Friday Barnes one shots

Missy and Oliver 6

Missy had never heard of something so outrageously difficult to do.

"Please, I have to know and I don't want to get caught." Adeline said, practically begging them.

Missy frowned. "So you want us to get caught doing it for you?"

Adeline nodded. "That would be preferable."

Missy looked at Oliver.

He was sitting in a chair that she was standing directly behind, her hand on the wooden backing, satchel over shoulder.

Missy was a Wainscott, so naturally, she had done some strange and stupid things in her lifetime.

She had punched people, smashed lots of things, mostly on accident, and even set some things ablaze, it was simply in her blood to make trouble.

But never had she sent DNA samples into a testing lab with the intention of trying to accuse someone of not being a biological mother.

This sounded irresponsible, hard, and like a good way to stir up drama.

"Yea, we'll do it." She decided.

Oliver gave her a look that read something like 'are you out of your mind?'

Adeline threw herself at Missy, pulling her into a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

She handed Missy a plastic zip lock bad with some hair in it. Then she handed her another one with some hair in it. Both bags had writing on them. One read 'Adeline' and one read 'Margot.'

She wandered off, muttering something about proving her father wrong.

When she was out of earshot, Oliver exploded.

"Are you insane? How would we even send the DNA to a research lab? We aren't allowed to send DNA you have to be over 18!"

Missy shrugged. "So we lie about our age."

Oliver gaped at her. "You're really going to do this?"

Missy nodded. "Yeah."

Oliver stood up. "She's not even paying us!"

Missy cocked her head to the side. "I didn't think of that. You reckon she'll pay us?"

Missy turned to race apter Adeline. "Addy, wait up!"

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Oliver watched Missy fill out the application to send in the DNA.

Or, he watched as she tried too. He mostly corrected her spelling.

It got to the point where he was correcting her so often that she made him fill out the application.

"You do it. My Dyslexic ass can't figure this out." She said, pushing him into the chair.

Oliver filled out the application. When he got to the last box he paused.

"What is it?" She asked, noticing him stop.

She read the box over his shoulder.

I confirm that I am over 18 and have the convent of all the DNA providers

Missy took the pen from him and scribbled down 'yes'.

She took the papers and folded them up, slipping them into the envelope along with the hair.

She handed it to Oliver to write the postcode.

As he was writing it, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

"Ow. What was that?" He asked.

Missy looked at him. "What was what?"

Oliver frowned going back to writing on the envelope.

By the end of the day, they had posted it. Now all they had to do was wait.