YES! It is the return of "The Alien Symbiote Made Me Do It"! I'm am sorry for the wait, I got caught up with "If Desires Were Galleons", my Harry Potter drabble request fic. I also started doing a collab with Raylena Starrling called "Between Black and Red". It's an Eddie/Peter and secret-but-canon-male-character/Peter fic. If you haven't checked that out I recommend you do so. It's posted on my account.

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The Alien Symbiote Made Me Do It

Chapter Six – Studying The Bond

Peter's POV

Now I want you all to carefully picture this scene in your head: Eddie and I still in a lip lock but now looking over at the door leading out of Curt and Martha's personal office where said doctors were watching us, stunned into silence, while Gwen "OMG-you're-gay-for-Eddie?-That-is-so-HOT!" Stacy, who is also standing there, takes pictures of us. Do you see how this can be awkward, embarrassing, and completely annoying? Here I am enjoying my first kiss EVER and it's being completely ruined!

Why do these others have such differing reactions? the symbiote was asking me. The elder pair seem to be at a loss for words while the younger female seems to find the sight rather riveting. Curious.

I really didn't have the time or patience to respond so I just slowly parted my lips from Eddie's, cleared my throat, and said, "So…um, I guess you'll be wanting to start on those tests, huh?"

Gwen started laughing while the Connors' just nodded dumbly. I was just about to give Gwen the finger once the doctors had turned their backs when Eddie put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a placating smile. He knew just what to do to ease my anger.

Once we were all back out in the laboratory proper Martha directed me back to the exam table I had been sitting on earlier.

"Now," Martha said, "You mentioned that it had the ability to 'speak' to you using some kind of telepathy, right?"

I nodded in response, unsure of where she was going with this.

"Well then, we should start by monitoring the brain waves of both you and the symbiote. Communication through thought would certainly alter the normal flow of a human's brain waves." Martha Connors pulled up a small table with wheels to the side of the examination bed. The machine on top of the table looked like a printer with a 1'x1' monitor on top of it. There were also dozens of cords connected to the machine lying on the table; they ended in small pads. Martha then proceeded to stick half of the pad-ended cords to me, and the other half to the symbiote on my calf. She then flipped some switched, pushed some buttons, and all of a sudden the monitor came to life.

The screen was divided in half so that one half was on top of the other. Both halves showed a single squiggly line that continuously moved. However, the lines didn't move in unison.

This device the others are using on the both of us, what is its purpose?

'It monitors brain activity. They're using it to see if our telepathic communications affect the way either of our brains work.'

Curious. Your species is extremely creative and resourceful.

I couldn't help put puff out my chest a bit. Now I'm not a self-centered, egotistical ass, but I never say "no" to a good 'ole ego-stroke.

Coming out of my little mental party I noticed that both Dr. Connors' as well as Eddie and Gwen were looking at me weirdly. You'd think I'd grown a third eyeball…I didn't, right?

"Um, Peter," Gwen said, "were you talking to the symbiote just then?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, it's just that…um-"

Eddie jumped in at that point and said, "When you were talking to it both of your brain waves started moving in unison."

"What do you mean?"

They mean that the bond between us as it is currently is evident to the outside world only when we communicate.

'Which means?'

We have only taken the first step. Our bond as it is currently is very one-sided. You will not obtain anything from me beyond my thoughts until we complete the bond. Only then will our brain waves sing in unison for-all-time.

'You mean permanently, not just when we're communicating.'

Precisely.

Again with the funny looks at me from the other humans in the room. I want it stated right now (on the record) that I hate being stared at like some carnival freak. Eddie seemed to sense my discomfort and sat right next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"What did it say?" he asked.

"Apparently," I said with a smile on my face at being held like this, "the current state of the bond between me and the symbiote is only the first step. When the final connection is made our brains will 'sing in unison for-all-time'; it's words."

"Is that such a wise idea," Gwen said, "completing this bond? You may still be at a stage where we can remove it. We can study it plenty as you and it are now."

"True, but the symbiote also said that until we complete the bond, our relationship will still be technically deemed 'parasitic' instead of 'symbiotic'," I replied.

Eddie's POV

Is it just me, or is Peter actually considering going through with this? No one knows what completing the bond would do to him mentally and physically. I mean, everything is fine as it is: the symbiote is attached to his leg and occupying a space of his leg the size of the palm of his hand. No big deal, right?

'But what is the symbiote feeding off of? All organisms have to consume energy. So what part of Peter is it consuming?'

I decided to voice my query, hoping the answer wasn't a bad one.

Peter grinned stupidly and said, "My positive emotions!"

…Okay, what?

Peter continued, "Apparently it feeds off of my happiness, joy, excitement, enthusiasm, and…um-" Peter started blushing and it didn't take me long to figure out why. Of course by then Gwen was giggling madly and both Dr. Connors' were covering their mouths with their hands to hide their chuckles.

"So I guess that Eddie here must look like an all-you-can-eat buffet to the symbiote," Gwen said between giggles. Yeah, not helping Gwen, your making Martha collapse from laughter.

After about three minutes of laughter Peter was disconnected from the machines and decided to start locking up for the night. It was a little past five in the afternoon by now. As the three of us walked out the door Gwen ran off waving goodbye at me and Peter, leaving the two us together…alone. Heaven was smiling down on me!

"So, uh…are you doing anything tonight?" I asked lamely.

Peter smiled and said, "Not really, I'll just need to give Aunt May a call if we decide to go anywhere."

"I was thinking maybe a bite to eat, I'll pay?"

"Peter grinned. "We'll call it a date."

Our first date!

To Be Continued