Hey everybody, how's it going? I have finally gotten around to typing up my newest fanfiction. If you are reading my other one I will update it soon, I promise. Anyway, this fanfiction will be about Moira. :D and an original character. (I swear I didn't want to make an original character and hated the idea of it, but I had no other option) I really hope you all enjoy it. It is rated M due to adult themes/content (it will get pretty dark, so I'm letting y'all know ahead of time). Also I do not own the characters mentioned in this fanfiction, well I made up the OC, but you get the point.

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Chapter 1:

She was the brightest in her class. Granted, few studied molecular biology and biochemistry to the extent that she did, but it was an obsession of hers.

This was years ago, back before the ridicule and death of her career. It was before then, when you could call her approachable and courteous. She was someone that everyone could admire, a friend to all, except one. A woman.

This woman was in all of her biology classes. She was a quiet girl that kept to herself, she even had quite the head on her shoulders. There was something about that woman that captured Moira's attention, even if she couldn't quite figure out what it was, but she was someone Moira wanted by her side. Despite never having a real conversation with the girl, Moira knew they weren't alike. Darcy was her name and she was more intrigued by animals, plants, and other things of that nature. The quiet girl had an obvious desire to help those that were inferior in design around her. Moira didn't understand that sort of appeal, but respected the decision. Yes Moira, wasn't as empathetic, but she still had an urge to fix things…people. Their goals were similar however, both wanted to see improvement in the world around them.

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"…Moira O'Deorain?" a voice questioned directly beside her.

Moira was working with bacteria prep slides in class when the voice startled her. She didn't recognize it, causing her to look up from her microscope before replying, "Y-" Her response was cut off once she recognized who had approached her. Darcy, her childish idol. Moira's voice stammered and increased in pitch, "Oh, hello! How can I he-"

"We'll be working together on this next lab assignment. There weren't enough slides to go around so it has been requested that I work alongside you."

A blush ran across Moira's face. She's never been in such close proximity to Darcy. She's beautiful. Her cheeks and lips were naturally pink, complementing her long honey brown hair. Her appearance was perfect asides the dull circles around her eyes, probably from a lack of sleep. Being in a STEM based major was no joke. Stepping aside to make room for her lab partner, Moira smiled and nodded at the young woman.

The two filled out their lab reports based on their separate observations in silence. This was a chance to talk to the woman she esteemed, yet she uttered not a word. Moira had no time to fully get acquainted with her. Frustrated with herself, Moira's hand began to slightly tremor while finishing up her lab report. A minor inconvenience, but enough for her new lab partner to notice.

"Are you alright?"

Moira dropped her pen in embarrassment and turned to look at her. "Must be the stress getting to me. Don't tell me you don't get cramped up from studying long hours," Moira's voice was sweet and filled with humor. Maybe her idol knew how to laugh at a joke.

A grin, not a laugh but close enough.

Moira's lips created a large smile in response, but to Moira's dismay the young woman covered her smile. It was as if she was ashamed by it. Moira's smile faded. It upset her that her idol might be insecure, but she never questioned her behavior.

Surprisingly, the two grew closer as the semester progressed. You could say they were inseparable. Certainly an odd combo: Moira charming and outgoing, Darcy blunt and shy. Despite having different majors, the two would make as much time as they could for one another, forming a multitude of memories.

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Perhaps the most memorable moment of their friendship was when they bathed together for the first time. Each floor to the dorm rooms they stayed at had one large shower room. All of the shower heads were connected with no barrier to shield people from each other. Not that barriers were really needed, they are adults now.

As usual Moira would take her daily shower before class. Typically no one got up as early as she did to start the day, so she wasn't expecting anyone in the shower room, but once she drifted off in her thoughts someone appeared.

"Good morning."

Moira snapped out of her trance and noticed someone setting up beside her. Darcy! Moira almost slipped, humiliated by her nudity. Up until then, no one had seen her naked.

"Hope you don't mind my company," Darcy stated while smiling in Moira's direction.

"What are you doing up so early?" Moira asked recuperating herself.

"I could ask you the same thing," Darcy answered.

For someone so shy, she could be very catty. "This is my usual routine," Moira replied with pride.

"Do you really get up at 5am to shower?" Darcy's face was shocked and filled with concern for her friend. Being sleep deprived is never a good thing. Moira answered, "Yes, that way I do not have to wait in line to clean myself."

There was a slight pause and then a burst of laughter from the redhead. Darcy smiles, "Oh, what a dubious plan to fool all of the girls here on the 4th floor." Moira raised her eyebrows multiple times amused at her own snarky remark.

Getting more comfortable Darcy removed her robe and turned on her shower head. Moira couldn't help but to glance. The girl was perfect. It's hard to believe that someone that was so modest about their body was so flawless. Her stomach and legs were as toned as an athlete, not even one stretch mark was visible. No blemishes. And her breasts! Unbelievably perky. In comparison to Moira's lanky physique, she was a goddess. There had to be something wrong with the girl.

The joyful ambiance of the scenario was cut short for Moira due to focusing too much on her own looks. She began to shampoo and condition her hair to drown out all of the negative thoughts that ran through her mind. Her red hair was just about the only thing she could take delight in, in regards to her physical appearance.

"Is something wrong Moira?" the quiet girl asked.

Annoyed by Darcy sensing her troubles, Moira avoided eye contact and rigorously washed the shampoo and conditioner out of her hair. Darcy stood still and observed the sight before her. She had no clue what had gotten into the poor girl.

Once her hair was cleansed of all product, Moira immediately grabbed all of her belongings and rushed out of the shower room. It's an action she regrets, but it had to be done to save face.