexed as he started to tinker with the carburetor. It caused her to look further.
Nice shoulders, though they weren't the best she'd seen. Not a memorable chest, but on Zach it might as well be. Narrow hips that held up his jeans. Indentations that could be termed abdominal muscles. He was wearing his dog tag. Cam's mind flicked to all those novels she had read involving men coming home from war…
Whoa! Hang on a minute! This was ZACH she was talking about! Not Rayne Rodham who returned from Desert Storm to find the woman he loved married to another man and gave into passion and desire in a field of hay under the stars. This was Zach. Dr. Addy. The same person who went on and on for hours in the car talking about the life cycle of the hummingbird till Cam wanted to strangle him. But she had to admit…the surprise was pleasant.
She stared a bit longer at his arms and then at his face: it was the same face. He was staring at the battery like he was computing it. How could that face have any correlation with a hot body?
She almost physically slapped herself. ZACH DID NOT HAVE A HOT BODY!
"Okay, try that now!" he hollered to Hodgins, who Cam just realized must have gone back into the truck. It shook Cam out of her crazy thoughts. Thank goodness.
The engine sputtered to life and Zach sent her a triumphant grin. Her eyes were at his shoulder, counting freckles.
"I should have learned more about the car from my uncle, but all I learned was the carburetor," he said, sounding like a robot as usual.
She noticed she was nodding stupidly and stopped.
He slammed the engine closed and walked around the truck, possibly to get a shirt. That was enough daydreaming for today. She watched him, clearing her throat and finally trusting herself to talk.
"Alright, now that the drama is over, let's get back on the road. We have to get there in an hour."
She turned and looked in the truck to see Angela peeking over her Cosmo watching Zach's progress.
Her right eyebrow was raised.
Are you squirming?
Or are you strangely intrigued?
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(big sunshiny grin)