Declan makes his way to the NOU campus, in search of his assistant, but
more importantly his best friend, Miranda.
Declan arrives at the campus and walks through the buildings corridors. He, almost instinctively, stops at the Science Lab. 'What's the bet she's in here?' he thought automatically before peering through the glass in the door. He didn't really need to stand on his tippy-toes, his height served him well. He spots Miranda in there, and taps loudly on the glass to get her attention.
Miranda slowly lifted her head as she heard tapping on the door. She was not at all surprised when she saw Declan with his face pressed up against the glass. It was quite a sight, (one she was used to) but still, she couldn't help smirking and laughing quietly to herself. She motioned with her hand for him to come in, after a wave of greeting.
Suddenly and abruptly he burst into the room with a huge smile on his face. Miranda went back to her experiment, while saying, "How did the case go? It was on Superheroes or something right? Did you prove anything?" She looked toward her friend. "Disprove anything?" She inquired trying to get a response, but Declan was too busy sniffing the air. Miranda noticed his expression turn sour. "Uggh!" he exclaimed, "What is that smell?!" He promptly covered his nose with his arm, inhaling the preferred scent of clean, shirt material. "Oh," Miranda sighed, "I've been in here that long, I stopped noticing the odour," she turned around, yet again, to face him. She wanted to get a good look at his reaction. "Yeah but what IS it?!" he repeated, his voice muffled by shirt. "It's my new perfume. You like?" She couldn't help cracking a joke. "Humph," came his reply. Miranda smiled largely and then went back to work.
She heard Declan's footsteps as he approached her and stopped by her side. He peered over his glasses to examine the concoction that was boiling gently on the Bunsen burner. "So." he breathed, "Whattcha doin`?" Miranda turned around to face him, "I wouldn't want to bore you with the details," she answered truthfully, taking into account his lack of knowledge about science, a great love of hers. "Oh." Declan made a lasting 'O' shape with his mouth. There was silence.
Miranda broke it by saying, "So how did it go?" "What go?" he was confused.
"The case you were investigating. Superheroes, remember?" she explained. "Oh yeah!" he suddenly remembered. "I wouldn't want to bore you with the details though Miranda," came his smug reply. She looked up at him, "Touché`." Declan looked satisfied with himself, and when he removed his sleeve that had become lodged in his nose slightly, it was shortly followed by an odd guttural noise. He quickly returned his arm across his face. Miranda laughed at his discomfort.
"I shall tell you about my case then," he concluded. Declan waited for Miranda's response but all she said was, "Awesome," half-heartedly, and returned to her experiment. Declan started to elaborate. "Okay so this guy named Bruce," "Bruce?" Miranda interrupted, for some reason she found the name to be funny. "Yeah, Bruce," he didn't seem perturbed in the slightest. "He likes this girl named Christy right? Well anyway he starts going to the gym," he paused to rub his eyes. "You know, impress the girl, all that." "Impress Christy," Miranda added thoughtfully. "Yeah impress Christy," he repeats. "So he builds his muscles, you know, really buffs up," he demonstrated this by flexing his arms. He stops abruptly and then hastily covers his nose. Miranda suppressed a giggle. "What?" Declan asked. "Oh nothing Declan, it's just that I can barely understand what you are saying," she answers while trying to pull his arm away from his face. He quickly yanks it back. "You're muffling your speech!" she cried in protest. "I'm sorry Miranda, but my arm stays put while I'm in here," he pats her on the shoulder with his free hand. "You're just going to have to bear with me."
Miranda sighed. She turned off the burner and gave Declan her undivided attention.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital..
"Thankyou again for coming to see me, Chuck," Peggy said her goodbyes to her patient, after his sessions end. "Okay, no problem," he muttered, his head bouncing up and down nervously.
Peggy went back to her desk, and slumped in her chair after Chuck had made an exit. 'I really should get back to my paperwork,' she thought. It had been a busy day, what with making the rounds in the morning and then Declan's unexpected, but welcomed visit. Peggy reflected on how she was actually glad for the interruption. She couldn't help but think to herself how close she, Declan and Miranda had become during the past year. This brought a smile to her face. 'If I hadn't of met Declan when I did, who knows where I would be today?' She thought for a moment and in her mind, answered her own question, 'The old, plain, boring Peggy Fowler.'
She looked down at the bottom corner of her jacket. The red reminded her of how she had changed since meeting Declan Dunn. She laughed brightly, then sat forward to finish her paperwork, now in good spirits.
