Warning: this chapter contains...danger. I will give it an own rating...something between T and M. Women will understand me! It is a warning for kids and male readers! Please, this is a topic every woman has to deal with in her life. I know men can't handle this topic well and would rather die than experience the 'strawberry week'
Please, if you think it is too much for you, stopp reading! I don't want to be responsible for you guys losing your consciousness!
Another warning: If your girlfriend ever has her...strawberry week...just don't get on her nerves. Treat her like a princess, like a queen...if you want to live a happy life.
Don't forget. happy waifu happy laifu
Chapter 3: Strawberry Week
"I hate my life..." pouted Rachel and slammed the door of her bathroom shut. One week after her first day of work another surprise... surprised her. It was bad enough that her reputation didn't grow in the way she wanted. Instead, she messed up more things than before. Yesterday, she had accidentally dropped some papers, which were quite important and so Wendy had to bring them in order again. Just to mention it, she wasn't very pleased.
The day before yesterday, Rachel had deleted all files of this year. She simply had to print out some documents and bills, but instead she had deleted them. But the icing of the cake was, how she brought all lab coats to the laundry and accidentally threw one piece of her own clothes into the same washing machine like the lab coats were in. It was her favorite red top.
A red top. With white lab coats... Some of you might have noticed something. But the rest of you, pay attention. Red and white clothes in the same washing machine!
Let's just say the coats looked somewhat stylish...in pink. At least in Rachel's opinion.
But now, Rachel knew she would mess up this week as well. She only saw red, a deeper red than the nice top had, which has kept its original color luckily. "Shit..." she mumbled, "Strawberry Week."
Rachel growled and dug in her drawers to search for the 'protectors' of all women. Nothing. Nada. Team Rocket had brought her all of her clothes and personal stuff, but didn't allow her to leave the building for a single day to buy some very necessary things. She wouldn't even run away. She just needed to buy something. But the chaos was planned, this would be her worst days ever.
While gritting her teeth, she left her room to get to work. Rage was boiling in her veins and she wanted to hurt someone so badly. Someone. Anyone. Someone who would cross her way. Quickly, she slipped into the lift and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor. Her weight felt like it was comming off her hips but then, it pushed her down as the lift stopped. Another reason to hurt the next person seeing her. Who would dare to stopp the lift now?
It was fate that Doctor Zager entered the lift, also to his way to work. Rachel gulped and buried her plans to hurt the next person who would cross her way somewhere deep inside her mind. "Good morning," he greeted Rachel.
"Mornin..." Rachel stammered, at the same time hissed. Slowly, her gaze wandered to his coat, it was still white like snow. Zager must have used another washing machine, because his clothes still had their original colors.
Zager looked over the rim of his monocle, he only threw a short glance at the angry Rachel next to him. "Are you alright? Don't you feel well? Are feeling you sick?" he asked her with caution.
"I don't know. Somehow my belly hurts, my back as well. It feels like someone stabs me with a dagger, or a bomb is exploding in my guts...then a headache is bothering me since last night and I could just scream in pain now," Rachel reported and stretched her back, but remained smiling. Somehow, she was breathing heavily, trying to forget her anger.
Doctor Zager nodded at every single detail of her pain, and suddenly, he stepped aside. The fact of her problem hit him like a stone and he violated the button for the next floor. He needed to get out of this shark cage! It was literally a shark cage, but this time the shark, Rachel, was inside as well."Oh, I f-forgot something..." As the door opened Doctor Zager rushed outside and hastily went away, rather stumbled away.
Rachel simply sighed in relief and put her hands on her belly as she leaned her back on the elevator wall. And suddenly, in that peaceful silence the lift stopped again. With bloodshot eyes and like a hungry lion she glared at the grunt who entered. Her look literally said 'get out or you're dead' and chased him out of the lift again. It was her own territory! How did he dare coming into her territory!
