Author: Hodermasky PM
This is a story I wrote a while back, on a different account. I'm going to try and update it regularly from now on.Rated: Fiction K - English - J. Hodgins & Zach A. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,834 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 11-28-12 - Published: 11-15-12 - id: 8706993
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Zack smiled as he walked out of the psychiatric hospital. How simple it has been to switch the magnetic strips of Dr. Sweets' access card with his own library card. And with only 80% use of his hands
'Okay, I must locate Hodgins. Seeing as I have no intention of going back there, he can hide me. I hope.'
An hour or so later he arrive dat the Hodgins estate, where he sat and waited in front of the garage apartment where he lived before he made that mistake. Shortly afterward, Zack saw headlights coming towards him. He stood up and smiled absurdly.
All day sucked. He hated Angela, he hated this case, he hated Zack for getting himself locked up. On his way home, he hated all of the other drivers, he hated the long driveway to his garage and the even longer walk to his main house.
All of that changed though when he saw Zack standing in front of his garage, standard white loony bin clothes, black gloves over his mangled hands. With a huge toothy grin on his pale, adorable face.
"Oh my god, Zack!" Hodgins exclaimed as he jumped out of his car and smothered his friend his very bestfriend in a vice grip hug.
"What are you doin' here buddy? How'd you-"Hodgins couldn't finish his sentence.
Zack had locked his lips to Hodgins' with no intent of letting go. Hodgins leaned into the tender, intense kiss and tangled his hands in Zack's hair. He smiled, thinking to himself,' I knew there was a reason I liked his hair long.'
"Oh no", he whispered as he let go of Hodgins. "I'm so sorry. I have no clue what came over me. I was just so excited to see you and-"
"Zack, just stop. I understand. Now, before I was so...pleasantly interrupted, what are you doing here?"
He thought for a moment. "I have no logical answer to that question. I simply decided that I didn't want to stay in that psychiatric facility. I missed my friends and I missed being a crime fighter. It's much more exhilarating than the problems that you bring me. Also I feel as though I can't breathe when I can't see you. It's a very uncomfortable condition and only seeing you three or four times a week was not working out for me."
He brought in a shuddery breath, adrenaline coursing through is veins. He opened his mouth to say more, but couldn't think of anything else to say. His feelings for Hodgins were both logically and biologically incorrect.
He looked away from his best friend, ashamed of what he had just done