Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

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The holidays had passed and the new year had rolled around, Cognito Inc went back to work meaning the tension between the Ridleys was defrosting, unlike the snow outside.

When Reagan was back to work, she got stressed out and it put a strain on her relationship with Theodora and Rand, even though they weren't that good to begin with.

"Hey, do you have any cranberry juice?" Rand entered the kitchen one morning, Reagan was pouring coffee, well, more like spilling it all over her hand as she seemed deep in thought. And Theodora sat on a stool, eating toast. "Maybe in your secret woman stash?"

"Why, you got a UTI or something?" Theo teased.

"Gross, no." Rand snapped.

"Figure out your own mixer, Dad." Reagan sighed, "I have an important job keeping the entire world together, remember?"

"Aw, that's cute. I figured they would've fired you by now." Rand shrugged, "I mean, I got canned, and genetically speaking, you're half as good as me, so..."

"Sometimes, the thought that we're related keeps me up at night!" Reagan hissed, before smashing the coffee pot on the wall.

"Classic Ridley rage issues." Rand said proudly, "You're definitely my girl!"

"Let's GO, Theo!" Reagan yelled loudly, and Theodora slid off the stool, following her.

They got to work and met in the war room like always. Brett was listening to some loud music on his headphones and Reagan slid into her chair with a loud sigh.

Her phone begun to ring, "Reagan, pick up the phone." Came her ringtone, and it was Rand's voice. "That's right. I changed your ringtone when you were sleeping. Pick it up."

"Are you going to get that?" Theodora asked coldly, as the rest of the group eyed her cautiously. Reagan promptly grabbed her phone, dropped it into her coffee cup, and her robot arms set it on fire.

The rest of the group exchanged a concerned glance as Brett wheeled his chair up to Reagan, taking off his headphones, "Hey, Reagan, I think you dropped your smile!"

"Oh! What have I got here?" Brett tried to force Reagan to smile, "Oh God, it's not working!" He added, chucking a nervous glance to Theodora.

Reagan slapped his hands away, "Ever have those mornings where you start pulling at the mental thread that your entire life could be different if maybe you hadn't been raised by such an asshole?"

"To be honest, Reagan, I think you'd still be-" Theodora started but Reagan gave her a death glare that sent shivers down her spine so she stopped.

"Mmm." Brett pondered Reagan's question, "No. My drive-to-work Jock Jams megamix keeps the bad thoughts far away!"

"Guess I'll just throw myself into whatever inane job we're doing next." Reagan sighed, "Probably something dumb like going to the moon."

J.R burst through the doors, "Good news, team. Today, you're going to the moon!"

The group collectively groaned, "But didn't we fake the moon landing? It is so hard to keep track of what's real and what's fake here." Brett said, before becoming distracted by someone passing the room, "Hi, Sasquatch... I can never find an inroad with that guy!"

"Haven't you watched the moon-landing orientation film?" J.R asked, taking a seat at the table, "Why did we even kidnap Ken Burns if no one's watched the movie?"

Gigi turned on the screen and it displayed the moon-landing orientation film,

"In 1962, President Kennedy had a dream to reach the moon. Mostly because he'd achieved every sexual experience on Earth and wanted to see what space sex was like." The film played, "We choose to go to the moon not because it is easy but because I am hard."

"Inspiring." Theo muttered.

"But the lure of casual sex proved too much for the astronauts, who created a free-love commune and refused to return home. To avoid a national PR disaster, the shadow government recruited crisis actors to play the rogue astronauts. Kubrick was hired to fake the return trip, and the moon was privately declared a hostile nation. The rogue colony still exists to this day..." Ken Burns appeared on the screen, tied up and a gun to his head. "I'm Ken Burns. If you're watching, please, someone help me. I've been trapped in here..."

"Blah, blah, blah," Gigi turned down the volume on the screen, "lots of sobbing. You get the gist."

"We lost communication with Aldrin's Moontopia 30 years ago until today's distress signal." J.R explained.

"Ooh, a deep-space distress call." Myc said sarcastically. "Very sci-fi. I'm super invested."

"They could be finally willing to surrender. Or it's a trap." J.R said, "We'll need three volunteers. Be warned, this is a near-suicide mission in space. You may never see your families again."

"I'm in!" Reagan and Theodora exclaimed at the same time, before chucking an annoyed glance at each other.

"I repeat, you could die." J.R said, frowning.

"I'm already dead inside." Reagan shrugged.

"Road trip!" Brett exclaimed, he had his headphones on and obviously didn't hear the part about it being dangerous. "Brett likes to slam the jam, Myc likes to slam the jam, Ken Burns likes to what?"

"If I say 'slam the jam,' will you let me live?" Ken Burns pleaded from the screen.

•

When Theodora and Reagan got home, they packed for the mission to the moon. "Don't forget my hair rollers." Theo demanded, putting them in the bag.

"Wow, thank you for contributing. Underwear, T-shirt, plasma rifle..." Reagan paced the living room as she threw stuff into a duffel bag. "Plasma rifle..."

"Ah, I threw it in the trash for ya. It was based on bad science." Rand shrugged.

"Dad, you can't just throw my inventions away." Reagan scolded, "I'm going to the moon, and I need this to shoot hippies. Or myself if an alien mates with my face."

"Ooh, I can shoot you when that happens if you want." Theodora grinned.

"The moon? Worst dump I've ever been to." Rand said airily.

"Yeah, right. When did you go to the moon?" Theo scoffed, folding her arms.

"Your mother and I had a life before you girls came along," Rand said, "with low-gravity sex tourism, when she used to be fun."

"Ugh! This is why we're going." Reagan shuddered, "In space, no one can hear their dad talk about boning their mom." They made their way to the door.

"While you're up there, find my sunglasses I left behind." Rand said, "Ray-Bans, gray lenses. I was wearing them during a threesome with your mom."

Theo slammed the door behind them, and they got into the car, "Do you hear me talking about the threesome?" Rand yelled out the window, and as they drove away, Rand continued yelling about the threesome.