grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

Cognito-lympics

Y/n was never really a fan of the day after sex. She always agonized about waking up full of regret and having to scurry out of an apartment.

Brett was different than the others. She enjoyed his company and his aftercare. She liked the way he sighed at her touch and didn't push when she said no.

What a man.

The two laid lazily before Y/n sat up in bed. She pet Brett's messy hair and he awoke with a smile. His face rested on her chest as the two exhaled at the sight of sunshine.

"I have a meeting with Reagan soon," Y/n stated, "I should get going before I'm late."

"Mm. Can't we just stay in bed?" he asked planting a kiss on one of her breasts.

"I wish we could," she responded, "but I'm already on Reagan's shit list for not making any progress with the time machine."

She rolled out of bed and looked around for her top. Brett did the same and stepped on a sheet of lab notes in the process. He picked it up and read the chicken scratch that was Y/n's handwriting.

"What's the Blip?" he asked after a while.

"The thing that will save my life right now," Y/n commented as she slipped on her blouse. She looked back at Brett and was surprised to see that he was actually curious as to what it actually was.

She smiled half-heartedly at him, "it's basically this green crystal. It's very powerful. It mimics energy needed to promote chaos. So even for a split second it can—"

"Create a time loop," Brett said as he continued reading the notes.

"Exactly," she replied.

Y/n's phone buzzed and she picked it up from the nightstand. She opened an email notification from an anonymous sender.

It was only a sentence long that stated: Locate all of Cognito's emergency weaponry.

Her face must have given her away because Brett soon asked, "everything okay?"

Y/n shut off her phone and smiled at him, "yep!"

She went about the rest of her morning routine with the robes' cryptic message at the back of her mind.

...

Y/n entered Reagan's office with a feeling of uneasiness in her stomach. Today would either go great or absolutely terrible. She sat down and thrummed her fingers against the armrest of the chair.

Locate all emergency weaponry? How the hell was she going to do that?!

"Everything okay Y/n?" Reagan asked, "you look more nervous than usual."

"I know what you're going to say," she deflected, "you want to cut the funding for my research."

"Cut it? No way! I want that project running just as much as you do," she picked up a folder on her desk and handed it to Y/n, "there's just something more efficient we can do than getting the Blip. The robes aren't going to budge. I won't be in the office today and I figured you could get started on this."

She grabbed the folder and read through the file, "Frasier? You want me to follow that lunatic's methodologies?"

"Of course not. We need his little device though."

"You and I both know he destroyed his findings. No," she said standing up, "absolutely not."

"C'mon Y/n. Don't let your hatred of me get in the way of making history!"