Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

18

"Theo!" Reagan's earsplitting voice called her sister. Theo rounded the corner of the lab,

"What?" She yawned.

"Go and get Brett from the holo-chamber. We have a meeting." Reagan complained, and Theo nodded and made her way to the holo-chamber.

"And I hear there's a girl!"

"Aw, Mom, it's not like that." Brett was saying, "Theo and I are just friends."

"Brett!" Theo interrupted him, making the simulation fade away. "What kind of sick shit are you doing in here?" She smirked.

"Sorry, Theo. It's just, with work, I've missed a lot of family dinners lately, so this lets me bond virtually." Brett said, looking at the ground.

"Oh," She said sadly, "Family dinners? I thought those were a myth made up by greeting-card companies, like Christmas or saying 'I love you'."

"It's like no one ever really connects face-to-face, you know?" Brett said wistfully. Both of them jumped as J.R's face appeared behind them,

"Brett, Theo, get out of the Sex-Deck!" He said, "We've got a mission."

"Sex-Deck?" Theo murmured with a look of disgust on her face.

"You weren't looking through my Sex-Deck history, were you?" J.R asked, looking between them.

"Good Lord, no."

"No, no, no, no."

"Ah, good." J.R nodded, before disappearing.

"Wanna look through his Sex-Deck history?" Brett asked Theo cheekily, pulling out the tablet.

She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, please." They looked at it for a moment, before Theo looked up at Brett in confusion, "What's a pay pig?"

Slightly traumatised, Brett and Theo decided to finally go to the meeting where they were going to be finding out what their next mission was.

"Say hello to today's mission." J.R said, pouring a bag of 80s toys and gadgets onto the table as Brett and Theo took a seat.

"Jolt Cola? Lawn darts? Slap bracelets?" Gigi sifted through the pile with a frown, "What kind of mission is this, J.R?"

"Are we assassinating a 1980s sleepover?" Myc held up stuffed animals in confusion.

"Not directly." J.R pressed a button so a slideshow appeared on the screen, "Still Valley, Wyoming. In 1984, we tested our first mind-erasing chemicals there. Unfortunately, they worked too well. They've been mentally stuck in 1984 ever since, which makes it the perfect place for us to sell all of corporate America's recalled, outdated and dangerous products."

"We're trapping a town in the '80s to sell them recalled crap?" Reagan frowned, "That is radically unethical."

"Yes. Radically unethical!" J.R exclaimed, with a laugh that no one joined in on. "Anyhoo, every few years, we give them a fresh spritz of a chemtrail called Nostalgia Max, to keep them bodaciously brain-damaged. That's what you'll be doing this week."

J.R dropped keys into Brett's hand, "Here's the keys to the jet."

"Hey, J.R," Brett said excitedly, "how about on this mission we all really immerse ourselves in the 1980s? No phones, no social media, just a group of seven-way best friends really connecting face-to-face."

Everyone groaned, clinging to their phones, "Ugh, come on!" Myc groaned, "Sometimes I don't like talking to people!"

"We can tell." Theo snapped at Myc, also holding onto her phone for dear life.