chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

5 - Atlantis pt 1

Third Person POV

"yo, Y/n?"

the young woman looked up, cigarette dangling precariously from between her teeth and eyebrow raised in attention. "mhm?"

"what the fuck is on your face?" Myc jabbed a tentacle towards her face, earned a scowl in return.

she glared at him, glasses subconsciously pushed further up on her nose. "a fucking tampon. what do you think, Myc?" she grumbled, turning back to the dismantled spyware she'd been tirelessly working on sprawled across the conference table.

"i didn't know you wore glasses, Y/n!" Brett popped suddenly into the conversation, eyes squinted as he stared intently at the girls face. she glanced up, plucking the cigarette carelessly from between her lips. "when i get too tired my vision goes weird so i gotta wear 'em... i also get pretty bad headaches."

Myc's tentacle hit Andre square in the face, causing him to start, eyes quickly narrowing. the biochemist, who had previously been very obviously staring at Y/n, now glared at the mushroom, hand moving to rub his reddening cheek. "you dick."

"you're so fucking obvious," Myc replied. "cocksucker."

Andre extended his middle finger in response, eyes instead trailing back to the other scientist as she struggled relentlessly with the mechanisms of her spy squid, loud curse blurted from her mouth every few minutes. soft breaths of smoke left her lips as she puffed absentmindedly on the cigarette. her lab coat lay on the conference table beside the disordered machine, as she had decided it was a, quote, 'annoying piece of shit' that kept getting in her way. her hair was tied up and sleeves rolled carelessly back to her elbows, eyes narrowed in pure focus as they peeked above where her glasses had slipped down the bridge of her nose.

Andre smiled lightly to himself, though it quickly froze as her eyes met his own. she couldn't help but smirk lightly, somewhat satisfied to have finally caught the other staring, before digging back into the machine with the screwdriver that'd seemed to be permanently stuck in her hand for the past few days. his cheeks slowly flushed a light pink before he turned away, huffing a harsh sigh before grabbing the gas canister beside him and inhaling deeply from it; a small mindless giggle left his mouth. best way to not get embarrassed; get high.

Gigi sighed lightly, eyes wandering boredly over to Y/n as she held her phone limply in hand. "where the fuck is Reagan? and Y/n, honey, are you... okay?" she asked, giving the other a rather worried smile.

the other girl nodded absentmindedly, eyes narrowing as she stared into the metallic depths of the mechanism. "yeah, uh huh..." she muttered, brain completely blocking out any outside noise as she finally set the screwdriver to the side only to stick her hand right inside the machine.

Brett eyes widened as he glanced over, face filling with that nervous look he constantly recycled. "hey, Y/n... uh, maybe don't stick your hand in- or shove it in further, that's cool too!"

"what the fuck..." the girl muttered quietly to herself, fingers latching onto some foreign object within and cautiously pulling it out as she set the squid aside. the rest of the group craned their necks, suddenly taking great interest in her work.

"what is it?" Glenn asked curiously.

Y/n continued to stare in confusion for a few more moments until her eyes suddenly shot open wide, cigarette falling from her mouth as she jumped almost comically out of her chair. the woman ran through the open door in a frenzy, not another word spoken.

"...okay, anyways-"

Gigi was interrupted by Reagan being unwillingly pulled through the conference room doors behind a panicked Y/n, followed by JR who shut the door behind them firmly. "what is this about-"