My Diggy Diggy One Shots

The Rest Is History...

Prompt: Honeyphos: Lab Partners AU (It'd be nice to see some fluffy Honeyphos) (A/N: you don't know how badly I wanted to write something not fluffy and then be like "Yeah, it would be nice to see some fluff. ONLY ANGST THOUGH! MWAHAHA!" I didn't do that though. This is fluff central.)

"And, as they say: the rest is history, ain't it Lom?" The dark-haired man nudges the woman, Lomadia, next to him with his elbow as she smiles at him. "So what's your guys' story?"

I look over at the love of my life, the man of my dreams. He's sitting in a plush La-Z-Boy recliner, one of his bushy orange eyebrows raising when we make eye contact. He absently rubs at his beard, a thing he's been working on for years now. "Well Xeph? You gonna tell it or am I?"

"We had been friends since Year Nine, but our story doesn't officially start until we were in Year Eleven."

We only had a couple classes together that year, Anatomy and an art class Lalna talked us into taking so we were guaranteed to be in at least one class together.

When I walk into Anatomy I immediately wrinkle my nose in disgust. The baby pigs we have to start dissecting reek of chemicals and death.

Honeydew is sitting at our table, frowning. "How're we supposed to dissect these poor pigus? They're so cute!"

I set my stuff down and take a seat on the stool next to him. "We'll get through it, friend." I pat his back reassuringly before looking down at the creature. It lays on its back, its legs drooping out slightly like its bathing in the sun instead of laying dead in a tray.

I turn around to see if Lalna is here yet, only to see him rushing in, his ponytail bouncing as he tries to beat the bell. He raises a hand in our direction as he makes his way towards the back of the room.

The bell rings just as Lalna disappears from my field of view. Mr. Trott jumps up from behind his desk, the mop of brown hair rising and falling back across his forehead as he does. "Ready for a fun day of dissecting?" The huge smile he has on his face reveals crooked teeth. "I know I am!"

He starts handing out packets that include instructions and questions we have to answer while we're dissecting. "Read the instructions carefully," he warns as he hands out tools to everyone.

"First it says we gotta tie the legs apart? What the hell?" I give Honeydew a look and he jabs a finger over his shoulder in the direction of Mr Trott. "Like he's gonna hear me all the way back there."

I shrug and we get to work dissecting the pig. I hold the pig's forelegs and read the instructions to Honeydew, making sure he's tied them tight enough before we tie the back legs together.

"Is our pig a boy or a girl," I ask after we've done that. "Where's the umbilical cord area?"

After determining our pig is a girl and marking the bottom edge of the rib cage with an 'X', Honeydew grabs the scalpel.

He moves the blade towards the pig, his face in a grimace. I try to hold back a shudder as he makes a small cut that isn't too deep, but deep enough to cut through the skin and muscle as the instructions say. I hand him the dissecting scissors and grab the forceps so I can hold the tissue away from the organs as he cuts.

"Oh fuck, Xeph," Dew mutters as he slowly snips his way up the pig.

As I pull the skin and tissue away from the organs, I see stringy tissue that connects the muscles to the shiny, red organs underneath. I watch as one of the connected strands snap, and then the world suddenly goes black.

"I'll take it from here," Honeydew says, folding his hands together over his stomach.

The forceps hit the side of the tray with a clang, the tissue it was holding falling back to hit my hand. I notice Xephos starting to tip off his stool, dropping the scissors.