*MERRY FRIGGIN X-MAS Y'ALL*
Walking swiftly to his work station, Adam made no attempt to acknowledge Marcy's presence, seeing as she was unaware of his own.
Although it was difficult, he managed to ignore the swinging yellow stockings and her swaying pony tail as she moved her head side to side.
"Don't think I don't see you watching me, Beaker."
Adam looked around; the lab was empty other then the two of them. "Beaker?"
"It's what I shall call you from now on." She still wasn't looking at him, focused entirely on the crime scene in front of her.
"Why?"
"Because it's cute and it suits you quite well," She spun in her chair to face him. "Besides, he's one of my favorites."
"Who is?" Adam felt a little strange calling their conversation across the lab, but he knew he would get flustered if they were face to face. Hopefully if the relationship progressed they could keep their distance.
"Beaker."
Adam tore his eyes from the computer screen and watched as she stuck a piece of gum in her mouth. "I thought I was Beaker."
Marcy grinned, "You are. Which is why I called you Beaker in the first place. Gum?"
She held up the packet before throwing it to him.
"Thanks, so am I a favorite, or just named after a favorite?" He put the gum in his mouth.
She popped her gum, "both. If you weren't a favorite, I wouldn't of given ya the name, Beak."
He narrowed his eyes, had she already established a nickname for the nickname?
"Short for Beaker." She explained.
Guess she had then. "Oh. Isn't Beaker a Muppet?"
She beamed again and nodded happily. "He's the awkward lab assistant. Just like you, doll."
"Then why did you keep calling me Awkward Adam?"
Marcy pressed the print button before skipping over to him, and crouching unceremoniously in front of him. "Awkward Adam was too mean. Besides, it's too long."
She popped her gum again and the action drew Adam's eyes to her lips. "Too long?"
"Don't worry Adam," she winked at him, and stood, "you're not the most socially awkward person I know. Thus, you did not really earn the nickname."
Marcy gave him a light kiss on the forehead, before turning behind them, and picking up her printed report. "I miss Jim Henson."
"What?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Get back to work, boy."
Doing as he was told Adam set back to the task at hand, and this time it was Marcy stealing glances his way.
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"I just think he's cute is all."
"Uh-huh." Marcy had, had this conversation many a time with her little sister.
"Really! I don't like him or anything, I just like to look at him."
Marcy smiled to herself, thinking of a particularly quiet lab rat. "I hear that, Fitzy."
"I hate it when you call me that." The young Kiwi huffed over the phone, earning a chuckle from her sibling. "Besides, just because I think a guy's cute doesn't mean I like him or anything, it's just like…like I could see myself liking him, ya know?"
Marcy shook her head, although Ella, aka Fitzy, couldn't see her. "No."
"Oh, well, ya know how you think Danny is good looking but you are in no way sexually attracted to him?"
"Yes."
"It's like that."
"Oh," Marcy nodded, again, "okay. What's his name?"
"Jacob."
"Aw. Ella and Jacob."
"Shut up!"
Marcy laughed as she flipped through her magazine. "Okay, okay. Calm down, girlie."
"So how's work?"
Most of her family was cool with what Marcy had chosen to do with her life, but a couple people were still against it. She could tell by Ella's tone that one of those people were there.
"Fine. I got my own cute boy there."
"Oh my god, no way?!"
"Yes way."
"Wow." Even thousands of miles away, Marcy could practically see the fifteen year old's face light up.
Ella always did like to meddle in her affairs. She suspected it was a combination of her age and of her natural need to gossip(which she got from their mother).
"Why is everyone so surprised by that?" Marcy furrowed her brows as her little sister laughed at her. That's right. At her.
"Because, doll, it's like…like dogs herding cats."
"Dogs herd cats." Marcy pointed out.
"No they don't." Ella argued.
"Yes they do, they chase them up trees, that's like herding."
"No it isn't and that's not the point right now. The point right now is that Nick owes me a buck because you're not a lesbian."
Marcy gasped; her siblings were plotting against her! "Nick thinks I'm a lesbian? Why?!"
"Well," the younger droned in her accustomed accent, "maybe it's because you've never brought a boy home."
"That doesn't make me a lesbian!" she jumped to her feet, and threw the magazine to the floor.
Maybe the lobby of Danny's apartment complex wasn't the best place for this.
"I know that and you know that. But, I think Nick is socially retarded."
Why is every boy I come in contact with socially inept? She thought.
"Because you're socially inept?"
"Shit did I say that out loud?"
-"Yeah." Danny trotted down the stairs and handed her the jacket she asked to borrow. "And for the record, I am not socially inept."
"Shut up!' she yelled, "I have bigger problems then you right now!"
"Is that him?" Ella asked, laughing at her, again.
"Shut up!"
"Me?" the two echoed.
"Both of you! I am not a lesbian and no, that is not him!"
Danny raised his hand, and heard giggling come out of the phone, "I never called you a lesbian."
"Which is why I like you the best right now." Marcy huffed, and hung upon her sister. "I hate my family."
Danny shrugged, "don't we all?"
Marcy sighed and shrugged the jacket on. "Thanks again, Dannyboy. I needed something professional to wear to Cara's ballet recital."
"And you went with a man's suit jacket?" he quipped, and she smacked him in the arm.
"I like this jacket, it's very nice."
"Thank you," Danny nodded, then paused a moment. "You got a big family?"
"Kinda," she raised a shoulder and took her hair out from the back of it, "two sisters and two brothers."
He nodded, "Youngest?"
"Middle. That was, Ella, she's the youngest."
"Ah." He nodded and walked her to the door. "Don't worry. I don't think you're a lesbian."
"Thank you." She nodded, and kissed his cheek as he smirked.
"Can't have a crush on Adam if your gay." He laughed as she hit him again.
"That's true."
See? Too honest.
"You
saying ya got a thing for 'im?" His brows went up on shock and
the girl shrugged.
"I'm attracted to him, yes. Why?"
"Because the kid is practically in love with ya, that's why!"
She wagged at finger at him. "Shouting will get you no where, my friend. Besides, there is nothing wrong with having a crush. He's my age, he's cute and he has a job that doesn't involve him swallowing a balloon of heroine."
"First off-a balloon of heroine?" Danny stared at her.
"I've had boyfriends I ain't so proud of, Messer."
Nodding he went on. "You really wanna get involved with someone, I mean, yer shippin' out to D.C in five months, then Africa. Does he know about that by the way?"
"Not yet."
"Well, ya gotta tell 'im."
"I know that," she glared and crossed her arms as she kicked the doorframe lightly. "You're more protective then my real brothers, and I'm not even sure if it's of me."
Marcy smirked, "Maybe you're the gay one."
"Stop with the gay jokes."
"Sorry."
Danny sighed and put his hands on the woman's shoulders. "I just don't want either of ya getting' hurt, 'sall."
"Aw." She grinned and he groaned, "That's so sweet."
"Ya I know, I melt in the rain. Just be careful, kid like Adam, he's…sensitive."
"I know, I'll tell him tomorrow," she held up two fingers. "Scouts honour."
"You ain't no scout."
"I was when I was twelve. Scouts are co-ed now."
"Really? Huh."
The two hugged and bid each other goodbyes.-
