not doing wip weds game this week so instead for wednesday you get one (1) snippet of a wip:
Stratt pauses, turning slightly towards him to look him up and down. The guards walking alongside her stop and do the same. Heâs pretty sure he isnât imagining the way a couple of them put their hands on their weapons, but he tries not to let it visibly shake him.
âWhat do you want, Dr. Grace?â
âThatâs it? Youâre leaving?â
She shrugs. âAt the school, you said there were thousands of people more qualified than you. Iâll go get one of them.â
âButâBut what about me?â
âAre you appealing to my sense of sentimentality?â Stratt turns fully towards him then, her eyebrows arched just so into an expression of disbelief. âI donât have time for that. I donât have time for ego. You know what I have time for, Dr. Grace? Dozens of heads of state and university presidents, begging me for samples for their labs. Each of them will only get three or four cells as is.â
âI can do more for you than them.â Iâm your soulmate! he thinks incredulously. Or at least, sheâs his soulmate.
âYes! IâmâI have research experience no one else does. You said itâeveryone knew I could have led the field of astrobiology if I hadnât left. No one else is like me. No one else has the models of novel lifeforms that I do.â
âI can recreate your expertise elsewhere. You have been out of the field for some time. I can shape another scientist to be what I want.â
Oh, god, sheâs going to make him beg. Grace squirms. He wants this. Itâs embarrassing how much he wants this, but he does.
âIâGod, Stratt. I want to be on the project. I want to work with Astrophage. I want toâI want to help the world.â He takes a deep breath. âPlease, let me stay on the project.â
Her hairline is a high aspiration but her eyebrows are reaching for the stars.
âI left you three cells.â
Graceâs stomach flips immediately. He can stayâoh, god, he can stay. This is the most important thing heâll ever do.
Then her words catch up to him.
She left him three cells.
She already left him Astrophage! He didnât have to beg at all! She just let him do that for fun!
âThree cells,â he repeats, a little flat. She tips her head to the side, briefly, a sharp movement of equivocation.
âPlus the one you killed.â
Oh, god, he hates her. Grace groans and puts his hands over his face, and heâd swear he sees the corner of her mouth raise in a mean little smirk.
âWhyâd you let me talk so long?â He moans through his fingers. She huffsâhe thinks itâs a laugh. Itâs not fair for it to be such a nice sound when itâs at his expense like that.
âYou seemed like you needed to get it off your chest,â she says, and tosses him something. He catches it. Itâs his Earth beanbag. She freaking nicked it. âGet to work, Dr. Grace. Iâll leave the lab up. Now that youâve promised me you can give me what no one else can, I expect results.â
Without waiting for an answer, she turns, ducks into the SUV (someone opens the darn door for her!), and is driven off.