We Live Forever

Chapter 13: Because Science

Crimson's POV:

I woke up the next morning exhausted from the excruciatingly long car ride. I slowly opened up my eyes and still felt half-asleep, but today we're back to actually working again. 

I heard a noise coming from another room and instantly recognized it: an electric razor. No! Not the beard! 

I race out of bed toward the bathroom and find I'm too late. The beard is nearly all gone. 

"Well good morning to you too."

"Hank, why would you do this?"

"Lab regulations."

"WHAT LAB?"

"Surprise?"

Once Hank had finished massacring my one true love he led me to the living room and then paused. He pushed the coffee table to the side and partially rolled up the carpet. It turns out a mutant son isn't the only secret held by Mr. and Mrs. McCoy because there is most definitely a secret door in their living room floor.

"Love, who the fuck are your parents?"

"Scientists, who don't like to abide by the laws."

"Like the laws of nature or the government?"

"Depends on the day."

"Oh. Wonderful!"

I followed Hank into the secret door which lead to a very anticlimatic staircase and then to a rather ordinary-looking lab. 

"And now we work!"

"You were serious about the 'we' part?"

"Of course, I've been meaning to show you a thing or two."

What have I gotten myself into?

Several Days Later

"I think my brain is going to fall out."

"That's scientifically impossible unless someone splits your head open."

"Random question, what tools could theoretically be used to split my head open?"

"Come on love, it's not that bad."

"Hank when was the last time you saw the sun?"

Hank frowned at me and then looked around before gesturing at a poster of the solar system. 

"There's a poster over there."

"Henry Philip McCoy I swear to god."

"It's not THAT bad."

"Without looking at your watch, tell me what day it is."

"Uh- well you see it's common for-"

"You have no idea do you?"

"December?"

"Hank we need to rest, for such a genius you can be quite stupid sometimes."

Hank suddenly placed both his hands flat on the table and looked up at me through his messy hair. 

"I don't need this from you right now."

I froze in place. Hank seemed genuinely upset, even angry, and it was directed at me. 

"I've been down here for days working my ass off! All because you wanna accuse my best friend of something when you don't even know what it is in the first place!"

"Hank, I've been working my ass off too!"

"We both know I work a hell of a lot harder!"

"Why are working so hard if you don't even believe me!?"

"I don't know what to believe! My wife is saying she saw my best friend do something truly awful while she was in a COMA!"

"Your wife Hank! You're supposed to stand beside your wife!"

"You know it's not that simple!"

"How do you think this has been for me? I'm trapped in my own body watching my friend hurt the people I love! Watching him almost kill you! I had to just lay there while he fucking stabbed you!"

Hank's expression shifted from anger to sadness and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm sorry too."

"I can't even imagine what that must've been like. I don't know what I would do if I had to watch someone hurt you and I couldn't do anything about it."

"It's okay, both of us are just irritable because we haven't slept. I'm going to head up to bed, I'd suggest you join."

I turned around and started to head back upstairs when I heard Hank call out. 

"Christmas Eve."

"What?"

"It's Christmas Eve."

"Are you familiar with World War One?"

"If you're suggesting what I think you are, then I am definitely in."

Author's Note:

RIP Hank's Beard

Short chapter again, I'm sorry. I'm currently very low on time and high on stress and responsibilities. 

The next chapter should be nice and lengthy, a fun little Christmas chapter!

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