The next stop was the right floor for her to leave the lift. Rachel went straight to Wendy's office to ask her for some help and necessary things. Wendy was a woman and she would definitely understand her. And as she entered her mood dropped to minus fifty on her scale. No Wendy. And no coffee she actually had to collect. So, there was only place where Wendy could be, Rachel's door to hell, the office of the professors.
And she actually went to enter the hell's office. Right before the door, she remained silent. Was that really necessary to face her greatest enemies now? Yes, it was. She had to ask Wendy for some help.
"Good morn..." Rachel said as she walked through the door, but got cut off.
"You're late. We had expected you sooner today," Professor Sebastian greeted her in a way that Rachel made her want to leave the office straight away(and leave a bomb within the office). But the first fact that jumped in her eye and made her grin was a shining pink. Somewhat, she felt a bit better today. She also noticed Doctor Namba sitting on his desk with crossed arms, to hide at least a part of his new lab coat. In pink.
With a sigh, Rachel took a step toward her supervisor and glared at him, rather unimpressed by his slight anger. "Sorry, but it I had some problems to deal with in the morning," she explained in a sharp voice, competing with Sebastian in 'who will win the hissing contest'. Another glance around and Rachel found her last hope standing in the corner and watching their little fight with curiosity. "Oh, thank god. I'm sorry to ask you but..." she paused and went to Wendy, completely ignoring the scientist who crossed his arms over his chest now, "I need your help." With her hands folded, she blinked and smiled at Wendy, hoping to get help.
"Say. What do you need?" Wendy asked her, still a little annoyance in her voice.
"Well...eh...you know... there is...something bothering...and you know..." Rachel stuttered, apparently unable to find the right words.
"Know what? Do you... Oh." Wendy's eyes opened in surprise as she noticed Rachel's odd and forced grin. As response, the brown-haired woman nodded rapidly. "I will find something, wait here."
Rachel sighed. "Thank you, you're a lifesaver." The one and only good thing was that Wendy was a woman as well, she understood her feelings and problems. And all women have to support each other.
"If there is a problem then you can enlighten us. Maybe there is a way to help you. If you feel sick, then you should stay in your room," hissed the professor. It sounded like a threat or an order for Rachel to stay away from the scientists.
Her muscles cramped and she felt the blood rushing into her cheeks. Seriously, how could she possibly explain her problems with a straight face, without blushing or stuttering. But she did her best to keep her coolness. "Well, I am not really sick...but... I always feel kind of sick when... Aunt Emma is visiting me," she said, using her hands and waving with them calmly as if it was something so natural to explain.
"Aunt Emma is visiting you?" asked Doctor Namba in disbelief. "How come your aunt got past the security system?!"
If there was the perfect moment for a giant face-palm, that would be it. Rachel felt ashamed. "Well, my Aunt Emma...she is not really a person. In other words...right now, I am closed for maintenance." She earned more confused gazes from her colleagues. "It is high tide for me!" she said more energetic than before.
Professor Sebastian suddenly shrugged and bit back a grin. Apparently, he did understand Rachel now. Only the other professor wouldn't get allusion, though it was so obvious.
"How can it be high tide? There is not even water around us!" Namba pouted, feeling a little insulted, but the truth was he felt silly for not understanding it. Meanwhile, he also noticed how Sebastian grinned at him.
"Well, it is my time of the month and always in that time my Aunt Emma visits me." Rachel nearly cried.
"And you don't like your aunt?" Doctor Namba asked.
It was the point where even Professor Sebastian started chuckling, though he tried to suppress it. "Namba, she is a woman..."
Still, Namba didn't get the hints and he looked at his colleague with confusion in his eyes. "What does that have to do with her aunt?"
