Things You Said I Wasn't Meant To Hear


"Motherfucker!"

It seemed to ring through the entire lab.

Stein stared at his dropped toast placidly, blinking when he realized that it had fallen butter-side down. Another curse came from the bathroom, followed by a mighty, thunderous crash of multiple bath products, near none of which were his.

He really did want that toast. It had been a while since he'd dropped anything, too: having a surgeon's hands came in handy (and he does pride himself on the pun) in multiple ways. However, in his defense, such vulgarity was only common in his home when it was coming from him, and though he had conducted a myriad of experiments on himself, one to pitch his voice up so high was not on the list.

Marie, then. Before he knew it, he felt himself snort, making his way to the bathroom. The one and only time he'd heard her curse, it had been when she was fourteen, after someone got bubblegum in her hair and she threw them through a tree.

He thinks that, were she not in the shower, when he gently knocked against the door, calling out "You rang?", she'd likely throw him through the wall. His wall. Their wall.

Her squeak of "Weren't you asleep?" called out, and he listened in to yet another crash, a bottle of some sort likely having slipped from her fingers in her surprise. It was her fault for taking such long showers: he was certainly sleeping when she first stepped in, but after forty-five minutes, one would expect for their slumbering partner to have awakened to the glorious alarm of their pregnant partner singing Disney songs.

He assumed she hadn't wanted him to hear any of it, but, when what he said caught up to her, after she pieced together his rather brilliant joke, her frustrated cry of "Franken, for the love of-" was cut off by his chuckling.

Now, that he intended to be heard.