Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Mercy x Moira: {Dazed} [F]

Ally's request (she's obsessed.)

POV: 3rd Person

  Angela knows that Moira isn't the best of people, but how could she help herself but fall for the fellow scientist when everything about her is cool? She's beautiful in every aspect, she's tall, she's smart, aspiring to some, even. And despite being her closest co-scientist, Angela feels so far from the woman.

  Moira isn't very expressive when it comes to showing her affection. The closest to affection she shows was probably paying attention to her lab subjects, which, understandable, but still. Angela would like to believe that she could change Moira, as hopeless romantic as it sounds, she's hopeful to earn the woman's interest and her heart.

  "Doctor Ziegler?" The woman's rather deep, but honey-like voice spoke, dragging out her question and snapping Angela out of her daze of admiration. "Dazing off, again?" Her perfect eyebrow arched, and Mercy swears she felt like if she stands up, she would collapse. The way a chuckle rumbles from Doctor O'Deorain's throat as she turns around and her lab-coat flows right behind, as if she was designed to be so perfect.

  Heavens, if only Angela wasn't so head-over-heels and desperate to bed the woman and to cuddle up with her, she might've realized that the woman was as horrible as people come. Doctor Ziegler has unfortunately found herself wearing heart-shaped, pink-shaded glasses.

  "Sorry! Er.. what were you saying, Dr. O'Deorain?"

  "Keep close watch on subject 823. He's been... acting up." Her Irish accent is something that Angela has been used to, but yet, hearing it in such an objective way has always had her on a chokehold. Dr. Ziegler, for the life of her, can't seem to stop herself with her train of thought, thirsting over the woman as if there was no tomorrow. As far as her alias goes, she could give anyone Mercy but her own mind.

  "Yes, ma'am." She could barely push it out of her mouth, blue eyes fully basking in the coolness of the woman before her. How her short ginger hair is slicked back and spiky, red and blue eyes that truly capture people's attention, and a voice tone that only knows command.

  Truly, Angela looks up to her.

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  So, for Valentine's Day, what's better than to gift the woman she likes a box of chocolates anonymously? Doctor Ziegler is undeniably excited to see the woman's reaction to the chocolates. She made sure to buy the expensive ones that the woman particularly likes. How Angela remembered from a year ago when Moira had unexpectedly gotten chocolates from someone else is completely out of the question and not anyone's business.

  She's hiding behind a corner of a wall, watching as the taller clocks in for the day, and opens her locker. Moira had taken quite some time to herself nowadays, seemingly clocking out on time and not staying behind because she was a workaholic, which, Angela, is proud of. Moira had never really taken off from work so many times in a row.

  And the next day, if there was a box of chocolates in Angela's locker with a note: 'Thank you, Dr. Ziegler' in rather neat, cursive handwriting of someone she couldn't mistake it for, Angela's heart soared happily even if it was probably just a friendly gesture.

  "Thank you, doctor O'Deorain! I enjoyed the box of chocolates very much." She's smiling brightly at the ginger who gave her a small look of annoyance, though, there's something that pricks at Angela's heart, she knows it was just because the fellow scientist was never very good at self-expression

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  Moira cannot believe, that with how much she has been dropping hints lately, the doctor, as smart as she is, cannot take the hint that Moira returns her feelings.