The Seventh | A Dark Matter Fanfiction | Two (Portia Lin)

Chapter 42

Seven's gaze lifted from the diagnostics readout as the infirmary doors slid open, admitting Devon into the softly lit room. "Hey," Devon's voice broke the silence, echoing softly against the sterile walls as he stepped further into the room.

"Hey," Seven replied, his response accompanied by a brief nod of acknowledgement. He set aside the tablet he had been working on, giving Devon his full attention.

Devon approached, "What are you up to?"

"Just running some diagnostics on the equipment," Seven explained, gesturing towards the array of medical machinery lining the walls. "Making sure everything's in working order"

Devon's gaze swept across the sterile confines of the infirmary, his expression contemplative. "Need a hand with anything?" he offered, breaking the silence that hung between them.

Seven glanced up from his work, considering Devon's question for a moment before nodding. "Sure, here," he replied, sliding a tablet across the counter toward Devon. "Start by making a list of things we need to restock."

As Devon began jotting down items on the tablet, his tone shifted, taking on a more reflective quality. "You know, I admired you," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.

Seven looked up, surprised by the unexpected sentiment. "What do you mean?" he asked, curiosity lacing his words.

Devon gestured around the infirmary with a sweep of his hand. "Before all this," he explained, his eyes scanning the room. "You were one of the youngest and most brilliant doctors in the medical field. You developed cures for pathogens and diseases that were thought to be incurable."

"That is, before you decided that experimenting with illegal human enhancements was more interesting," Devon continued, "That's where you got your white hair, experimentation gone wrong. The news was all over it when your lab blew up."

Seven's voice was firm as he spoke, "I'm assuming after my illegal experiments were discovered, the GA came after me and I've been on the run ever since then?"

Devon nodded solemnly. "Yeah," he confirmed, his expression sympathetic.

Seven sighed, "Whatever, whoever I was in the past," he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. " It really doesn't matter now. Who knows what I've had to do or did that led me down this path. I can't remember, and I don't want to remember. It's best not to dwell on the past."

"Right," Devon nodded.

"Let's get this list sorted out." Seven said, his focus shifting back to their task.

Devon's expression turned serious as he casted his attention to the tablet in his hands. Together, he and Seven began to compile a thorough list of the necessary supplies for the infirmary, their collaboration smooth and efficient.

As they worked, the tension eased, the quiet hum of the medical equipment filled the room, punctuated by the occasional tap of Devon's fingers on the screen. Once the list was complete, Seven leaned back, reviewing the completed list with a satisfied nod. "Looks good" he remarked, glancing over at Devon.

Devon returned the nod, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Thanks for letting me help out."

Seven offered him a small grateful smile in return. "No problem," he replied. "I appreciate the extra set of hands."

With a final nod, Devon headed towards the door, leaving Seven alone in the infirmary once more. As the silence settled in the infirmary, Seven's mind was heavy with thoughts of his past. With each step he took out of the room, the weight of his missing memories seemed to grow, urging him to confront the lingering questions that had haunted him since he first awoke on the ship.

Walking through the corridors, Seven's thoughts were consumed by his own history, the fragments of memories that danced just beyond his grasp. He finally reached his quarters and settled in front of his computer terminal, feeling the urge to uncover the truth about himself.

With practiced efficiency, Seven began to search through the information network, delving into the archives in search of any trace of his past. He combed through data logs, medical records, and personnel files, each piece of information bringing him closer to understanding his own identity.

"I see you finally looked yourself up", Two's voice broke Seven out of his trance, and he looked up to see her standing before him. "So? What did you find?" Her question hung in the air, and Seven took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding.

"Apparently," he began, his voice tinged with disbelief, "I was a beggar orphan turned 'Genius Prodigy' doctor. A volunteer doctor saw my potential and took me under his wing. I discovered cures for pathogens like the Xzensit virus and PM-901." He paused, his gaze distant as he recounted the information he had unearthed. "But then I turned my sights to human enhancements, conducting illegal experiments until one day, my lab blew up."

A heavy silence settled between them as Seven absorbed the weight of his own past. "The GA came after me," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "and I've been on the run ever since."

"What kind of experiments?" Two asked.

Seven sighed, running a hand through his long, white, slightly silvery hair. "I don't know all the details," he admitted. "But I think I succeeded." He gestured to his hair.

Two's brow furrowed as she processed Seven's revelation. "So, you experimented on yourself?" she asked.

Seven nodded slowly, "It seems that way," he confirmed. "I must have conducted experiments on my own body. I can tell—I have better senses than a normal human would. Sight, smell, hearing, touch, and even reflexes. It's not superhuman like yours, but it's more than what the average human would have."

Seven stood up, walking over to Two. He broke the somber atmosphere with a grin he reserved just for her. "Hey, it's all in the past now, right?" he chuckled, pulling her in by the waist, signaling his want to move on from the topic.

Two laughed softly, allowing herself to relax in his embrace. "Yeah, you're right."

Her voice softened as she gazed up at him. "Let's not dwell on the past"

"The present is much better," she said, her tone dropping to a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

Seven arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Oh yeah?"

Two's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, doctor, I'm feeling a bit sick right now, and I think I need some of your... special treatment."

Without warning, she shoved Seven onto the bed. He laughed, the sound a mix of surprise and delight as he landed with a soft thud. Two followed, her movements fluid and graceful, a predator closing in on her prey. She hovered over him, her smile turning predatory.

"it's an order" she teased, leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss that promised a distraction from the shadows of their past.