You Go Where Wind And Fire Melt Together
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plazmahTitle: Makeover
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m_jade8
Rating: G
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Angela friendship
Summary: Zack contemplates what's happening to him as Angela whisks him away for his makeover.
Notes: Spoilers for 2x11 - Judas On A Pole. I don't own anything Bones-related, thanks. Unbetaed.
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Nervous didn't even come close to what Zack Addy was currently feeling. What had he been thinking? Had he known that asking Angela to make him look the part of a professional forensic anthropologist would have involved cutting his hair, he would have rethought his decision to ask her in the first place. But the damage was already done; the hair had already been cut and he felt weirdly exposed without it, gazing at his reflection in the hairdresser's mirror. His hair hadn't been this short since he was thirteen.
Unfortunately, the hair was only the first step in Angela's whirlwind quest. She grinned at him cheerfully and gave him two thumbs up as he paid the girl at the counter. Hopefully, the rest of her mission would not be so discomforting.
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Zack Addy did not like shopping. He didn't have the patience for it, and found that purchasing items online eliminated much of the social awkwardness that he ultimately fell prey to during an outing into the real world.
Angela took him to an upscale men's clothing store, intent on picking a suit out for him. Zack wasn't sure about her decision. Hodgins didn't wear a suit to work. Booth did, but most likely due to the fact that as an FBI agent, he was the public face of a government agency and had to appear extremely professional. There was also an element of power that came from wearing a suit. Suits were unspoken signals of superiority.
Superiority and power, in association with himself, Zack Addy? He couldn't quite comprehend it.
When they got inside, Angela did all the talking with the salesperson. Zack merely did as he was told, placing his arms out to the side when asked, letting the salesperson take measurements as the polite man chattered with Angela about fabric and texture and brand names and other things he didn't understand. A phrase that Cam sometimes used came to mind: like a deer caught in the headlights. Zack finally had an inkling what the expression meant.
Finally, Angela came up to him with a suit and assorted accessories in her hands. She dropped the clothes into his arms.
"Here, try these and then come out and show me how it looks."
The small change-room had a single stifling light inside, and he had imagined that putting on the suit would make things worse. But to his surprise, the material was light and comfortable. Ensuring that everything was in proper order, shoes and shirt and tie and jacket, he unlocked the door and stepped outside to face the three-sided mirror that Angela was waiting by.
To be truthful, he was kind of shocked, although one probably couldn't tell. Zack wasn't exactly the sort of person who was forthcoming with his emotions. But all the same, he was a little shocked at what he saw in the mirror. It didn't look like him. Well, obviously it looked like him. But not like the Zack he remembered, the Zack he had grown accustomed to over so many years. He hadn't realized one's self-image could potentially be manipulated through a simple change of clothing.
I look... good. Grown-up. He felt a little dizzy and wondered if the day's events finally getting to him.
Angela whistled at him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she stood next to him and met his eyes in the mirror's reflection. "Now that, Zacky baby, is the way a successful young forensic anthropologist should look."
"I can't believe that's me." Zack mumbled, shock gradually morphing into a spark of confidence somewhere deep inside.
"Of course it's you." She replied gently, putting her arm around his shoulder with what he interpreted to be reassurance. "You're a smart guy, Zack, we all know it. Now the world will know it too." She tugged him away from the mirror and pushed him back towards the change-room. "Now get out of those clothes so that we can buy them. The gang won't know what hit them when we show up with this surprise. Oh, I have seriously outdone myself this time!"
He allowed himself a smile as he closed the door behind him, suddenly feeling optimistic about the future that awaited.
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Title: Ten Ounces
Author:m_jade8
Rating: G
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Angela
Summary: Before, during, and after the celebration at the diner, there is only one thing Zack is thinking about.
Notes: Spoilers for 2x11 - Judas On A Pole. I don't own anything Bones-related, thanks. Unbetaed. Written specially forthenaughtydingo. *smooches*
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This was bad.
This was extremely bad.
And what exactly was it that was so bad? (This was a rhetorical question.) Zack Addy found that he had mysteriously developed a rather large crush on his friend and colleague, Angela.
