My Ant and Dec One shots

❤️ Just lonely?

This Might be Good
it might be bad
but I want it out of my drafts
so please enjoy *bows*

Why did I always have to be late to everything?! It wasn't even like I hadn't left enough time! I'd woken up 20 minutes earlier just to make it to this meeting with time to spare but for some reason I still found myself running manically through the facility towards my commanding officers board room.

I had to take a breather, since the nerves and sprint to get there had overworked my aching lungs. I waited at the door, composing myself before knocking boldly on the polished oak.

"Come in Mulhern."

I winced and stepped inside, keeping my eyes fixed to the ground since the pride of lions sat around the table scared the shit out of me.

"You're Late."

My eyes shot up to General Cowells cold stare and I swallowed thickly. Hypocrite, he was late all the time. But I wasn't going to say that...

"I-I'm sorry sir."

"Right well get on with it then."

Nodding to myself, i put down my notes and plugged in my laptop. Ready to begin my presentation.

"For those of you gentlemen in the room who perhaps haven't seen the footage, this is what we are dealing with."

I played the clip, it showed our most successful fighter and experiment yet, fail to perform the simplest of tasks his telekinesis should have permitted.

"As you can see, subject 75 failed at the finale hurdle, it seems that he lost the motivation. The will power to perform the task. His head drops and he walks away, accepts discipline for his failure but refuses to try." I Switched off the part of the footage where guards took a batten to the poor creature and turned back to my research. "We've experienced other problems with this solider too. Socially he appears withdrawn and mentally we believe there is some form of festering depression. One we haven't been able to cure with our latest technologies. He sits in the corner of his cell all day and stares at the wall. Before now, he'd been able to perform exceptionally well despite this. And his emotionlessness we had believed to be an asset when released in the field. However recent times have shown his condition is worsening and I'd like to Purpose a strategy to help him... as opposed to having him decommissioned as suggested."

I fought past the lump in my throat once again and tugged at my lab collar, my eyes flickered over the soulless eyes of my bosses. All they wanted were results, and  if they didn't see them they had one solution. Terminate the asset... permanently. Decommissioned was the term they used to dehumanise the subject, it was a more corporate way of saying Murder.

"Before you move onto your suggestion Dr Mulhern explain to the board what you think the problem is. We've seen this type of behaviour in a few past subjects and never found a causation."

"There could well have been multiple reasons for this of course but my research has concluded something very specific. Something we refused to acknowledge about this particular species of hybrid since we've treated them as animals for decades."

"Well?" Simon pressed and I sighed.

"I believe Subject 75 is lonely."

Someone scoffed and a few other men laughed.

"That Animal?! Lonely. Mulhern that's preposterous we take great care to surround all our assets with their own kind as per their social needs."

"Bloody Soulmate bollocks again." Cowell grumbled, rubbing against his eyes.