#bonesonfox

Hello! A quick note before I get into it. A couple weeks ago, I saw a post asking about a fan fiction about our beloved Bones squad in quarantine and thought, why not? 

Disclaimer: I do not own the original Bones characters, that is all HH. That said, please don’t duplicate or pass this off as your own. I would appreciate that my imagination and creativity be respected. 

A/N: This is just a one shot right now. In the process of creating an AO3 profile and will post more frequent updates there. Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy!  

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“JACK HODGINS! Don’t you dare!”

“But Angie, you know that with the Mass Spec I have here, I’d be able to help break down the particulars, play around with some samples-”

“NO Jack! Uh-uh. NO. You are not bringing a deadly disease/virus into our home just so you can play Dr. Jekyll.”

“But-”

“No buts Jack. Uh-uh. Maybe when the Jeffersonian reopens you can get in contact with the Virology department at Georgetown. And even then! Even then, that is a hard maybe.” Angela shook her head walking away. Jack sat there in his wheelchair looking disgruntled but as he kept thinking, he realized his wife was right. Sighing in defeat, he rolled away going to find Michael Vincent and their daughter, Katherine Temperance. Hearing their giggles throughout the hallway, he figured they were in the media room watching reruns of the Flintstones.

Angela shook her head as she walked into the kitchen. Jack had some nerve and always managed to shake her up beyond belief sometimes. She picked up the phone with the intention of calling her best friend. It had been four months since she had seen Brennan and while she knew it was for the best to keep them, their families and everyone around them safe, she still missed her still socially awkward best friend and their girl time.

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Brennan walked into the kitchen absolutely drained. Christine and Hank had been at again and she had just about had enough of her children’s bickering. At just three years younger than his sister, Hank was even more energetic and had pent up, what Booth called, “chaotic energy”. He often found himself overwhelming his sister or getting them both in trouble. It was only 11 am but she went ahead and opened the cabinet pulled out the new bottle of wine Booth had bought yesterday when he went grocery shopping. Pouring herself a glass, she looked out the window above the sink. Booth was in the backyard working on setting up a tree house for the kids after they had spent an entire month begging for one. Christine so she could have a place to escape Hank for a bit and Hank so he could have his own ‘Ninja Turtle’ hideaway.

The phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, she smiled.

“Hey Ange, how’s it going?”

“Oh sweetie! I am going to kill my husband!” Angela exclaimed.

“Why? Not that you wouldn’t get away with it. I mean we both could get away with murder. However, judging from the last time you called and said Hodgins had been finding creative ways to sexually satisfy you even with the kids at home, I can only conclude that you are being sarcastic.”

Angela chuckled. God, she missed Bren so much.

“Yes, sweetie. I’m kidding but he was talking again about trying to contact one of his colleagues in the Virology department at Georgetown to try and get samples of the virus strain and poke and prod it with some tests. Says he could help figure out a vaccine.”

“Oh. He might Ange. But-”

“Bren not you too. It’s dangerous! And with Katherine being in and out the hospital right now-”

“I know Ange.” Brennan interrupted. “I was going to say that I understand your hesitance and fear. I understand it from both points but you’re right. Being in and out of a hospital right now does put you and Katherine at a higher risk of exposure. How is she by the way?”

“She’s hanging in there. The doctors have given her a special corrective glasses to help right now,” Angela sighed.

“They still don’t know if it is in fact LCA?” Brennan questioned. Her heart going out for her best friend. Metaphorically of course.

“No. That’s the thing, they don’t. They have no idea what it is and it-it… it’s just really frustrating sweetie.”

“I’m sorry Ange. I really am. I wish I could embrace you and be there for you during this time of extreme emotional distress.”

“You are sweetie. Just being here talking to me on the phone is enough for now. Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m always going to be here supporting Ange. Always.”