This was bad for many reasons, the main one being a certain entomologist who worshipped Angela with a fervour that would have made the ancient Egyptians proud.
If he was honest with himself, there was no mystery as to why he had developed a crush on Angela. It was simple; she had kissed him.
Not on the lips, of course. But close. Close enough that he had frozen with what was no doubt a goofy-happy-surprised expression on his face. He hadn't even looked at her as she had pulled away and walked out of the room. But he could remember the flash of her smile as she drew back from him, and those pretty, warm eyes. And there was no way he could stop thinking about how nice and soft her lips had been...
Oh yes, this was very bad.
He made a point of avoiding Angela as they celebrated in the diner, clinging to Dr. Brennan the entire time. He had the impression that Booth wasn't impressed by this infringement of company. Zack ignored it as best he could and ignored Angela as well. It was easier that way.
But as he was walked back to the Jeffersonian (first one to leave), woolen cap in his hand, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"Hey, Zack. Mind if I join you?" She linked her arm through his and looked up at him with that dazzling smile. Zack felt his ability to string words together rapidly disintegrating.
"Er, hi... sure, Angela. Um, Hodgins? Where is he?"
She was apparently far too clever to fall for his diversion. "He's back at the diner with the others. I want to know why you were avoiding me back there."
"I wasn't avoiding you." He replied blankly, staring straight ahead.
"Honey, I have been in enough relationships to know when a man is avoiding me, and you were most certainly avoiding me. What's wrong?" She stopped walking and pulled him aside, under the alcove of an office building.
"Nothing's wrong, Angela." He repeated, refusing to look at her. He couldn't look at her. If he looked at her, bad things would undoubtedly ensue.
She let out a frustrated sigh and then her hands were on either side of his face, dragging his gaze to meet hers. Her voice dropped to a soothing whisper. "What's wrong, Zack?"
"I... don't know." Liar.
"Liar. Tell me the truth, Zack. After helping you, it's the least you could offer me."
"I... you..." He couldn't say it, mostly because he was unsure what he was supposed to tell her to begin with. Please stop looking at me and please remove your warm hands from my face otherwise I might have a heart attack, even though the possibility is statistically insignificant.
A strange look passed across her face, the same look she sometimes got when she came to the end of completing a sketch and the victim's face became clear and whole. "Zack, do you like me?"
"Yes. No." He sputtered, dropping the hat from his hands and trying to back away from her. Instead, he somehow found his fingers clutching at the buttons of her coat, holding her in place.
Her smile was genuine and sweet. "That is so cute." And without another word she leaned in and kissed him. On the lips this time. And it was even nicer than the first kiss, much nicer, and he had the sudden feeling that he would never ever forget the scent of her perfume or her fingers pressed against his cheeks.
Okay, maybe this was not so bad after all.
The kiss was so nice that a particular thought entered his mind: to hell with Hodgins. But remembering their friend, Zack broke away from the kiss, fear gripping at him. "Angela, I thought you were dating Hodgins."
"The human heart was made so that we can care about more than one person, Zack." She said comfortingly. "Don't worry about Jack. I'll deal with him later, if I decide to deal with him at all."
"Actually, the human heart was made so that we can efficiently prevent oxygenated and deoxygenated blood from mixing freely, thereby-"
She covered a grin while stooping to pick up the dropped hat, leading the way as they strolled back to the Jeffersonian arm in arm.
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Author:
m_jade8Rating: G
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Angela friendship
Summary: Zack contemplates what's happening to him as Angela whisks him away for his makeover.
Notes: Spoilers for 2x11 - Judas On A Pole. I don't own anything Bones-related, thanks. Unbetaed.
---------------------------
Nervous didn't even come close to what Zack Addy was currently feeling. What had he been thinking? Had he known that asking Angela to make him look the part of a professional forensic anthropologist would have involved cutting his hair, he would have rethought his decision to ask her in the first place. But the damage was already done; the hair had already been cut and he felt weirdly exposed without it, gazing at his reflection in the hairdresser's mirror. His hair hadn't been this short since he was thirteen.
