A/N: The first Bones fic of many. (: I love the pairings. 3

Disclaimer: Song is "If My Heart Was a House" by Owl City, "Bones" and the characters are property of Fox.


"Ange?"

Angela Montenegro looked up from the glowing tablet that served as the Angelator's keyboard as her name echoed in the empty room. Jack Hodgins was standing in her doorway.

"Oh, hi." She managed a smile as she set the tablet onto a nearby chair.

"Why are you still here?" He asked, crossing the gap between them in several long strides. "It's late."

"Finishing some stuff up," Angela replied, leaning hungrily into the embrace and quick kiss. Jack sensed the weariness in her frame and let her cling to him.

"Are you okay?" He ran his fingers through her dark curls.

She nodded into his chest. "I'm just…tired," she mumbled after a moment, her voice muffled in his shirt. "I'm an artist, Jack, not a coroner. I'm not meant to work with dead people every day."

"I don't think they're complaining," he replied, a smile twitching at his lips. "You're probably the most beautiful woman most of them have run into, anyways."

"Flattery," Angela objected, lifting her head with a half-hearted smile. Jack reached out to dash the tears from her cheeks.

"But seriously." Angela drew a shaky breath and pulled away. "I'm not like you, or Brennan, or Cam, or Zack. I don't get joy from finding a cause of death in someone's bones or finding something in an autopsy, I can't pull a location from a string of random chemicals--"

"And there's nothing wrong with that," Jack protested, grasping her wrists and gazing deep into her eyes. "None of us can give an identity to someone who might have died in anonymity. None of us can do facial reconstructions or create models--"

"Brennan probably can," Angela interjected with a wry smile.

Jack laughed softly. "Yeah, she probably can." He held Angela's wrists for another moment before letting her go. "Come stay with me tonight."

"I have a place of my own," Angela protested weakly, though it was only an echo of past arguments.

"And so do I," Jack replied. "Stay with me tonight. Please?" He added as she looked away.

"I don't know, Jack."

He took one look into her forlorn brown eyes and drew her into a tender embrace, kissing her gently on the cheek. Angela laid her head in the hollow of his shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in rhythm with Jack. His deep breaths flowed through her like waves, and she felt her tension easing away. She felt more than heard it when he began singing to her.

"Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine, and your sighs harmonize with mine unmistakably," he crooned under his breath, his voice sending warm vibrations through her.

"I didn't know you listened to Owl City," Angela whispered, smiling in spite of herself.

"I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me," he continued, rocking her gently back and forth.

"We got older and I should've known--"

"Do you feel alive?" she surprised him by singing softly in reply, her voice pure.

"--that I'd feel colder when I walk alone--"

"Oh, but you'll survive."

"--so I may as well ditch my dismay--"

"Bombs away," Angela finished, brushing her lips against his warm neck.

"Wherever you go, if my heart was a house, you'd be home," Jack finished, his voice trembling in the bright silence.

"You skipped some," Angela protested after a moment.

"I had to get to the important part," Jack breathed, and their lips met in an explosion of gentle passion.

If my heart was a house, you'd be home.


A/N2: I'd love any reviews, and I do take Bones oneshot requests if I feel the inspiration. :D