Creation

Temptation

This chapter is an entry for the Round 7 of Fanfic Bootcamp.

Fandom : Amazing Spider Man x Jurassic World

March 28th, Hammond Creation Lab.

"As an Oxford graduate, I expected it from you." The professor said, toying with the syringe I recently emptied. The compliment flustered me, but not as close as to to how Peter used to do to my nerves.

I slapped myself inwardly for the mere flashback with him. They were memorable days, but not now when I'm supposed to impress my senior.

"Thanks, Doc." I smiled politely, tucking a loose strand back to my ear. My neck cracked at the tilt of my head, after bowing to a set of microscopes for anyone knows how long. I began focusing on arranging the equipment on my desk.

"Claire's decision to accept you proved worthy."

At the mention of another senior employee here, I grinned, reminiscing her central roles in my life. Besides accepting her friend's recommendation of me, she was the first to welcome and brought me around on the orientation week despite her piling jobs.

Which is against the fact that she's a Type A personality bearer—a workaholic. A bean she spilled during our first awkward small talk.

"Ms. Stacy? Do you follow?" The doctor's trailing voice snapped me awake. "You're finished for today. So far, you're among the most promising interns."

I beamed with pride as his hand patted my coated shoulder thrice, a gesture of appreciation. As his swift footsteps marched farther from my desk, I hastened to assemble things back to their original states.

I rolled my lab coat's sleeves a couple of times before my slippery hands grabbed the items. Setting aside the microscopes, keeping the embryos back to their storages, tossing away trashes . . .

"Gwen?" A voice called from my back, in a tone which sounds like my stern mom. I tilted my neck aside, smiling when I found Zara, a tablet palmed on her hands. Her cocoa brown hair triggers the jealousy in me at how she managed to look fine after such a rambunctious day at the newly-opened theme park.

"Hey." I let out a puff of air, stretching my aching back and faced her. "How's your day?"

Her clicking heels approached me, sounding oddly rhythmical. "Average." She drawled on, throwing herself on the vacant chair I spent hours on. "Can't say the same for Claire. That woman, duh. I'm amazed she hasn't collapsed."

It's almost six. The wave of tiredness I forgot after Dr. Wu's compliment returned when the realization of the clock struck me.

I haven't taken any accurate personality tests yet, but possibly I share the same type with Claire after working for straight ten hours.

"And I'm amazed you haven't too. Don't you share the same blood?" I sneered at the mockery her remark contained, amused at her sarcastic sense of humor.

"Hard workers tend to stay together, after all." A singsong voice chimed in from the lab's entrance, revealing an orange-headed woman with her trademark—her knee-length white coat and red high heels.

"Claire." I forced a better response than gloomy, trying to reach their standards of enthusiasm but ended up failing. "How's your presentation?"