AN: So this chapter is completely just me indulging in my great love for Dr. Zack Addy. I hope that's okay.

My own name is Emily, so I promise I'm not out to offend anyone by the characters' cruel treatment of certain names.

Oh, and I skipped some time, obviously, to make this chapter fit.

The second they found out the baby's gender, they wanted to pick out a name. And Angela was serious, when it came to picking a name. (And you would be too, if you were Angela.)

She was adamant about not letting the name thing be a spur of the moment decision. That was how people ended up with middle names like Pearly Gates.

"Nothing too weird," she mandated, and Jack was a little surprised, knowing her. Part of him was expecting her to create a new name for the kid, or something, out of thin air, just because she liked original things. He was relieved when she added, "Except I draw the line at completely common. No Emily or Sarah." She sighed and then added emphatically, "Or Isabelle. Oh, God. Or Ava. Or Ella." She spat the names as if they sounded unpleasant, which, in Jack's opinion, they absolutely did not. But he knew better than to voice this opinion. "None of this new age fake chic, same as everyone else crap for our kid, okay?"

He peered down at her indulgently and nodded in exaggerated solidarity. She was sprawled out on the couch in what was becoming their living room with her head in his lap. Her hand rested on her abdomen as if channeling the small soul inside for inspiration.

Jack suggested they name her after a famous entomologist, and Angela, liking the quixotic idea of a unique, vintage English name from the eighteen-hundreds, had encouraged the notion. Until Jack admitted the only famous female entomologists he could think of were named Mary and Nancy. And neither of them wanted that for the girl.

"Fonda means 'ground,'" he said with playful hopefulness.

Angela pretended to vomit.

"Jack," she said frantically (she was frantic a lot recently; hormones did that, he supposed), "I just don't want our daughter wanting to change her name the second she turns eighteen."

"Oh, but what if it comes to her in a dream?" he joked, unable to resist, though he knew it would annoy her.

She glared. "Hey, if you wanna name her Falcon, just go right ahead . . ."

His face lit up. "Falcon? Was your name actually Falcon?" He was grinning wickedly like he'd just been entrusted with the world's greatest secret. And in his world, he absolutely had been.

"No, no! Of . . . of course not!"

He looked at her disbelievingly. "Oh, okay, Ange, sure."

"I swear. It was just . . . an example. I don't know where it came from." But she began giggling at the absurdity of her father. "I just . . . you should be a better father than mine is."

"Your father's great," he said, but then, in reaction to her look of disbelief, re-evaluated and told the truth. "Well, I mean, to you. As a father. And a musician. As a person, I think his social skills could use some work."

She laughed at his discomfort. "And his naming skills," she added.

"Falcon? Seriously?"

"No, Jack, I'm joking. It's a sick, sick joke." She was caustic.

They spent the next few minutes in quiet thought; Angela was forgiving him easily as his hand joined hers atop their pending child and interlaced their fingers. And, as it so often does, inspiration struck Angela.

"I have an idea," she announced. "But it's . . . very strange."

He smiled. "Well, let's hear it, then."

"Wait. Okay, before I say it: your former Young Republicans membership aside," she said, scoffing at the hilarity of her words, "you're not secretly some conservative, traditionalist, rigid gender role fanatic, are you?"

He scoffed. "Definitely not," he said easily. Then he reconsidered. "Unless you want to name our daughter, like, Barack, or something."

"Nothing like that. Well, not quite. Actually, well, I was originally thinking of it for a boy, but we can girly it up a bit, of course, put Leigh after it or something and call her by her first and middle name –"

"Angela," he said impatiently.

"We'll the K off, for sure. It shouldn't be a problem, especially if she goes all Dr. Tenaka on us. Not that she can't do that. That's fine. We'll dress her in a lot of pink, though, at least as a baby-" He bent down and kissed her in a way that was a little angry, because he was so frustrated with her; it was hot, Angela decided. She should frustrate him more often.

