Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

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Reagan was unsuccessful in convincing Dr SkullFinger to reignite his rivalry with Rafe Masters, but he did give her the idea to rebuild Project Gaslight, so now Reagan had them busting their assess off rebuilding the machine in Dr SkullFinger's volcanic lair.

"Let's keep it up, guys." Reagan encouraged them. "After this, we can go back to our normal lives."

"Reagan, do we really have to build this huge machine? Can't you just milk me?" Myc groaned.

"Jesus, Myc, that is your solution for everything." Reagan snapped, "We have to brainwash Congress. Milk me. There was a terrorist attack. Milk me. It's not enough! Rafe is hardwired with decades of codependency and toxic masculinity. On top of that, he's obsessed with me."

"Brag." Gigi and Theo muttered at the same time, glancing at each other.

"Fixing this is gonna take something stronger." Reagan concluded.

"Well, you don't have to insult my goo." Myc mumbled, as Dr SkullFinger's cat approached Reagan.

"Well, hey there, little buddy. I..." Reagan picked the cat up, before it scratched at her face. "Oh, ow! Goddamn evil cat! God!"

"Ha-ha!" Theo doubled over in laughter, "It pissed on you."

Reagan looked down at her shirt and groaned, "I'll be right back. I'm gonna raid SkullFinger's closet for a clean shirt. Could I pull off a black turtleneck? You guys would tell me if I couldn't pull that off, right?"

Theo and Gigi both shook their heads solemnly as Reagan walked off. They had finally finished building Project Gaslight, and were plugging it in when Rafe Masters burst through the door,

"Knock, knock. Who's there?" He pulled out a gun, pointing it at the group, "Death..."

"And Brett." Brett followed him sheepishly. Theodora waved at him with a smile, which he reciprocated guiltily.

"How did you find us?" Myc demanded.

"I simply activated my tracker in Reagan's cell phone." Rafe shrugged, pulling it out to show everyone.

"You installed a tracker in Reagan's phone?" Brett frowned, eyeing Rafe suspiciously.

"Uh, yes, obviously. I do that in every relationship." Rafe said, "Don't you guys?"

"No, I don't."

"That's fucked up."

Everyone exclaimed, shaking their heads, concerned.

"I'm crazy, but not that crazy." Theo raised an eyebrow.

"That's being a stalker." Myc added.

"Whatever, I'm a spy." Rafe shrugged it off, "Now, where is the man who killed my girlfriend? Where is he?" He stormed down to where the group stood, pressing the gun to Myc's head.

"Not so fast, Rafe." Brett followed, holding his watch out to the man menacingly.

"Brett. But why?" Rafe's eyes were wide.

"If being a secret agent means that I have to be like you, then I don't want to." Brett rounded the man so he was siding with his friends, "You're not suave and cool. You're insecure. And honestly, kind of a huge misogynist."

"Uh, yeah." Gigi scoffed, and Theodora smiled, she was proud of Brett for finally realising what an asshole Rafe was.

"It's almost like guys with weapons are compensating for something." Brett thought out loud.

"Hell yeah!" Glenn yelled out once he got the machine to work, "This bad boy's got some fucking firepower! Whoo! What? What'd I miss?"

"So, unfortunately, Agent Masters," Brett ignored Glenn, "your time has run out." He pressed a button on his watch, and gas expelled from it, making Rafe cough and then pass out.