Experimental Love (SCP Dr. Iceberg X OC Fanfic)

Chapter 15: Giving a Cold Shoulder

*Dr. Iceberg's POV*

"Julian? Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked softly.

"Huh, I- uh... ahh, ouch." I stuttered, my head shooting up from my desk. As I did so my momentum brought me back, pulling my head down. My body following suit, my chair fell back and I myself, hit the ground.

"Julian!" Eira said, running up to me.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I reassured her, sitting up.

"Does your head hurt? Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Eira said kneeling next to me.

"Ugh, dammit." I cursed, rubbing the back of my head. In the same spot, a small bump began to form.

"Oh here, allow me." Eira said putting the box she had previously been holding next to her, and taking off a glove she was wearing. Placing the same hand behind my head, she began to produce a small bit of frost.

"Here is that better?" She asked lightly rubbing the back of my head, her fingers running through my slightly disheveled hair.

As Eira ran her fingers through my hair, my thoughts began to race, creating a maze of intertwined statements and worries.

God she's making me colder... but why is it that I don't mind it? See this is what I'm talking about. No matter what happens in my life, somehow you're always relevant. If only I could call you mine. What? What am I thinking? Eira's just a friend, she's just my new coworker. That's all.

"Uh, yeah, that felt better." I awkwardly say, scooting away from Eira's touch.

"Oh ok, put some ice on it later as well, so it doesn't get a chance to swell that much." Eira says, stuttering slightly. As she stood up from the floor, she picked up the box next to her. In doing so she also slipped the glove back onto her exposed hand.

Getting up myself, I see Eira in full view. She was dressed in a ruffled blue button up and a black pencil skirt. She wore the foundation regulated lab coat and pined on the left side of her chest was a foundation ID. Her long blue hair was neatly braided into a voluptuous strand the swayed with her every movement. In addition black heeled boots sat on her feet and her hands were covered by cloth gloves of the same color. Instead of the white dress she had been wearing, she was dressed in business casual clothing. Even under the white lab coat, the curves of Eira's hour glass shaped body were exsentuated.

"So I guess we're going to be sharing an office." Eira said putting the box she had been hold on the other desk.

"Uh yeah." I chuckled awkwardly.

God why am I being so awkward? Pull it together.

"So, since you're officially part of the foundation now, the council has asked me to show you around site 17, you know so you can get a feel for the foundation." I say awkwardly once more.

God, why and I so damn, flustered? Pull it together dammit!

"That would be nice." Eira responded, walking closer to me.

"Uh, d- Shall- Shall we?" I stutter once more.

"Sure!" Eira said enthusiastically.

*3rd Person POV*

Leaving their office, Iceberg began to walk Eira around site 17, Showing her where each SCP is and where the staff rooms are. Eira herself, seemed to know the place pretty well, considering the fact that she was held in containment for a while. As they walked around, they ran into a few of their colleagues, most of which, if not all, were eager to meet Eira.

The first of which they ran into was, luckily a familiar face to Eira. A burnt orange haired doctor, with a medallion hanging around his neck. Bright was dressed in a kelly green polo shirt, and light brown khakis. Of course he adorned the foundation regulated white lab coat, and on the left side of his chest was his security badge.