Declan arrives at the campus and walks through the buildings corridors. He, almost instinctively, stops at the Science Lab. 'What's the bet she's in here?' he thought automatically before peering through the glass in the door. He didn't really need to stand on his tippy-toes, his height served him well. He spots Miranda in there, and taps loudly on the glass to get her attention.
Miranda slowly lifted her head as she heard tapping on the door. She was not at all surprised when she saw Declan with his face pressed up against the glass. It was quite a sight, (one she was used to) but still, she couldn't help smirking and laughing quietly to herself. She motioned with her hand for him to come in, after a wave of greeting.
Suddenly and abruptly he burst into the room with a huge smile on his face. Miranda went back to her experiment, while saying, "How did the case go? It was on Superheroes or something right? Did you prove anything?" She looked toward her friend. "Disprove anything?" She inquired trying to get a response, but Declan was too busy sniffing the air. Miranda noticed his expression turn sour. "Uggh!" he exclaimed, "What is that smell?!" He promptly covered his nose with his arm, inhaling the preferred scent of clean, shirt material. "Oh," Miranda sighed, "I've been in here that long, I stopped noticing the odour," she turned around, yet again, to face him. She wanted to get a good look at his reaction. "Yeah but what IS it?!" he repeated, his voice muffled by shirt. "It's my new perfume. You like?" She couldn't help cracking a joke. "Humph," came his reply. Miranda smiled largely and then went back to work.
She heard Declan's footsteps as he approached her and stopped by her side. He peered over his glasses to examine the concoction that was boiling gently on the Bunsen burner. "So." he breathed, "Whattcha doin`?" Miranda turned around to face him, "I wouldn't want to bore you with the details," she answered truthfully, taking into account his lack of knowledge about science, a great love of hers. "Oh." Declan made a lasting 'O' shape with his mouth. There was silence.
Miranda broke it by saying, "So how did it go?" "What go?" he was confused.
"The case you were investigating. Superheroes, remember?" she explained. "Oh yeah!" he suddenly remembered. "I wouldn't want to bore you with the details though Miranda," came his smug reply. She looked up at him, "Touché`." Declan looked satisfied with himself, and when he removed his sleeve that had become lodged in his nose slightly, it was shortly followed by an odd guttural noise. He quickly returned his arm across his face. Miranda laughed at his discomfort.
"I shall tell you about my case then," he concluded. Declan waited for Miranda's response but all she said was, "Awesome," half-heartedly, and returned to her experiment. Declan started to elaborate. "Okay so this guy named Bruce," "Bruce?" Miranda interrupted, for some reason she found the name to be funny. "Yeah, Bruce," he didn't seem perturbed in the slightest. "He likes this girl named Christy right? Well anyway he starts going to the gym," he paused to rub his eyes. "You know, impress the girl, all that." "Impress Christy," Miranda added thoughtfully. "Yeah impress Christy," he repeats. "So he builds his muscles, you know, really buffs up," he demonstrated this by flexing his arms. He stops abruptly and then hastily covers his nose. Miranda suppressed a giggle. "What?" Declan asked. "Oh nothing Declan, it's just that I can barely understand what you are saying," she answers while trying to pull his arm away from his face. He quickly yanks it back. "You're muffling your speech!" she cried in protest. "I'm sorry Miranda, but my arm stays put while I'm in here," he pats her on the shoulder with his free hand. "You're just going to have to bear with me."
Miranda sighed. She turned off the burner and gave Declan her undivided attention.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital..
"Thankyou again for coming to see me, Chuck," Peggy said her goodbyes to her patient, after his sessions end. "Okay, no problem," he muttered, his head bouncing up and down nervously.
Peggy went back to her desk, and slumped in her chair after Chuck had made an exit. 'I really should get back to my paperwork,' she thought. It had been a busy day, what with making the rounds in the morning and then Declan's unexpected, but welcomed visit. Peggy reflected on how she was actually glad for the interruption. She couldn't help but think to herself how close she, Declan and Miranda had become during the past year. This brought a smile to her face. 'If I hadn't of met Declan when I did, who knows where I would be today?' She thought for a moment and in her mind, answered her own question, 'The old, plain, boring Peggy Fowler.'
She looked down at the bottom corner of her jacket. The red reminded her of how she had changed since meeting Declan Dunn. She laughed brightly, then sat forward to finish her paperwork, now in good spirits.
