A/N: So, I realize I am one of a very few Bones fans in the world who actually care more about Angela and Hodgins getting back together than about Bones and Booth eventually getting together…but, as I was incredibly excited about the events of last night's episode, I got inspired by the Muses to write about it. This story will start out as a one-shot, but with the possibility of expanding if people are interested, so let me know in your reviews. If anyone would be interested in beta-ing possible further chapters, that would also be great – let me know. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of its characters, they belong to Fox, Hart Hanson, etc. I also don't own the title, which comes from a quote by Mother Teresa. The entire quote is, "We have been created for greater things. Not just to be a number in the world. Not just to go for diplomas and degrees. This work and that work. We have been created in order to love and to be loved."
Created for Greater Things
As Angela and Hodgins walked out of the jail cell that had been bedroom, game room, workplace, and now wedding "chapel" over the past two days, the reality of what they had just done began to settle in.
"Jack," Angela said softly, putting a hand out to stop him from walking any further, "we just got married." She said it as a statement, but in that voice that said she couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
"Yeah," Hodgins replied questioningly. "Wait," he said, pausing and turning to look directly at her, "please don't tell me you're already having regrets."
"No, no, I'm happier than I have been since…well, since we broke up. I just….what now?" she asked, gazing into his deep blue eyes.
"Now we go back to your place, get whatever you need for the next few days, and then head home. And by home, I mean my – our – bedroom, where I plan on spending the entire weekend with you. Preferably with both of us naked."
"Our bedroom?" Angela asked teasingly.
"Well, I mean, only if you want it to be," Hodgins stammered out. At that, Angela grabbed his face and pulled him in close to her, kissing him soundly.
"Hodgins," she said, mock sternly, "stop worrying so much. I'm yours – I belong to you. I'm your girl," she added, echoing his sentiments from at their wedding and when she thought she was pregnant. He looked adoringly into her big, warm, chocolate-brown eyes and kissed her as deeply as he could. Pulling away with a great deal of effort, he held her hand tightly, saying,
"Okay, then, let's go home."
On their way from Angela's apartment to Hodgins' mansion, Angela suddenly exclaimed,
"Wait, shouldn't we be telling people we got married?"
"Like who, your father?" Hodgins replied sarcastically.
"No, that one I'm going to have to work up to…although I'm sure he'll be happy to know you didn't break my heart after all. I meant Bren, or Booth, or Cam, or Sweets. Maybe Cam'll even give us some time off work," she added hopefully.
"Yeah, fat chance of that," Hodgins sighed, then thought of something else.
"You know, you're right. We're going to need to make a little detour before heading home," he said as he made an abrupt and illegal U-turn.
"Jack! We just spent the past two days in jail! Shouldn't you be a little more law-abiding in this car? And where are we going anyway – I don't think anyone's still at the lab?" Angela asked, confused and somewhat concerned as Hodgins began to vastly exceed the speed limit.
"It'll just take a minute," he muttered, more to himself than in reply to
Angela. "Luckily we're pretty close."
"What will just take a minute? We're pretty close to what? Hodgins!"
"Sorry, I'm just…" Hodgins drifted off, clearly lost in his thoughts. Angela shook her head in bewilderment and decided she wasn't going to get any answers out of him right now.
"I guess that's what I get for marrying the crazy bug guy," she thought to herself. A few minutes later, though, she got her answer as they pulled into the parking lot of the McKinley Psychiatric Hospital.
"Jack, it's 8:30 at night. Do you really think they're going to let us in to see him?" Angela asked gently. Hodgins pulled the keys out of the ignition, sat back, and turned to look at her, his eyes sad and pleading.
"I have to try. If we're telling anyone tonight, it should be him."
"Okay," she said, clasping his hand and leaning over to kiss him quickly, "Let's go." The two of them got into the car and walked briskly toward the dark and imposing hospital, hand in hand, hoping that somehow, someway, someone would take mercy on them and allow them in to see their best friend. Unfortunately, the moment they walked through the doorway, one of the nurses on duty was walking by and stopped them, saying dismissively,
"Visitors' hours were over at 6, so y'all are gonna have to come back tomorrow." She turned to keep walking down the hallway when she was stopped by the sound of Hodgins' begging.
"Please, Zack's my best friend, and we," he said, motioning to himself and Angela, "just got married, and we really want him to be the first to know, especially since he's stuck in here, and –"
"Look, I'm sure you have a really nice speech planned, but you can come back tomorrow morning at 10 and tell him then," the nurse interrupted firmly and continued her rounds through the hospital. At the mention of Zack's name, however, the security guard at the front desk had perked up.
