After watching the second half of 'Yanks In The UK' last night, I realised just how sad it is towards the end. So I decided to write this story. It's set after Angela and Hodgins break up, though minus the part where Angela calls Brennan.

Enjoy!

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Chapter One: Denial

"Angela, are you okay? Brennan asked, after watching her friend stare at the blank canvas in front of her for an hour. It wasn't all that out of the ordinary; Angela would often sit there and wait for inspiration or an idea to come. Though, usually she had a pencil in her hand, or in her hair, or resting above her ear. Today, she held nothing. She was just sitting there staring.

"Pardon?" she answered, only then becoming aware of Brennan's presence.

"I asked if you're okay," Brennan repeated, only to be met by silence. "Are you?"

Sighing, Angela said, "yes and no. To be honest I have no idea."

Brennan sat down on the artist's leather couch and asked, "do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," Ange snapped, getting up from her chair and moving to sit at her desk.

Recalling what she had witnessed numerous times throughout the course of the week, Brennan said, "do you and Dr Hodgins have a fight? I noticed that the two of you haven't been as happy in the past few days. In fact, I haven't seen you talk to each other at all."

"It's nothing, Brennan. It was just a bit of a disagreement, a misunderstanding. Nothing to worry about," Angela brushed it off easily.

During the past four days, Angela had begun what some would call 'The Five Stages of Grief'. All week she'd been denying the fact that her and Jack, had indeed, broken up. 'They hadn't meant it', she kept telling herself. It had happened in the spare of the moment. They were both overwhelmed by the whole dilemma with Grayson, that it just became too much for a moment. They couldn't have broken up over one conversation. Not after everything. Not after almost losing him to the Gravedigger, or his countless marriage proposals, or their almost wedding. Those sort of events bind people together. That sort of bond doesn't just disintegrate in one conversation. Hodgins would come back, or she'd go back to him. Either way, they hadn't broken up.

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Hodgins sat up in bed, waiting for her to return home; even though she hadn't all week. He just sat there and looked around. He took in their room and all of her belongings that littered their bedroom. Her perfumes and make up still lay scattered across the vanity next to the wardrobe, which was filled mostly by her clothes. Her toothbrush was still in the cup by the bathroom sink. All of her stuff was here, except the part her wanted most; her. Despite all her things in their usual spots, her side of the bed was empty, cold and untouched.

They hadn't actually broken up, had they?

No, Jack told himself. It had only been a stupid argument, fuelled by the frustration of Grayson disturbing their peace. He was just letting her cool down, that's why he hadn't dragged her home with him and pressed her for the reason why she hadn't been sleeping beside him for the last three nights. And she probably thought that he needed to cool off, and was just giving him some unnecessary time. They'd figure it out soon enough.

Jack lay awake for hours, staring blankly at the empty sheets beside him, praying that the day they'd be filled again wouldn't be too far off.

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Zack stared at the man sitting across from him. Hodgins visited him every second Saturday; every Saturday if he had the time. He'd always come in and tell Zack all about the cases they'd been working on and keep him up to date on sports scores and other news. He was always animated and lively and making jokes about crazy people and mental institutions just to see Zack smile. That was Hodgins.

Though today was different. He seemed half-hearted when he spoke. It was though his passion had been drained from him. He didn't talk about Angela; that was the big giveaway.

"Why aren't you talking about Angela?" Zack asked, when he could not come up with a reason himself.

"I don't know. Not much to say at the moment," Hodgins replied bluntly, his fists clenching a little on the table between them.

"You always have something to say about Angela. You often tell me the same thing about her three or four times in one conversation."

Sighing, Jack said, "I don't know. We just had a bit of a fight. It'll work itself out."

"You didn't break up, did you?" Zack asked wearily.

"No," Jack scoffed. "Of course not."

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And we're at the end of the first chapter. I know it's short but I'll try and make the next chapters longer. What did you think? Please review and let me know.

Em xXxXxxx