Hello! Quit a small chappie, but it's more of a transition one. Things are about to get interesting (and more enlightening!).
Chapter 4
"… And, there you go!"
Blossom's head snapped at Steve's announcement as she hurriedly ripped the paper away from his hands.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, jumping up "Thank you, Steve! That'a awesome! That's, that's… weird."
Steve rose an eyebrow as he neared, looking at the paper.
"You're right" he agreed, adjusting his glasses "There must've been a glitch in the machine."
It was Blossom's time to raise an eyebrow "What do you mean?"
"You see, this, it's impossible to have a genetic code like this" he stated with his eyes fixed upon the paper "You see, in the sequences here, and here?" the intern explained as he pointed at certain points of her DNA results "There are gaps. It's like you are missing an specific part of your DNA."
Blossom nodded at his explanation. It was the very same logic she had but her mind going back to work at full blast. What Steve said, that it was impossible, it wasn't necessarily true if you'd been created in a laboratory.
Anything is possible when you've been created in a laboratory.
"Can we try it one more time?" she questioned "Maybe it's a technical error with the printer, or something."
The man shifted uncomfortably "I, I don't know. Maybe we should wait until your father comes back-"
The teenager cut him off as she shook her head "No! No. I mean, just one more time, please? It's, it's just so quick, anyway. Let's save time."
Steve stared at her and blinked for a moment or two before squinting his eyes, in realization "Has he given you permission to-"
"Just one more time!" she requested, raising an open hand before him "Please. Then I'll leave you be and not tell anyone!"
Steve slouched back into his chair "I'm so fucked…"
"Come on, Steve. I promise…" Blossom insisted as she smiled at him, making the man look up at her "Please…" she said, attempting to make a puppy-dog eyes look, which worked for Bubbles all the time. Why not give it a try?
However what Blossom got wasn't necessarily the same result Bubbles did.
"Please, don't do that" Steve groaned, looking away.
Blossom scowled "What?"
"It's just, your, your eye colour… it is…" he didn't finish, but Blossom sensed him shivering "Sorry".
This made Blossom deepen her scowl - which only creeped Steve further.
Steve sighed "Okay… Let's try again, shall we?"
Blossom smiled again "…thanks."
"Get out of my way, nerds!" a loud shout was heard across the hallways of the University.
"What's all this fuss!?" the University librarian stood up and looked around at whoever was causing such disturbances. Her gaze laid at a tall teenager walking towards her table. She was a small woman, but could tell he was easily over 6 foot tall.
"'Sup, grandma" the boy said as he approached her worktable, placing a hand over her wooden work table.
The woman took a while to finally recognize the man standing in front of her… when she did, her eyes widened and her mouth went agape.
The teenager sighed, rolling his dark green eyes. Butch was used to this sort of reaction.
"Look grandma, I don't want to be here any more than you want me here" he stated "So why don't you just cut the crap and show me where the Hell is the goddamn Lab, Research Centre or wherever y'all do science up in here, 'kay?"
And before she could think of anything to say, he added "Regular official checking. Don't even ask."
"This is so weird" Steve brushed a hand through his hair.
Blossom just frowned at the new DNA result, as she compared it to the first sheet of paper, holding both side-by-side - they were the same. The EXACTLY very same. Which meant, there were no technical mistakes: her DNA did have gaps.
"It is" she agreed with a sigh "What do you think we should-"
"STEVE!" A grey-haired man in a lab coat stormed into the office.
The young man immediately stood in front of Blossom, in an attempt to cover the DNA papers "Mister, Mister Wellington!" He greeted with a small wave "I, I was just-"
Mr. Wellington, who was Steve's supervisor, grabbed him by the collar "I looked for you everywhere, Steve! We have an extraordinary visit!"
Both Blossom and Steve grimaced at the supervisor.
Steve blinked twice at the man "Mister Wellington, what do you-" he was interrupted as the elderly man pulled him closer by the collar and hissed something Blossom couldn't hear, but made Steve's body hair stand up "What!? Mister, are you sure-"
"Damn right, I'm sure!" Mr. Wellington let go of the young man's coat as he stormed away "Don't just stand there! Move! Go change that coffee-stained coat!"
Steve swallowed dry, clumsily patting the stain on his coat.
"Steve…" Blossom quietly called from behind him "What is it-"
"No, nothing!" Steve looked around, blinking in quite a maniac way, waving a desperate hand at the girl "I mean, it's quite an emergency but uh, just, just stay still! I'll be right back!" he assured, before storming away from the office as hurriedly as he supervisor did.
Blossom watched him go, wincing a bit as she heard the noise of something falling outside.
"Steve!" Mr. Wellington voice echoed from outside.
"I'm, I'm sorry!" Steve replied right away.
The teenager sighed, going back to analyzing the results she had.
She could her words outside being said, such as "official", "checking" along with "damn it" and "why him". She figured out it was probably some V.I.P. paying the laboratory a visit. Professor did comment those were often - usually a justice officer would tag along and check the scientists' work, progress, laboratory state, etc. It looked like it was kind of a big deal.
Blossom wondered, with a hint of hope, if it could be Dr. Mojo himself, but she soon dropped the hypothesis. It would be way too much luck for her and, surely, Professor's presence would've been demanded.
Blossom still spent a while analyzing her DNA results and browsing the subject on research websites using her phone.
Until she wasn't alone anymore.
She heard the door open and turned around to see a young man stand by.
"Sup…" he grinned lazily.
Blossom smiled at the young man. He was probably an intern, like Steve, though he looked slightly younger, like the boys she went to school with.
"Hello" she nodded politely, before returning to the papers in her hands.
She quickly felt the teenager approaching her "May I ask what the lady is doing?"
Blossom looked up to see the boy leaning over her table, with his face dangerously close, just inches above her own. A mischievous grin splattered upon his face.
The girl scowled before folding her arms "I'm not a scientist. You probably know that."
The boy rose his eyebrows at her attitude "I wouldn't know to be honest, babe."
"Babe?"
"It's my first time 'round anyway, haven't stepped a foot in a place like this since ever."
Blossom narrowed her eyes at him "I can see that. Well, it's not very professional to catcall at work, you know? I bet your supervisor wouldn't be very happy about it."
The boy seemed confused "…My supervisor?"
"Besides, there's some big-deal of a regular checking going on right now. Shouldn't you be moving around to see what it's about? The other intern that was here with me had to run off just because of that. If I were you, I'd follow his example."
Blossom had hoped it'd cause the boy to back off, but to her surprise, he burst out laughing loudly and hard. In fact, he had to hold himself and take a seat to regain control, though it did took sometime.
While he threw on his show, Blossom refrained from saying anything. She crossed her legs and arms while she threw a serious glare at him.
The boy smirked at her, though holding back his chuckles..
"I do happen to know what's up at this white hell-hole, babe" he said "And yeah, I would say I am kind of a big deal."
"What?"
The boy said nothing as he extended a hand at her "Butch Jojo. The one and only."