"You're Zach Addy's best friend?"
"Yes!" Hodgins exclaimed, visibly relieved. "Is there any way you can…?"
"Only because I've got a soft spot for the kid – he's not like the rest of 'em in here. You've got about fifteen minutes before the nurse comes back, so don't get me in trouble."
"We won't, sir, we promise," Angela replied, giving Hodgins a look.
"Yeah, we promise. Thank you," Hodgins added as they quickly followed the guard down the other side of the hallway from the way the nurse had gone to Zack's room. He unlocked the door, poked his head in, and said,
"Hey, Dr. Addy, I've got a surprise for you."
"More logic problems?" Zack asked hopefully. The guard chuckled.
"No, I think this is something even better," he said as he opened the door wider to reveal Angela and Hodgins.
"Hey, buddy, sorry it's been a while," Hodgins said, walking in and sitting down next to Zack on the bed.
"Yeah, me too. I should get here more often," Angela added, walking over to join them and giving Zack a big hug.
"Fifteen minutes," the guard reminded them before shutting the door and leaving the three of them alone. Zack smiled in surprise, then looked confused.
"Why did he say fifteen minutes? And why are you two here together – you never come together? Did something happen?"
"We only have fifteen minutes before we get in trouble for being here, and we're here together because…" Angela drifted off, sensing that Hodgins would want to be the one who actually told Zack what happened.
"We wanted you to be the first one we told…Angela and I got married."
"That's…wow, I guess this is where I say congratulations," Zack replied.
"Yes, that would be the socially acceptable thing to do here," Hodgins teased as Angela put her arm around him and added,
"Thanks, Zack."
"Of course. I'm glad you finally got to go through with it," he replied matter-of-factly, having heard about their break-up and subsequent issues and tensions over the past two years from both of them. "Why did you want to come tell me first? Weren't Dr. Brennan and Dr. Saroyan and Booth there?"
"I wanted to tell you first because you're my best friend, Zack," Hodgins said, a bit taken aback.
"Even in here?" Zack asked with just a tinge of sadness in his voice.
"Of course, even in here. You think where you are would make you less of a friend to either of us?" Angela replied incredulously.
"Logically speaking, it makes sense that if someone is locked up, and you see him or her less often, that any affection that was previously had would have lessened…"
"Logic doesn't have anything to do with it. I'm pretty sure Angela and I are proof of that," Hodgins replied warmly. They spent the next ten minutes telling Zack about their wedding, how the rest of the team was doing, and some of the cases they had had recently. Unfortunately, their visit was cut short by the fear of getting caught and getting in trouble, an experience they didn't want to repeat any time soon. The two of them left with more hugs and promises to visit again soon, and the profound sadness they felt every time they left to return to the real world and had to leave Zack stuck in the hospital.
As they finally pulled into Hodgins' driveway and got out of the car, Angela began to walk around to the trunk to get the bags that she had gotten together from her apartment.
"Wait," Hodgins said, walking over to her and scooping her up so that one arm was under her knees and the other around her back. She instinctively put her arms around her neck and squealed, "Jack! What are you doing?"
"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all, "some things I have to be traditional about." With that, he walked quickly to his front door, struggled to open it without dropping her, and carried her over the threshold to their new life together. Despite his earlier words, when he put her down, they didn't even make it to the bedroom. He pulled Angela close to him, wove his hands through her hair, and kissed her deeply, reveling in her scent, her touch, and the knowledge that he never had to worry about being apart from her again.
She broke the kiss only briefly to unzip his jacket and unbutton his shirt, then pulled him back to her.
"I love you, Jack. You know that, right?"
"I love you too, Angela. I never stopped." They spent the next few minutes lovingly kissing and pulling each others' clothes off.
"So much for the bedroom, huh?" Angela asked jokingly.
"Oh, we'll get there eventually…you know, after the kitchen, and the hallway, and the…"
"Shut up and just kiss me, you fool," she replied, mock exasperated.
"I love it when you boss me around," he responded, taking all of her in with his twinkling blue eyes, then pulling her over to the couch and laying down gently on top of her. They began to kiss again, hungrily but passionately as he entered her and they made love for the first time in a year and a half. True to his word, they then followed that up in all of the rooms of house between there and the bedroom, where they finally collapsed, exhausted, in their bed. Hodgins curled up behind Angela, remembering how perfectly they fit together, and gently kissed her shoulder before they drifted off to sleep.