chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

2 - Stitches

Y/n POV

"are you fucking kidding me? jesus... just... oh my god shut up."

i rubbed my temples, pacing back and forth through the conference room. of course, the one time i'm not in the privacy of my lab i get a frantic phone call from the coverups department.

"just shut up, calm down and stop fucking talking. jesus you're doing my fucking head in Rob... listen: there's been so many nessy sightings over the years, blurred photos aren't really much evidence, they're never taken seriously. so chill, it's fine, nobody's gonna- rob shut- ROB CALM THE FUCK DOWN."

my fist slammed on the table as i sighed in irritation. "you're the literal coverups department and you're panicking over a fucking Loch Ness Monster sighting? we've gotten god knows how many of these over the years.. yes i understand it's a clear photo. listen to me and do your fucking job. just erase the memory and phone of the person. it's pretty simple, you asshole: stop panicking... jesus. i'm hanging up." my phone slammed into the table as i let out a deep breath of air.

"that was... intense."

i spun round to the voice behind me, met with the faces of my group. "i mean, you'd expect coverups to be able to do their goddamn jobs."

"intern?" Gigi asked as she walked inside to her chair. 

"of course." i replied gruffly. Andre nodded sympathetically. "i just use my interns as little lab monkeys." he laughed lightly, trailing off as he met Reagan's gaze. "...kidding."

i grinned lightly, Reagan letting out an exasperated sigh and turning to me instead. "Y/n, you got that research?" i nodded, patting the folder beside me. "yeah, all in here."

it'd taken me all last night to gather up the stupid paperwork for everything. i have a rather unique organizational system; in that i don't have one.

she grinned widely as she spun round, eyes sparkling. "right well let's go get started then! my lab first." she gestured for me to follow. i nodded, grabbing the folder and making my way out of the room, pausing slightly as i heard a familiar voice beside me.

"and then my lab." the Biochemist smirked, eyebrows raised as he stared me in the eyes. i raised an eyebrow, averting eye contact with a snort. "if you're lucky." i replied, continuing on my way to Reagan's lab with a grin. the research i'd been working on for so long was finally paying off.
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"so you're saying that with this..."

"that we could filter certain materials we need from it, and if we attach it to that little thing, it could work. but it's just a theory." i hummed, eyes scanning through my papers.

"it's very promising. awesome fucking theory." Reagan grinned.

i returned the smile, fingers absentmindedly tapping against the paper. "thanks, Reagan! so... d'you think you can do it?"

her grin transformed into a supervillain type smile. "i mean obviously, i'm fucking awesome. i'll get started like literally right now." she rushed off to the corner of her lab to gather materials as her mechanical hands poured a cup of coffee.

"awesome, i'll see you later-" i stopped, watching Reagan's mind whir into action and block out anything from the outside world as she began her work... our work i suppose. i gathered the rest of my papers and left her to do her thang.

"JESUS-"

"FUCK- ANDRE-" my hand flew to my cheek as the door flung open... into my face. "jesus christ you scared the shit outta me." i stared up from the ground at the other scientist as he gasped, hands flying to his mouth. "ah shit, fuck dude. you good?" he held out a hand to me. i grabbed it and stood as i was pulled up, groaning loudly as i glared at his face for a few seconds before beginning to laugh lightly. "ever heard of knocking, you fucking dumbass?"