"It is strawberry week! Damn it!" Rachel shouted. Shortly after, she covered her mouth with her hands as she noticed how the scientists looked at her, and as well Wendy and Doctor Zager who had just entered the office. All of them had heard her yelling and Rachel felt so ashamed. Ashamed of herself. But in reality she was simply shocked how long it took for the scientists to understand her. Wasn't it obvious? How long did the professors study and work to get to their current positions? Five years? Seven years? Ten years? And yet, they didn't understand simple human or female anatomy. Every child learns about this in school! But Rachel wasn't dealing with children, she had to deal with head scientists. Scientists who had studied biology! But right now, she couldn't even take them serious due to their new lab coats. She couldn't find any respect for them.
Wendy chuckled but caught her cool again by biting her tongue. "Rachel, you should keep your personal issues for yourself," she suggested, making Rachel blush in the deepest shades of red. "Here." She gave her a plastic bag and went to one of the desk to collect some papers.
"T...thanks..." Rachel mumbled and rushed out of the office.
The scientists had to snicker slightly, but suddenly noticed Namba's quiet expression and how he played with a pen nervously. "Namba, don't tell me you still haven't got it," Sebastian asked with a chuckle in his voice.
"Got what?" the doctor asked.
Slowly, Professor Sebastian, Wendy and Doctor Zager shook their heads in disappointment, until they went to leave the office together. Wendy left to do some paperwork in her own office, and Zager and Sebastian to do some research in the labs.
"How are you feeling?" Wendy asked as she entered the office with a heap of papers in her hand.
Rachel let out a heavy sigh. "Better. Thank you for your help, you're my lifesaver," she said and turned back to her paperwork, though she didn't really understand it. All she had to do was signing some documents, some permission documents and letters for other bases. Oh well, Wendy had to told her to sign them, so Rachel did what she was told. She felt a little like a dog with no rights, just with the duty to bring back a stick someone would throw eventually.
"Hey, Rachel, you need to do me a favor." Wendy suddenly said and put her pen aside. "Have you ever been to the main conference room?" she asked, without waiting for an answer. "You need to get the papers from there. I found some mistakes in the documents and I really need to correct them for our higher-ranked members. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing."
"Of course," Rachel replied, shrugging her shoulders.
With a loud sigh, Wendy finally smiled. "Oh, thank you. You're my lifesaver. It is so much easier, if you have someone around who helps. Before you came to us it was horrible, I just heard the words 'Wendy, get me some coffee. Wendy, bring me those documents. Wendy, go out in that blizzard for a doughnut!'," Wendy murmured angrily, imitating her superiors.
Rachel chuckled silently and imagined Wendy's misery. How entertaining.
"Okay, the conference room is in the top floor. The big door on the left," the green-haired secretary explained. "Here, you need the keys, oh, and put those documents somewhere on the tables. I will take care of them later." In a swift move, she threw a heavy key chain to the new employee and also handed her an extremely heavy pile of white papers. "Thanks again, Carol."
"It's Rachel," Rachel exclaimed.
"Yeah, whatever." Wendy simply winked.
Slowly, Rachel left the office and tried not to drop the paper pile. It rather looked like she was juggling how she held the pile and how she ran when the papers were about to spread out in the hallway. Only because the pile was so big that she couldn't see anything. One normal Rocket grunt nearly crashed into her but hopped aside in a wink of an eye. She didn't even see him coming around the corner. But somehow she found the way to the lift. The weight of the papers pushed her down even more as the lift took her a few floors higher. When she had reached the highest floor, the doors opened with a sound signal, and Rachel stepped out. "Okay...the door...on the right, was it?" she mumbled to herself and stumbled along the corridor until she saw a huge door right before her. With only her elbow she pushed the door handle down and pushed the heavy door open with her back. To her surprise, it was unlocked.
A fresh and icy wind suddenly greeted her and the door fell shut again. A few papers flew away and fled in the wind. "Oh...wrong door," Rachel said as she found herself on the rooftop of the building. Apparentely, she had chosen the wrong door. That was obviously not the conference room. Carefully, Rachel leaned the pile in her right arm and got the key chain Wendy had given her.