Angela smiled as Brennan spoke. Her best friend had really come a long way. It felt like it was just yesterday she was forcing Bren out of the lab to go with her to a club and like fate, they had stumbled upon a dead body mummified within the club walls. She was just about to remind Brennan when she heard a shriek on the other line.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM HANK IS AT IT AGGAAAAAIIIIIIIINN! HANK NOOOOOOO!” Christine shouted so loudly Booth came tumbling inside, hammer still in hand.

“Ange, I’m sorry to cut this short but my children are being extremely difficult, and I swear I’m going to metaphorically explode if I have to separate them again.” Brennan huffed.

“It’s okay. Believe me, Hank and Christine are a duo and with both inside at the same time during quarantine. Let’s just say I’m glad I’m not you.” Angela joked trying to ease Brennan. It worked.

“Ha-ha I can imagine you are. I’ll call you back Ange. Tell Hodgins and the kids hello for me.”

“Will do. Bye Bren.”

“Bye Ange.”

“Bones.” Booth huffed confused. “What’s going on?”

“Our children have been very dedicated to breaking the laws of physics with their antics today Booth and I’ve just about had it trying to talk to them.”

Placing the hammer on the floor by the door, Booth walked over to his wife. He could see the energy had dissipated from her eyes and the half-drunk glass of wine on the counter confirmed it.

“Bones let me talk to them. Top off your glass and go take a bath. Take some time for yourself, I’ll deal with our tyrant children.”

“Booth, are you sure? They’re both the exact same level of cranky and intolerable now.”

“Yes. Go. I’m their father. The load to discipline doesn’t only fall on your shoulders.” Booth confirmed. Smiling Brennan hugged her husband giving a quick kiss.

“I’ll thank you later,” she smirked up at him. Booth chuckled as she quickly topped off her wine and grabbed the book that she had hastily discarded on the couch walking into their room.

“HANK!” Christine shriek filled the house again.

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve binge-watched the whole 12 seasons, esp. this quarantine. It never gets old. Fave series of all time.💕

1-17-19

zack addy x reader

fandom: Bones

requested: no

word count: 422

warnings: none

summary:

Zack had a crush on you the moment he saw you, thus creating an automatic tension between you two. You thought he hated you, due to lack of conversation and simple courtesies, such as eye contact. You planned to confront him about it.

...

"Zack!" you call as you enter the bone room. "I need to speak with you."

"Did you find something?" he asks, not even looking up from the femur he's examining.

"It's not about the case." you lean against the examination table with a sigh.

"Then it isn't relevant." he sets the leg bone down and reaches for another. You grab his hand to stop him and he pulls back automatically, almost like you shocked him.

"It is. It's about us." you say, stuffing your hands in your pockets, embarrassed about his disgust in you touching him.

He furrows his brow before asking, "What do you mean us? We don't have a relationship outside of being colleagues."

"Exactly." you look down. "I don't want it to be that way, Zack. I want to be friends," you look back up at him. "and more importantly, I just want to know why you hate me so much."

His eyebrows raise in surprise and he momentarily sputters for a response. "Hate you? I don't hate you." he makes eye contact for the first time in... you don't even know if he's looked you in the eyes before.

"Then why do you act like it?"

"I-" he looks away for a second l, trying to conjure up his words. "I have affection toward you." he can't bring himself to meet your eyes again.

This time it was your turn to raise your brows. "What?"

"That's why I try to avoid you. I want to keep a professional relationship. I don't think I would be able to control myself if we become friends. I would only want to become more." he continues to look at his hands that rest on the table.

You move around the corner of the table, closer to him, before saying, "Why didn't you tell me? What would be the big deal if... we did start a romantic relationship?" he looks at you again, hope in his eyes.

"I don't want the quality of our work to be tainted by having a significant other around."

"What about Hodgins and Angela? Do you think their work is compromised?" you couldn't like that you liked him too... and the pressure of pushing those feelings down has released all at once at the knowledge that he likes you back.

"Well, no, but-"