The Third Kind in the Lake

When the bones of the third sex are found in the lake, Bones and Booth investigate. But no one old Brennan about the university class coming to watch them work. And no was really expecting the professor to be rather close to Zack.

Fandom; bones/twlight

Couples: zack/bella, alice/jasper, rosalie/kate, emmett/tanya, carlisle/esme, edward/bella (one-sided), cam/jared, angela m./hodgins, anglea w./mike, booth/t. brennan, brennan/cam (one-sided)

Warnings: Alternative Universe, slight homosexuality and lesbianism, slight gore and murder

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Bones. I only own Brennan Addy.

chapter one: professor hodgins' anthopolgy class

"I say we take Professor Cerofeci's English class," Alice insisted for the third time that morning. Beside her, Rosalie scoffed and blew some of her blonde hair out of her face. When was the pixie going to learn that they were not taking the same English professor for the fifth time in a row together? Probably never, the little demon would bite through tooth and nail until she got what she wanted. The blonde made a mental note to slap her cousin, Jasper, over the head for spoiling his girl like that.

"Alice, we're not taking that class." Edward spoke, voicing Rosalie's thoughts. "We're too well-known for her."

"I agree," Emmett muttered.

"But,"

"No Alice!" they all chorused, shutting up the ebony haired girl. She stuck out her lower lip, letting it quiver and her eyes seemed more doe like, "No Alice!" they repeated and she frowned. Looks like the puppy-dog pout was looking its charm. She would have to improve it.

"Excuse me," they looked up to see a redheaded girl with square framed glasses. Tucked neatly under arm was a book, they couldn't see the cover of it. "If you're looking a good English class, I'd suggest Professor Newton. He's really helpful, and his wife works for the Anthropology division."

"Um, is she any good?" Emmett asked.

"She's cool, but that's what my friends say," the redhead rolled her shoulders. "But if you want a really good professor, I'd go with Professor Hodgins. She gets the stuff straight from the source," she showed them the book. It was a novel by Temperance Brennan and Edward's eyes widened with familiarization. Dr. Temperance Brennan was one of his favorite authors and one of his only female ones at that. This Professor Hodgins sounded good.

"She gets it from the book?" Alice questioned.

"No," the girl pushed her glasses up, "Her uncle works at the Jeffersonian. He works with dirt I think. Anyway, he comes in every now and then and gives lectures but this year if you sign up for her class, you're automatically guaranteed a spot on her list to go to Washington D.C. this year. I'm signing up again because I like her."

"We get to go to the Jeffersonian?" Alice whispered, her eyes twinkling. "Sign me up!"

"Alice," her friends groaned.

Alice just smiled.

Awakened by the sound of her alarm clock, Isabella Hodgins sat up in her bed. Her eyes were disoriented and the light pouring in from her blackout curtains made her winch. Not to mention she felt as if a jackhammer was going off against her skull. That was the last time she got wasted for Angela. The pregnant woman knew she couldn't consume alcohol or she could risk looking her child. And Bella was not going to have that, so she downed every drink the other brunette ordered the night before. Thus resulting in her migraine.

The perfect way to start off the first day of lecture study, she thought bitterly and threw the sheets from her body. She got up slowly and moaned in pain before walking into her bathroom. Rummaging through her medicine cabinet, she found the painkillers she had been looking for. The sound of rushing water, the cap of the pills popping open and the clank of the plastic cup against the sink made her bit her lip until it bleed. The pills tasted like chalk as they slid down her throat and landed in her stomach. The water only made it worse. She swallowed the bile in her throat and took deep, calming breaths.

It was no secret that she hated drinking. Well, she didn't hate it per say. She just wasn't into doing it every time her high school friend and college roommate turned colleague let it slip her mind that she was third months pregnant. With a groan, she wondered why Mike put up with her. Or where the airhead in Angela had appeared along the lines of the last six years. She come still remember the shy brunette with a camera around her on her first day at Forks High School.

She calmed down after the ninety-ninth breath and looked up at her reflection. A woman of twenty-six years stared back at her with red-rimmed chocolate brown eyes, purple bags under her eyes and deadly pale skin. Water fell from her face like raindrops. Her brown tressels of hair were a mess and tangled and her fingers almost bony. She looked like she had been tossing and turning in her sleep. She knew she had. She never really slept at peace when she was in an empty house. She missed the sounds of small footsteps walking along her floors, the slamming doors and the television being on for hours on end during the weekends.

She knew she should not have left Mike stay at home last and babysit.

"Well Bella, that was last night. And last night was the past," she told herself. "And now, it's time to get dressed, eat and get to the University so you can teach."