In the moment she turned around and tried to open the door with her keys again, she suddenly noticed something.
The door had no keyhole. Neither a doorh andle. Nothing to unlock it again.
It took a few seconds until Rachel understood her current situation. Still, with the keys in her hand, she stared at the keyhole that wasn't there.
"Oh crap..."
And it took another minute for her until the expected reaction came. "Oh no, no...no, no, no!" Rachel shouted and hammered against the door with her hand. She put the papers down and hammered against the heavy metallic door, that separated from the inside corridor. "Hell no! I can't believe it! This can't be happening!" Rachel screamed, rammed her fist against the metal, and dropped to her knees. "Okay, calm down, Rachel. It could have come worse...just think of a plan, a solution for your problem..." she stuttered. "Let's count all facts . I am locked out of the building, to be exact, I am sitting on the roof without anyone knowing it. I can't open that freaking door... and no one will come to help me..." Suddenly her eyes became wide and teary.
In the same time in one of the offices:
"Namba, stop it now. We finished this topic," Sebastian hissed under his breath.
"But what in the name of Lugia were they talking ab-" Something strange interrupted Doctor Namba and his thoughts. Something that sounded like a loud scream. Like a person, who shouted at the top of their lungs. And it sounded like a long and loud 'Help'. Namba looked up, but found nothing in the office that could have possibly made such noise. "Did you hear that?" he asked his colleagues.
Doctor Zager raised his gaze from the documents he was reading. "Heard what?"
"Nothing... perhaps it was my imagination," the tiny man mumbled.
About two later, the atmosphere in the office hadn't changed a bit. There was still that sick will to work in the air. Professor Sebastian, Doctor Namba, and Doctor Zager worked quietly on their computers, calculating things and throwing some numbers together no one else was able to understand. The only noises came from the keyboards and how the scientists hit them continiously.
Suddenly, the door to their office opened and Wendy entered hastily.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your work..."
"You should be," Namba stated, receiving a threatening glare from Zager.
There was a moment of hesitance in Wendy's words. "Have you seen Rachel somewhere? I can't find her," she told them.
"And this is the reason why you came in?" Sebastian asked, not letting his gaze off the computer screen. "Where have you seen her the last time?"
"I asked her to do me a favour, but now, I can't find her anymore. I looked for her in the whole building and I thought that perhaps Rachel could be around here," Wendy tried to explain. Slowly, a bothering feeling crawled up her stomach to her throat.
"Here? To do what? Destroy our equipment and the rest of our laboratory?" Sebastian hissed.
There was a silent gulp audible and Wendy wiped the sweat drops off her forehead. "Ye... I mean no. However, I am quite worried. I hope I can find her..."
"If we see her, we will let her know about your worries." This time it was Doctor Zager, who interrupted her, but with more kindness in his voice. Though, it was only a little more kindness. Wendy bowed respectfully and left without another word, still having some bad, inner thoughts about Rachel's sudden disappearance. In the exact next moment, when the door closed, Doctor Zager spoke out Wendy's reasoned worries but also brought up new theories about her. "Perhaps the girl got lost. It happens to nearly every new employee here. There is no reason for Wendy to be concerned."
"Except if that clumsy woman ran away from Team Rocket. Then she should be worried..." Namba ended, without taking his eyes off his computer screen.
Only a second later a horribly awkward silence remained in the office. All three of the scientists raised their heads and shared the same shocked look.
"She wouldn't... would she?" Namba asked.
Okay, I hope it was okay for u :)
Yep, I got the idea for Aunt Emma Irma and the other descriptions from The IT-Crowd. Please don't hate me for that. And please don't hate me for writing about it! And I know... sorry for the cliffhanger. I hope I can update the next chapter soon.
Disclaimer: Team Rocket and Pokemon belong to Nintendo!
And I don't own The IT-Crowd!