Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

5

"Help! Oh God, Reagan, help, the robots gone rogue!" Brett yelled into the phone. Cognito Inc had broken out into hysteria over ROBOTUS going rogue, so he and Theodora hid behind a statue while everyone went crazy.

"Everybody's yelling about how the shadow government will collapse! Theo's already yelled at ten people and she's starting to scare me." Brett continued. "We'll all be fired, and everyone's gonna be mad at me."

Theodora groaned and snatched the phone from Brett, "Reag, listen to me-"

"Why are you with Brett?" Came Reagan's accusing voice.

"Reagan. The place is on fire!" Theodora yelled into the phone, "You NEED to come now!" She passed the phone back to Brett.

"Please, I can't handle this on my own." Brett started speaking again, as they crawled out of danger to another hiding place, "You were right. The real reason they hired me is that my face is so generic it cannot be traced by satellites. I'm a nobody, just like my dad always said."

"Shit, that's heavy." Theodora groaned, her arms and legs sore from crawling.

"Brett, I'll be right there, hang tight. And tell Theo to stop yelling at people." Reagan assured him, "We need to get to New York and fix ROBOTUS."

"Theo," Brett pocketed his phone, "your sister told you to stop yelling at other people."

"What?" Theodora's voice began to rise again.

"Me included." He added in a smaller voice. "She's on her way, though."

"Good." Theodora rubbed her temples. Of course, when Reagan isn't there, the place goes to shit. Just another thing to prove that Theodora was irresponsible and needed saving from her sister.

"And, hey," Theodora continued, as they found cover in one of the offices, "you aren't a nobody."

"I really am. I mean, have you ever met someone more generic than me?" Brett's voice seemed to be strained with panic.

"Yes, my ex-boyfriend." She answered bluntly, "I wouldn't be around you if you were generic and boring. None of us would. We love your personality, it is nowhere near boring."

"Oh God, they won't love me after this." Brett seemed to be freaking out again.

"No, no, Brett, don't freak out again!"

"Too late." Brett clutched his chest and took strangled breaths.

"Brett," Theo snapped her fingers in front of his face, "listen to me. Tell me five things you can see."

"Um," Brett's eyes darted around the room, "that desk, the door, my legs, that man on fire out there, and... you."

"Good. Now five things you can hear."

"Uh... people screaming, fire crackling, the light humming," He seemed to be calming down a bit, "the clock ticking, and uh... the sound of you breathing."

"Now, five things you smell." She scooted over to move closer to him. She noticed that his breathing had slowed down significantly.

"Fire. Just mostly fire." Brett almost laughed, "And your perfume. Is it vanilla?"

"Yes." Theo laughed, placing her hand over his in reassurance. "So, you okay now?"

"Yep. Wow, I can't thank you enough, Theo." Brett sighed, enjoying the feeling of her hand over his. "Where did you learn that?"

"Therapy." She answered bluntly. "I have anxiety, too."

"So I'm not alone, am I?" Brett's voice was oddly quiet and intimate considering he usually spoke loudly and with confidence.

She shook her head, meeting his brown eyes. "That's the difference between me and my sister. I go to therapy and she doesn't. It's why she's a bit..."

"Full on?"

"Yes. I try to get her to go, but she's too caught up in her work." She continued, and Brett hummed in understanding. "Do you go?"

"Yeah, I haven't had a panic attack in a while so I guess it works."

That's when Reagan appeared, banging on the glass of the office they were in. Theodora lifted her hand off of Brett's and shot to her feet.

"Theodora!" Reagan scolded, and she took a sideways step away from Brett. "Alright, let's get to it. Theo, take Brett to get weapons and meet me down at the Cognito station."

"Got it." Theodora nodded, before striding out of the room. Brett followed closely, almost jogging to keep up with her long strides.

"How do you guys always know what to do in situations like this?" Brett panted.

"I don't. It's my sister who does, really." She admitted, turning the corner and kicking open the door to the weapons room.

"So, uh, what kind of weapons are we getting, exactly?" Brett asked as he took in the room before him, the walls clad with all kinds of weapons.

"Grab anything you can and chuck 'em in this duffel bag." Theodora ordered, throwing an old bag into the centre of the room.

The both of them stripped the walls of the room, packing the duffel bag full of guns, ammo and kinds of fancy knives.

They then rushed down to the station which was underneath the building, where Reagan was.

"Hurry, we need to get on the next ShadowLev." She urged them, gesturing over to the first tunnel. She pressed her thumb on the screen to grant them access, but was denied. "Shit, my fingerprint scans doesn't work anymore!"

Brett dug around the duffel of weapons curiously, pulling out a small black cube.

"Brett," Theodora said warningly, she knew that box all too well. "Put that down."

"Theodora, I need yours." Reagan called over her shoulder.

"Burnt mine off my first day here." She shrugged, and just as she had turned her attention away from Brett, he managed to burn his fingerprints off, too.

"Oh jeez, I think I just erased mine." Brett yelped as he dropped the box to the ground.

"Oh, you brought a fingerprint eraser?" Reagan demanded, "How useful!"

"Oh," Brett fell to his knees dramatically, "curse you, Men in Black!"

"Get up!" Reagan demanded, her patience growing thinner, "What are we going to do now?"

"Get an Uber?" Theodora shrugged and pulled out her phone. "I'll order one right now."