"What is it?" he demanded against her mouth.

"Zac," she breathed when his lips left hers.

His smile was slow and cautious.

"If you think it's stupid . . ." He placed a finger on her lips.

"I love it, Angela."

So much for "nothing too weird."

"Do you?"

He nodded.

"Will Zack? Will you tell him?"

"I'd love to," he said, wondering in the possibility of his daughter.

"Good," Angela said.

"We will girly it up a little, right?"

"Definitely. Hey, it's girlier than Falcon."

"And, at the risk of labeling her and negatively affecting her perception of expected societal gender roles, we'll make sure she's got the opportunity to be feminine, right? So that this won't screw her up?"

"Sure, Jack." He knew she was doing this for him and he was so, so grateful. For everything she was giving him. "So, Zac . . . Leigh or something?"

"What about something really girly, for a middle name? Like . . ." He took a breath, like he was making a huge confession. "Lucy?"

"Zac Lucy Hodgins."

"Yeah."

"Why Lucy?"

"Well," he said carefully. His hand was running through her thick, wavy hair. "When I first . . . imagined our 'million' kids, the girl was named Lucy," he disclosed, feeling sheepish. "Let's go to bed," he said, to distract her. She moved her head and he lifted her to a standing position. He put his arm around her and led her to the bedroom.

"You've imagined this?" she asked giddily, giggling.

"I liked your idea better, though," he said, feeling embarassed.

"I think it's sort of hot for girls to have masculine names," she said thoughtfully.

Jack was confused. "What?"

"I dated a girl named Spencer one time. That was hot."

"You've dated girls?"

She stared at him. She laughed at him, trying to communicate puzzlement.

"I mean, I thought it was just Roxy."

She shook her head. "Does that bother you?" She was almost angry.

"No. No! I mean, not any more than it does that you've loved other men."

She rolled her eyes, but blushed slightly. Then she regained focus. "I'm just saying . . . tell me you've never fallen for, like, an Andy or a Logan."

"This conversation, in regard to our daughter, is making me very uncomfortable."

Angela laughed.

Hodgins went to the institution that Saturday, during the regular visiting hour, to tell Zack. It always made him indescribably sad to go see the king of the loony bin, but at the same time, it was often the happiest hour of his week.

"We're having a girl, Zack. Look," he said, showing him the creased, grainy sonogram picture he'd taken to carrying around in his pocket.

"The fetus is female," Zack restated, examining the image carefully. "From the shadows here, I discern that her bones are forming at an ideal rate. I think this is a time when most normal people would say 'wow.'" He paused, looking at the picture even more closely. "Wow, Hodgins."

"Yeah," Hodgins said, with a small, joyous smile. He stood up and walked over to Zack's side of the table. "The thing is, Zack, Ange and I really want her to know how important you are, even if she won't be able to see you very often. So, we're going to name her . . . after you."

"But she's female. I am not."

"Yeah, man, I know."

"Zackary is traditionally a male name."

"We're gonna spell it Z-A-C."

Zack wanted to tell him his decision was irrational and socially unadvisable, but something – maybe the look in Hodgins's eyes – stopped him. "Thank you. That's very nice. I'm . . . very happy for you. And for Angela."

Hodgins was prepared to put an open-faced hand on his shoulder, but Zack stood up and hugged him cautiously; Hodgins wasn't sure if Zack had ever initiated a hug before in his life.

AN: Anyone else noticed there's an awful lot of hugging happening in this story? Huh.

I know the name is weird. I really do. But I just don't actually care because this is fanfiction. And a name is just a word you call a person.

Let me know what you think and please tell me if you have suggestions!

I do love reviews. But you already knew that.

P.S. I am a plagarist. I completely stole the name "Falcon" from a really cute story I once read that I cannot remember the name of. I take no credit and I feel very bad about stealing from the author of that story, but I thought it was such a hilarious concept that I just could not resist.