Unfortunately, the hair was only the first step in Angela's whirlwind quest. She grinned at him cheerfully and gave him two thumbs up as he paid the girl at the counter. Hopefully, the rest of her mission would not be so discomforting.
---
Zack Addy did not like shopping. He didn't have the patience for it, and found that purchasing items online eliminated much of the social awkwardness that he ultimately fell prey to during an outing into the real world.
Angela took him to an upscale men's clothing store, intent on picking a suit out for him. Zack wasn't sure about her decision. Hodgins didn't wear a suit to work. Booth did, but most likely due to the fact that as an FBI agent, he was the public face of a government agency and had to appear extremely professional. There was also an element of power that came from wearing a suit. Suits were unspoken signals of superiority.
Superiority and power, in association with himself, Zack Addy? He couldn't quite comprehend it.
When they got inside, Angela did all the talking with the salesperson. Zack merely did as he was told, placing his arms out to the side when asked, letting the salesperson take measurements as the polite man chattered with Angela about fabric and texture and brand names and other things he didn't understand. A phrase that Cam sometimes used came to mind: like a deer caught in the headlights. Zack finally had an inkling what the expression meant.
Finally, Angela came up to him with a suit and assorted accessories in her hands. She dropped the clothes into his arms.
"Here, try these and then come out and show me how it looks."
The small change-room had a single stifling light inside, and he had imagined that putting on the suit would make things worse. But to his surprise, the material was light and comfortable. Ensuring that everything was in proper order, shoes and shirt and tie and jacket, he unlocked the door and stepped outside to face the three-sided mirror that Angela was waiting by.
To be truthful, he was kind of shocked, although one probably couldn't tell. Zack wasn't exactly the sort of person who was forthcoming with his emotions. But all the same, he was a little shocked at what he saw in the mirror. It didn't look like him. Well, obviously it looked like him. But not like the Zack he remembered, the Zack he had grown accustomed to over so many years. He hadn't realized one's self-image could potentially be manipulated through a simple change of clothing.
I look... good. Grown-up. He felt a little dizzy and wondered if the day's events finally getting to him.
Angela whistled at him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she stood next to him and met his eyes in the mirror's reflection. "Now that, Zacky baby, is the way a successful young forensic anthropologist should look."
"I can't believe that's me." Zack mumbled, shock gradually morphing into a spark of confidence somewhere deep inside.
"Of course it's you." She replied gently, putting her arm around his shoulder with what he interpreted to be reassurance. "You're a smart guy, Zack, we all know it. Now the world will know it too." She tugged him away from the mirror and pushed him back towards the change-room. "Now get out of those clothes so that we can buy them. The gang won't know what hit them when we show up with this surprise. Oh, I have seriously outdone myself this time!"
He allowed himself a smile as he closed the door behind him, suddenly feeling optimistic about the future that awaited.
--------------end--------------
Title: Ten Ounces
Author:
m_jade8Rating: G
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Zack/Angela
Summary: Before, during, and after the celebration at the diner, there is only one thing Zack is thinking about.
Notes: Spoilers for 2x11 - Judas On A Pole. I don't own anything Bones-related, thanks. Unbetaed. Written specially for
thenaughtydingo. *smooches*---------------------------
This was bad.
This was extremely bad.
And what exactly was it that was so bad? (This was a rhetorical question.) Zack Addy found that he had mysteriously developed a rather large crush on his friend and colleague, Angela.
This was bad for many reasons, the main one being a certain entomologist who worshipped Angela with a fervour that would have made the ancient Egyptians proud.
If he was honest with himself, there was no mystery as to why he had developed a crush on Angela. It was simple; she had kissed him.
Not on the lips, of course. But close. Close enough that he had frozen with what was no doubt a goofy-happy-surprised expression on his face. He hadn't even looked at her as she had pulled away and walked out of the room. But he could remember the flash of her smile as she drew back from him, and those pretty, warm eyes. And there was no way he could stop thinking about how nice and soft her lips had been...
