grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

Toxicity

Y/n arranged her lab equipment in the room as Brett strut out of the bathroom with the motel's complimentary robe.

"This is the nicest motel I've ever been to!"

"You frequent a lot of motels?" Y/n asked, continuing to arrange her equipment.

Brett's eyebrows shot up as he realized what he had just implied, "uhhhh...no. It's just this robe! It's really comfortable."

"Relax Mr. Hand," she laughed, "no one's interrogating anyone."

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.

"It's us! Open up!" Reagan's voice announced from behind the door.

Y/n signaled for Brett to open the door. He obliged and opened it to see his sweaty co-workers with a bowl of something green.

Y/n smiled and took the bowl from them, "wow! You guys managed not to fuck up!"

She examined the bowl, "I didn't expect this monster's semen to be so green."

Brett cringed, "did you just say semen?"

"Oh hell no!" Gigi exclaimed, "you did not just make us pick up that monster's—," Gigi gagged.

"Sperm? Yeah. I did."

"Y/n, what the fuck," Andre interrupted, "you could have at least told us what it was before we touched it with our bare hands!"

"Okay first of all that's why I told you all to use gloves. I'm assuming Reagan is the only one that followed that direction," she said with a roll of her eyes, "secondly, if I would have told you guys what it was you wouldn't have gotten it for me."

"Damn right we wouldn't have!" Glenn said with a cross of his arms.

"Also, Myc took all the gloves cause he's a big baby about touching unknown substances," Reagan stated.

"You say big baby but my hands don't have monster semen all over them," Myc said.

"What are you even using it for?" Reagan asked.

"I'm replicating its DNA so I can study it," Y/n responded nonchalantly as she placed the bowl on the dresser, "once I analyze its genetic make up Andre and I can make a serum that can control it."

"No way," Andre commented, "I'm not touching that again."

"Okay," Y/n shrugged as she faced the group again, "it'll be faster without you anyway."

...

Like all small towns, Devil's Kettle had a diner with pancakes that were to die for. The group had left the motel for lunch but also to leave their co-worker to her work.

As the group ate their burgers and salads Brett cleared his throat.

"Has Y/n always been a bit..."

"Bitchy?" Reagan added, "yeah."

"That was not the word I was looking for," Brett clarified.

"She wasn't always that bitchy," Gigi said as she stabbed her salad, "two years ago she suddenly got a huge stick up her ass. No one knows why."

"And then she left and now," Myc slurped his milkshake, "she's back."

"Well she left for work right?" Brett asked, "I don't think that's part of it."

The group laughed. Brett stared at them puzzled. Was it something he said?

"I forget that you didn't know her before this," Andre said in between laughs.

"Brett she loves Cognito. Her leaving absolutely has everything to do with it," Reagan clarified.

"Two years ago..." he said under his breath, "two years ago J.R. was in charge."

The group nodded.

"She left because of her dad?"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Myc said, "he finally got it!"

"But why?"

"Like I said," Gigi explained, "we don't know. We just know J.R. had something to do with it."

"But aren't you guys her friends? Shouldn't you know?"

"And yet we don't," Andre remarked, "besides, Y/n doesn't really do friends."

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Reagan suggested.

Glenn laughed, "only if you dare."

...

Y/n had returned to the site where the group had collected the sample. Something was itching in her brain. Something like curiosity.

She examined the wooded area throughly and strolled throughout the path. She came to a stop in front a pile of leaves.

She bent down and carefully picked up a gold pin that was sticking out of it. She flipped the rusty triangle pin between her fingers and hummed.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered to herself.

A crack behind her made her turn. She quickly placed the pin in her pocket and narrowed her eyes at what was before her.

"Hm. How interesting," she said standing up. A cave had suddenly appeared and she was very interested to see what was inside.

She cocked her head at it before looking around the forest, "I'll be fine," she reassured herself. She took a deep breath before walking into the cave.

...

When the group had returned to the motel it looked deserted. More than it had been earlier. The group approached their room slowly as they had assumed the worst.

"What if she turned into a huge zombie rat?" Myc whispered loudly, "do we say anything to her?"

"I don't think she turned into a giant rodent," Andre commented as he put on a hazard mask.

"Everybody quiet!" Reagan shouted. Her hand slowly turned the knob of their door to reveal a messy room.

Blankets and pillows were on the ground and yet the drawer area was pretty clean.

Andre finished suiting up in his hazmat suit and entered the room. He approached the dresser area and examined the sample Y/n had left behind. He looked into the microscope and cursed under his breath.

"Okay so this stuff is definitely toxic," he said in a calm voice.

"WHAT?!" the group exclaimed.

"My best guess is that Y/n is out there somewhere and hallucinating."

"We touched that stuff!" Gigi shouted, "are we infected or something?!"

"Perhaps," Andre slurred, "oh," he said quietly, "I guess we are."

He fell forward, alarming the group.

"Oh God, what do we do?!" Brett panicked.

"Brett calm down!" Reagan yelled, "you and Myc are the only ones not infected! Go! Get help! And find Y/n!"

Brett turned to Myc who nodded, "find Y/n! I'll make sure these guys are safe."

Brett looked back at the group full of worry. He hesitated for just a second before running off to find Y/n.