Things are really going to start picking up now. More about Rebecca and more about figuring out the cure. Hope you all enjoy this chapter.
"It starts with her." I nod in Rebecca's direction as I walk over to the file cabinet and grab three files.
"What do you mean?" Spencer asks, confusion evident in her tone."
"To create a vaccine is a really long process Spencer." I start, looking through the files.
"That didn't answer my question." I turn and see she's smiling.
"Sorry." I shake my head and smile back. "We need to study the virus so we can know how to vaccinate against it." I try to explain.
"And how exactly are you going to do that?" She questions with a raised brow.
"That's where she comes in." I point to Rebecca. "I'm gonna draw some of her blood and take some saliva to study."
"Ew." She makes a face then smiles.
"That's the process, Spencer." I smile at my girlfriend, moving closer to her. "I understand if you can't handle it though." I lean in close and whisper.
"Oh, I can handle it." She whispers back.
"What are we even talking about anymore?" I question her with a raised brow. My voice barely above a whisper.
"You tell me." She says, barely audible. Our lips a mere inches a part. I want to finish what to started earlier but right now I need to focus. I need to figure out how to save the world, how to fix this mess my family made.
I lean in a kiss her lips lightly, pulling away as quickly as I went it. She groans and looks at me. "Later I promise." She rolls her eyes and pulls away.
"I'm gonna let you get back to work, Ms. Davies, but we are sooooo finishing this later." She tells me and kisses my lips hard. When she pulls back I'm slightly out of breath. She smiles and walks out of the lab, swaying her hips in the process. I smirk at my retreating girlfriend.
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"Is there something you want to tell me?" Rebecca looks up from the folder she was writing in and asks. I'd been staring at her for the past hour, pretending to be spinning in my swivel chair but I haven't been able to take my eyes off her since my mom introduced us.
"Nope." I shake my head.
"Then maybe you should try keeping your eyes to yourself." She says and I can see the smile playing at her lips.
"I wasn't looking at you, I was looking behind you." I try and fail. That was clearly a lie.
She chuckles before saying, "Right." And then goes back to writing in the folder.
"What are you writing?" I ask, sitting up in the chair. Swiveling it around to face her.
"Things." Is all she says.
"What kinda things?" I ask after a moment. She huffs, then drops the pen she was writing with a looks up at me.
"Are you going to bother me all day?" She asks with a less than thrilled look on her face.
"Maybe." I shrug. "I have nothing else to do. My mom is off doing God knows what, so if I'm gonna be stuck in here all day I might as well-"
"Be quiet." She cuts me off.
"But-"
"No." She says shaking her head, picking up her pen again. "You should definitely be quiet because I have a ton of work to do and I can't do it with you asking me a million questions." She says, not looking at me.
"Well how about just one question then?" She drops her pen again and looks at me.
"One." She says and crosses her arms over her chest expectantly.
"Okay. What is someone so young doing working in this boring place?" I ask. She narrows her eyes at me before chuckling and turning back to her file.
"This boring place is gonna be where the cure for AIDS and Cancer are discovered. And I don't work here, I'm an intern."
"Why?" I ask.
"That's two questions." She says and looks at me. "And who said I was young?"
"How old are you?"
"That's three questions." She picks up the pen and starts writing again.
"Okay, one more question." I say with a smile. The mysteriousness that's dripping from her couldn't be more sexy.
"Fine." She turns to me and says.
"Are you single?" I ask smirking. I don't normally have a problem getting a girl, keeping them...that's where I lack experience.
"Sure." She nods and turns back to her folder.
"Wait, so does that mean I can-"
"You said one more, Ashley. You're not playing by your own rules." She smiles at me.
"Do I have a shot?" I ask bluntly, cause I mean come on. Who has time to beat around the bush these days.
"How old are you?" She asks me.
"Sixteen, but I'll be seventeen in-"
"No shot." She answers, cutting me off.
"Oh come on, that's not fair. My age means absolutely nothing." I try.
"It does when you're my bosses daughter and underage." She says without turning to me.
"So you're old?" I ask her with a smile. She tries to stop herself from doing the same. She drops her pen and turns her head slightly to look at me.
"I'm twenty-one, and you most definitely do not have a shot with me, Ashley." She smiles as she gathers up her things and walks out.
"We'll see about that." I yell after her.
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"Ashley." A voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"Huh?" I turn and see Angel standing in the doorway. "Oh, hey Angel." I greet her with a smile as she comes in and shuts the door behind her.
"Hey." She smiles back. "I um..." She pauses and looks at Rebecca who is trying to break free of her restraints. "I talked Kyla, she told me who that is." She thumbs in Rebecca's direction.
"Oh." Is all I say.
"Don't worry." She throws her hands up, shaking them. "I'm not gonna tell Spencer or anything, I just... I wanted you to know that if you ever needed to talk or anything, I'm here. I've been told I'm a great listener." She smiles for good measure.
"Thanks." I nod and return the smile.
"So..." She starts, sitting in the chair closest to me. "Did you want some help with all this? I was kinda a science geek in high school. Granted I didn't graduate or anything but Senior year you don't really learn anything anyways." She says and we both chuckle.
"True." I nod. "I'm not really sure where I'm even gonna start." I tell her honestly.
"Right." She nods.
"I mean, I know what I need to do but there's so many variables that come into play. I don't know how I'm even going to heat the virus at the temperature I need it to be to kill it."
"Doesn't a place like this have a back up generator system or something?"
Why didn't I think of that?
"It does, in the basement." I tell her.
"Well let's go down there, get it running and get started on making this cure." She says cheerfully.
"One problem." I say, realizing something.
"What?" She asks confused.
"That's the one place we haven't cleared. There were thousands of people who worked in this building. I'm sure hundreds stayed behind. The basement is where they would have fled if something was happening." I tell her.
"You're saying-"
"Yeah." I nod. "The basement is where we need to go but there's a possibility that it's flooded with walkers. Hundreds of them."
"Great." She says sarcastically.