The first thing Edward was not expecting was the classroom to only have a small number of chairs. Shouldn't the classroom be more wide and have more chairs? There were no more than ten chairs tops. And half of them were occupied.

The second thing he wasn't expecting was a child sitting in the first row, the third seat from the teacher's desk, a notebook, a few mechanical pencils and his nose buried in a novel on domestic partnership. What the actual fuck?

And the third thing he didn't expect to see, was his sister, Rosalie, Jasper and the redhead girl from the other day. He frowned and walked over to them. Alice was the first one to look up and grinned. "Hey Edward," she greeted. The others turned and each said hello, with the exception of the redhead.

"Edward, this Ryan. Ryan, this is my brother Edward," Alice introduced them. Ryan nodded and turned her head towards the classroom. Edward sat next to Alice. On autopilot, Alice leaned in and raised a hand between them, pointing to the little boy. "Isn't he a bit young to be in here?"

"Yes, far too young," Edward answered, analyzing the boy. The boy looked no older than five years old tops, his hair was a mess of wavy curls. He wore a long sleeved gray shirt under a dark navy blue denim vest. He wore beige shorts and tennis shoes. Why was he in this classroom?

"Stop looking at Brenn," Ryan snapped with a frown. "He knows you're doing it and will call you out on it later."

"Brenn?" Rosalie asked, looking at the little boy with an interest.

"Yeah, its short for Brennan. I think he's a relative of Professor Hodgins. Or the Newtons. He's always in either classroom," Ryan explained. "Boy's only been here half a year and isn't really a student."

"Shouldn't he be in daycare?" Edward asked.

"Nope," Ryan snorted. "The kid's a super genius, with an IQ of 163, I think. He starts high school in a few years. Plus, I think he's autistic."

Before any of them could ask another question, the door opened and closed. All fifteen heads in the classroom looked up as the professor walked through the third row, patting Brennan on the head before writing her name in a messy but readable handwriting. When she turned, Edward almost had a heart attack. Why was she here? Why was she here teaching a class? And more importantly, why was her last name Hogdins?

Bella Swan stood before him, dressed in a pair of jeans, a button down dress shirt, a vest and her hair in a bun. Her brown eyes were warm but showed the fierce look of a teacher. Even her posture was teacher-mode. He really needed to stop spending time with Emmett, he was starting to think in Emmett's mind frame.

"Hello class," Bella began and Edward's heart soared. Her voice was almost the same as it had been all those years ago, "My name is Professor Hodgins. I will not take, Bella, Bells, Isabella or any other form of the matter. However, Professor H is an exception. This my only anthropology class at this University and it is taught, as you will see by your syllabus, on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Now, let's take row shall we?"

Bella took a look around the room before beginning. "Brennan Addy?"

"Here," the little boy called.

"Rachele Adele?"

"Here," a British accented voice called.

"Fred Bryte?"

"Here."

"Collin Cole?"

"Here."

"Alice Cullen?"

"Here."

"Rosalie Hale?"

"Here."

"Ryan Jones?"

"Right here, Professor H." Ryan called with a wave.

"Jasper Whitlock?"

"Here," Jasper answered in his Texan drawl.

Bella nodded. "Alright, is there anyone, I didn't call?" she asked. Edward raised his head. Her expression didn't change but everyone saw how her eyes frosted over. "Name?" she spoke with a cold tone.

"Edward Cullen. I'm right under Alice."

Bella scoffed, "Oh I'm sorry," she said with sarcasm, "I almost didn't notice you since you were so freakin invisible."

Edward winched. Jasper muttered an "Ouch" while most of the other students were trying not to laugh. After going over the syllabus, Professor Hodgins released the class. "I'll see you all tomorrow, then. Enjoy the rest of your day." Bella said as a farewell. Edward stayed behind and watched as Brennan walked up to her and smiled. She bent down, pinching his nose in a mother-like gesture. "Were you behaving well?"

"Yes," he smiled.

"Good,"

"You don't look too good. You're done for today, aren't you?" Brennan asked. Bella laughed and nodded. He placed a hand to his chin and thought for a moment before nodding to himself. "Good, then we can go eat with Professor Newton and his wife."

Edward cleared his throat, "Professor?"

"Can I help you, Mr. Cullen?" she asked, irritation in her voice.

"I wanted to ask you a private question." Edward replied, blushing slightly.

"Well I'm no mood for questions," Bella replied and relaxed when Brennan grabbed her hand. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lunch date."

"Goodbye Mr. Cullen," Brennan called as he and the professor left the room.