FAEBULUS INC.

Hey you all :)

I've missed the excitement of putting something out on this site! You see, I'm desperately trying to write a real novel, but feeling totally blocked. Then I got this dumb idea out of nowhere :D So here's just a little something I HAD TO write to get it out of my system and maybe get back to my book.

At first I was not going to post this, but then thought "Well, why not?" So here it goes - AU Doccubus. And I feel the need to point out that I know only a little or nothing at all about what IT-support/Tech people do. But that's not important in this story anyways..

All human, I think. T-rated, I think. Not? But let's start with that. One.. Two..Three shot, I think.

FYI English is not my first language.

Fairly quickly written, so sorry for the typos and if it sucks.

I don't own anything! DISCLAIMER!

And we'll start of with a short little 'teaser' or prologue, if you will. This story won't be that long, I think.

Chapter 1 – The not so New Girl

Lauren lifted her feet up on the corner of her desk. Her blond hair flowed behind her chair as she strecthed her slender neck. She sighed heavily and stared at the painting on the office wall. Lauren had brought in and hanged the landscape painting by her mother on the wall to have something beautiful to watch. Because the space, where she resided too long every day did not have a window. Not that there even could be a window this deep down, Lauren shook her head and sighed again. She glanced at the man beside her. He was sitting all scrunched up and poking the screen of his phone. What the hell is he doing? Lauren craned to see. Playing Candy Crush?

"Stop sighing. You're breaking up my concentration," the man huffed.

"Isn't that a little too girly for you Dys?" She couldn't help but comment.

"No," Dyson laughed in a deep voice winking at the blond. "I can even wear pink. I'm that sure of my masculinity."

"Yeah, right," Lauren rolled her eyes. Dyson mainly wore black, grey and brown. Even dark blue would probably be too bright for him. "So, when have you worn something pink?" She smirked. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Dyson huffed. "Never."

"Yep," the blond nodded looking once more at the clock on the wall. Today was one of those days. "Are we in a time warp?" She exclaimed tiredly. "The clock's not moving!"

"Time is in fact moving ahead," Dyson said after checking the time on his phone. "Getting bored are you?"

"There's nothing to do! I've already done my workload. And this.." Lauren waved her hand motioning to their small room. "..is making me claustrophobic."

"Our office?"

"Office? Get a grip - It's a cupboard!" The blond screeched.

Dyson smirked. "Calm down. I'll admit the.. office is a bit dreary, but isn't it nice to be this close to me such a.."

"An asshole?"

"Manly man – I was going to say," Dyson laughed patting his pecks.

"A real perk. I don't know why I stay in Faebulus Inc." Lauren groaned running her finger through her hair. "I could be doing more. You know, programming, developing new products."

Dyson nodded in agreement. "I don't know why you stay here either. Jesus woman you're a certified genius and you're tinkering here with measly computer problems. No wonder you're bored."

Lauren smirked. "You feel strongly about this. But yes.." She pursed her lips. "I should go and do something else."

Ping sounded in the room. "What now?" Dyson shuffled his chair to the laptop perched on the side table. He saw a new e-mail in their box.

"Bo Dennis," He groaned under his breath. "Shit."

"What?" Lauren asked noting the man's features darken. Is he angry or nervous, she pondered. Maybe he's scared?

Dyson stayed quiet and the blond looked at him curiously.

"Maybe this will change your mood Lewis," Dyson finally said with a crooked smile. "A job for you," He tapped the computer screen.

"A man?" Lauren snorted knowing Dyson.

"A woman. The new girl. Came in a couple of months ago."

"A woman? Do I know her?"

"No." Dyson remembered taking all of Bo's earlier calls after seeing her fleetingly in the elevator. Holy hotness. But Lauren could have her. Now. Dyson wanted to stay away from her. Far away.

Lauren eyed Dyson baffled. "How the hell is she still a new girl, if she came in months ago. And how come I haven't seen her?"

"Well, you know.."

"You usually take all the calls from all the women," Lauren stated flatly.

"Usually," Dyson admitted shrugging his broad shoulders. "But there are others you can also take off my hands. Like Mrs Kinnon, Sheila, Sophia, Janice.."

"We'll be here all night, if you're gonna list all the women you've agitated here."

"Whatever," Dyson huffed. "All I'm saying, you can have her."

"Thank you," Lauren scoffed. "But why?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

"What why?"

"Why are you dropping her to me? Doesn't she fit your standards?" Lauren laughed trying to get a rise out of her colleague, because that's what they did. For fun. That's actually kinda perverted, Lauren realized, but still pushed on. "Because.. news flash, you've got no standards."

"Oh shut up," Dyson snarled. "Miss Dennis is more than.. qualified. Very pretty, great body and nice.. tits."

"Oh? And you won't go and help her." Lauren lifted an eyebrow. "Now I'm intrigued."

Dyson sighed resigned. The blond wouldn't let this go so easily. "If you must know," he paused. Better not mention the ass-grabbing and the punch that followed, he decided. And that was beside the point really. "She hates me! Hates me alright. And she's.. a terrible bitch. Threw me out last time."

"Poor you," Lauren snickered. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," Dyson lied and then mused for a moment. "I may have tried to, you know, scan her interest."

"What the hell does that mean? Scan her interest?"

"Test if she was interested in me."

"Let me guess," Lauren held up her hand. "She wasn't?"

"Maybe she's gay. That's the only reason that you haven't succumbed to my advances," the man grinned.

"Oh please," Lauren grimaced. She knew the man wasn't serious, but still it irked her. "You mean to say that, if you can't bed a woman, she's obviously a lesbian?"

"Obviously," Dyson shrugged his shoulders smirking. "But you're going to find out for sure. See if your gaydar or whatever is working. Office 112. Third floor."

"112 is the European emergency number, did you know?" Lauren said gathering her things and taking her bag off the table.

"No and I don't really care." Dyson rolled his eyes. "Better get a move on Lewis. Bo Dennis is not the most patient of clients, if I remember correctly."

"I bet that was just with you."

Thanks for reading :) I'll edit later