Oh yes, this was very bad.
He made a point of avoiding Angela as they celebrated in the diner, clinging to Dr. Brennan the entire time. He had the impression that Booth wasn't impressed by this infringement of company. Zack ignored it as best he could and ignored Angela as well. It was easier that way.
But as he was walked back to the Jeffersonian (first one to leave), woolen cap in his hand, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
"Hey, Zack. Mind if I join you?" She linked her arm through his and looked up at him with that dazzling smile. Zack felt his ability to string words together rapidly disintegrating.
"Er, hi... sure, Angela. Um, Hodgins? Where is he?"
She was apparently far too clever to fall for his diversion. "He's back at the diner with the others. I want to know why you were avoiding me back there."
"I wasn't avoiding you." He replied blankly, staring straight ahead.
"Honey, I have been in enough relationships to know when a man is avoiding me, and you were most certainly avoiding me. What's wrong?" She stopped walking and pulled him aside, under the alcove of an office building.
"Nothing's wrong, Angela." He repeated, refusing to look at her. He couldn't look at her. If he looked at her, bad things would undoubtedly ensue.
She let out a frustrated sigh and then her hands were on either side of his face, dragging his gaze to meet hers. Her voice dropped to a soothing whisper. "What's wrong, Zack?"
"I... don't know." Liar.
"Liar. Tell me the truth, Zack. After helping you, it's the least you could offer me."
"I... you..." He couldn't say it, mostly because he was unsure what he was supposed to tell her to begin with. Please stop looking at me and please remove your warm hands from my face otherwise I might have a heart attack, even though the possibility is statistically insignificant.
A strange look passed across her face, the same look she sometimes got when she came to the end of completing a sketch and the victim's face became clear and whole. "Zack, do you like me?"
"Yes. No." He sputtered, dropping the hat from his hands and trying to back away from her. Instead, he somehow found his fingers clutching at the buttons of her coat, holding her in place.
Her smile was genuine and sweet. "That is so cute." And without another word she leaned in and kissed him. On the lips this time. And it was even nicer than the first kiss, much nicer, and he had the sudden feeling that he would never ever forget the scent of her perfume or her fingers pressed against his cheeks.
Okay, maybe this was not so bad after all.
The kiss was so nice that a particular thought entered his mind: to hell with Hodgins. But remembering their friend, Zack broke away from the kiss, fear gripping at him. "Angela, I thought you were dating Hodgins."
"The human heart was made so that we can care about more than one person, Zack." She said comfortingly. "Don't worry about Jack. I'll deal with him later, if I decide to deal with him at all."
"Actually, the human heart was made so that we can efficiently prevent oxygenated and deoxygenated blood from mixing freely, thereby-"
She covered a grin while stooping to pick up the dropped hat, leading the way as they strolled back to the Jeffersonian arm in arm.
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Date: 2006-12-16 09:55 pm (UTC)OMG.
I'M DEAD.
I LOVE YOU.
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IT WAS SO AWESOME.
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Date: 2006-12-16 10:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it!!
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:32 am (UTC)I squealed. Out loud. Like the fangirl I am.
Zack / Ange works really well in this context. Nice characterisation - well done. :)
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Date: 2007-02-01 04:28 am (UTC)Gah. I am SUCH a Mary Sue! :-)
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Date: 2007-03-01 06:39 am (UTC)Oh, Zacky. Of course you would be thinking in statistics when the woman you admire is confronting you about your feelings for her.
This was lovely. I never even THOUGHT of the possibility of Zack and Angela together. It's so cute.
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Date: 2008-05-25 08:36 pm (UTC)OMG SO CUTE!!!! :DDDDDDD
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Date: 2008-05-25 08:39 pm (UTC)Glad you liked! Honestly, the girl has kissed Zack far too many times for people to construe otherwise! ;)
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Date: 2008-05-26 01:18 am (UTC)(Sorry-- small thing to note? Hodgins is an entomologist, not an etymologist. Insects, not words.)
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Date: 2008-05-26 01:25 am (UTC)