Chapter rating: K
Chapter warnings: None.
Pairing: You'll see.. :)
Spoilers: Some
Length: Multi-chapter
Summary: He who is afraid of bad luck will never know good.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, but the stuff I have made up :)
Prologue
Bad luck is defined by the dictionary as;
1. An unfortunate state resulting from unfavorable outcomes.
2. An unpredictable outcome that is unfortunate; "if I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all".
3. Unnecessary and unforeseen trouble resulting from an unfortunate event.
But when something, anything, that could be concidered as bad luck took place inside the laboratory inside this particular facility, all eyes turned to look at the chubby woman sitting next to a computer with her hazel eyes wide and her small mouth already forming an apology. It wasn't her fault in a traditional sense, but as her being the only person in the building with the uncanny ability to cause what ultimately could be descirbed as bad luck, to people around her... Yeah, all eyes turned to her when the mysterious blue smoke was emmited from the mass spectrometer.
"I didn't mean to do that." She smiled nervously. "Honestly, I didn't even know I could do that."
Multible sighs could be heard. Heads shook and eyes were rolled. Yeah, they knew she didn't mean it. Still, oddly specific unfortunate things occurred when she was around. Last time it had been one of the lab techs, Andy. He had slipped while carrying a stack of papers of a particularly important test they had finally managed to complete and replicate to the point it could be shown to the investors. Half of the papers had fallen to a puddle of a highly flammable solution that was accidentally pushed off a near by table just as a small spark flew from a just lit bunsen lamp. Needless to say, it wasn't a very good day for Andy.
He had lost an eyebrow and hal of his fringe in the process.
"Can it be fixed?" The woman tried even though she was pertty sure she already knew the answer to her question.
"Blue smoke means it wont work again, ever. You know that Maggie." A tall blonde in a white lab coat sighed in a tired voice. It had been one of those days again.
"Yeah maybe." The one called Maggie shrugged. "Look Jenny, I'm going to call the maintenance and see if they can provide you with a new mass spec."
"No. I'll do that. You go and do some paperwork or something for a while." Jenny gave her short co-worker a comforting pat on the shoulder. She really did like the lab tech, but sometimes Jenny just grew tired of cleaning out the mess the other woman left behind her where ever she walked.
Yeah, paperwork. That was safe. Maggie was very good at paperwork.
So she exited the lab.
The security guard outside turned to look at her with a smile, but it was replaced with a terrified frown. He even took a cautious step back. Maggie rolled her eyes. Yeah, she was bad news, but come on, honestly now. She wasn't a bad person. She didn't beat old ladies or abuse kids, or kick animals. Hell, she wasn't even dangerous. True, bruises and twisted ankles followed her like an accident prone cloud of badly timed slapstick comedy, but no one had ever died near her. On the contrary, she had been known to save lives occasionally. Mostly accidentally though.
Oh well. She could always go up to the engineering department to see if they have anything that needs to be filed away. Which they probably did. For a bunch of geniuses, the engineering department had an incredibly lousy record of filing things that needed to be filed. And they liked Maggie, for she was willing to do the boring paperwork for them while they blew up stuff.
Maggie sighed.
She turned a corner.
And hit her face to something that felt like a brickwall.
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TBC.