My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Honeytwo

*So Simon and Lewis are working at Yogslab, but only Lewis remembers what happens outside Yogslab. Duncan knows Yogslab exists, but refused to have anything to do with it. Oh, and I am using their real names not their usernames. This also isn’t in the order that they are doing things in their series, and Sips and Sjin aren’t there to help.*

Simon and I step into the transportation room in Yogslab, getting teleported to the Jaffa factory. With one last fleeting thought about the cloning experiment I was working on, I step through the portal.

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After we get back and Duncan returns from his lab, we set to work on various tasks. Duncan starts working on making the “face” of Honeydew Inc. out of colored lamps, Simon is off digging a hole somewhere, and I am working on the outdoor cafeteria area.

I head into the factory and grab a bunch of colored wool, then head outside and climb up to the roof of the adjacent building to the Jaffa Cafe. (At the time they only had enough stuff for one flying ring, and Duncan needed it for the face.)

As my supply of wool begins to dwindle, Simon appears. “Lewis!” I jump, so focused on this bun made of wool that I lose my footing and fall. I barely have time to yell out before I find myself in the sturdy arms of my dwarven friend.

I look around, rather uncomfortable being held bridal style by the man I have feelings for. He suddenly removes his arm from my knees and I start to fall once again.

With one arm on the small of my back, he catches my waist with his other hand, pulling me toward him. And this is how I find myself looking into his eyes, blushing like mad.

“Uh, th-thanks friend,” I manage to say. He drops his hands and starts walking away, looking very confused.

I watch him go, trying to process what just happened. Simon sometimes acts a bit strange for a day or two after Yogslab, he is after all our guinea pig; at one point quite literally.

Deciding it is time for a break, I head over to the Jaffa Factory. Dumping all the random crap in the chest for sorting, I lean back against the wall and let my mind wander.

I hear my name and blink, surprised to once again see the dwarf so close to me. “Ah! Oh, sorry, Simon. I was just taking a break.” He doesn’t say anything, looking at me like he needs to memorize everything about it. After a few seconds I open my mouth to say something, but he immediately turns and walks out the door.

I start to follow him, but decide against it. It must just be a bit of a side effect to being cloned. Interesting. . .

I quickly head over to the dorm and take out my research journal hidden in the room. I check to make sure nobody is around and start to write stuff down.

Putting my journal back, I head outside and see Duncan looking up at the nearly finished hotdog bun. I walk over, and he says: “What the hell is this?”

I laugh. “It’s supposed to be a hot dog bun?” I say, voice rising, turning it into a question.

“I think Sips could do it better!” I feign hurt. He laughs.

“Well it isn’t finished yet Mister Degree-In-Art.” I gesture up at the building. “How’s that coming along?” I turn to look up at it and see he has the outline of the face done.

“Eh, its alright. Really hard though. We need more lamps.” I nod in agreement. I look up at the sky and notice the sun is starting to set.

“We should go to sleep soon, do you know where Simon went?” I ask, slightly worried about him.

“Uh, no. I haven’t seen him since he went mining however long ago.” I frown. “Why, whats wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. Everything is fine, I’m just worried he might have dug too deep again.” Duncan laughs.

“Well, if we don’t find him then I’m going to stay up for a while and work on lighting up his face,” He nods at the factory. “We are going to need so much red alloy wire, it’s insane!”

I laugh. “Alright, Duncan. If I find him though we are all going to bed.” He nods and heads into the factory.

I go into the Jaffa Cafe, then cut across to the dorms. I don’t want to be outside when it gets dark, lets just say I’m not a huge fan of it. Instead I stay inside and clean up both my and Duncan’s beds, the latter so full of crumbs we could make twenty Jaffas from his crumb alone.

The door opens when I am putting new sheets on my bed, and after they are to my liking, I turn around to see who it is.

“Oh, hullo Simon. Duncan and I were wondering where you were.” I pull the blanket up on my bed and sit down on it.

“I started digging, and I couldn’t stop! But uh. . .” He trails off, looking at me before looking away and scuffling his feet.

“What’s wrong, friend?” I ask. I get up and walk over to him, sitting on his bed so I can look him in the eye.

He looks up at me and a few different things across his face, too fast for me to make out. “I, uh. . . oh bollocks to it!”

He leans in and presses his chapped lips to mine. I instantly kiss him back, our lips moving in sync for a second before he pulls away. “Sorry,” he says, turning and walking out the door.

“Simon! Wait!” I call out, standing up and following him. The door is slammed shut in my face and when I try to open the door it refuses to open.  “What the. . .?” I go to the window and look out, seeing nothing in its way. I try the door once more and it opens without a hitch.

“Um, sure?” I shake my head, wondering if this is all a really weird dream or Simon did something at Yogslab and we are both in some weird alternate universe.

I walk over to the factory, assuming that is where Simon is. After a quick check of the first floor and basement, I start climbing up the ladder.

“It’s for your face, Simon.” I hear Duncan say. I make my way up to the sorting level and wave once they see me. I feel my cheeks heat slightly when Simon looks at me, the feeling of his lips against mine still fresh in my mind.

“Hullo Lewis. I found Simon.” I smile and nod. “Now that he is here, shall we have a sleep?”

“Sure,” I say. “Oh, and I changed the sheets on your bed, Duncan. What were you eating in there? There were crumbs everywhere!” He laughs.

As we walk back I tease Duncan, Simon even chips in with his own lewd comments.

We enter and head to our beds, dumping our packs into the chests. I look up and catch Simon’s eye as I am about to get into bed, smiling slightly and raising an eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” He asks, and I laugh and shake my head.

“Night all,” I say, crawling into bed and facing the wall. Seconds later the sound of dwarven snores fill the room, lulling me to sleep like a lullaby.