Dr. Ackles and Subject 7321 aka Jared Chapter 1 or 5
Chapter 1. Jared. Jensen’s Pov.
“Do you ever relax?”
I look up from my papers towards a giant tank. “What do you think I’m doing right now?” I ask, ruffling the papers in my hand.
“Reading Jeff’s stuff.” I roll my eyes. “From what you’ve taught me so far, the outside of it says ‘subject 6436’ so I’m guessing it’s about me.”
I put the papers back into their folder and set them on the desk beside me. “Yeah I was just reading about how ‘Misha the Merman doesn’t know when to shut up, so we need to find a way to surgically keep his mouth shut’.” I say, looking him straight in the eye.
He huffs and lays his head down on his folded arms. “Is this what Jeff was telling me about; hor mones?” He asks, saying ‘hormones’ as two words.
My eyes widen and I sit up straighter. “Jeff’s teaching you how to mock a pregnant man?” I ask and he laughs.
“He’s just giving me new material; I’ve been mocking you for a long time.”
I grumble as I lean back in my chair, bringing my hands up to my bulging stomach. “Oh my god.”
“You brought this upon yourself when you passed out and fell into my tank.”
“That was five months ago!” I look back up to see him giving me a smug look. “Why did we teach you English again?”
“Because you llloooovvvveee me.”
“In times like these, I question it.”
He barks out another laugh before sinking back down below the surface of the water.
If you would have told me four years ago that I’d be talking to an annoying merman in a tank, I would have laughed in your face and called you crazy, but now, nothing surprises me anymore.
I work for a government agency called N.O.C. aka New Origins Corporation. No one knows about us because…well…because if anyone found out what we did, they’d either think we were all crazy people who studied aliens or something, or they would try to hunt down the things we studied for horrible, selfish human reasons.
We study creatures that people only hear about in stories: Merpeople, griffins, people with wings, gargoyles, centaurs…things that have purposefully stayed hidden from humans for their own protection.
I don’t like working here; hell I didn’t want to in the first place. I was working as an assistant at a small University in Texas studying marine life when some people in monkey suites came to talk to me. They said that they’ve been following my work for a while and that they wanted me to become a part of their team. They didn’t tell me a lot about what the job entailed, but with the promise of moving out of Texas, getting paid triple my current salary and getting a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’, I couldn’t refuse. After that, they had me sign all sorts of legal documents, flew me up to Washington and bada bing bada boom, I was in a lab face-to-face with a gargoyle.
I tried to leave, not liking the idea of studying these creatures, but the government had me by my fucking balls. My boss, Mark Pellegrino, told me in ‘nice’ terms that if I tried to back out, then I’d be on the governments shit list for the rest of my life, aka prison, horrible record, never be able to work again, and all that shit. After that I had a panic attack in the women’s bathroom (yeah, tried to make it to the men’s but that didn’t work out).
“Jensen?”
I practically jump out of my chair at the voice behind me. “Fuck Jeff!” I say, trying to calm my breathing down.
He gives me a guilty look as he walks away from the door. “I didn’t realize you were still in here.” He says, sitting down at his desk. “Are you ok?” he asks, waving at my hand rubbing circles over my stomach.
“Yeah, my girl just doesn’t like it when her dad practically shits his pants.”
He chuckles. “Well you wouldn’t have that problem if you’d take time off.”
I roll my eyes. “Or I could work here, and take time off after I have my kid.” He looks me in the eye and his smile drops a little. “You know how Mark is; he already got pissed when I told him I was pregnant, I don’t want to test his patience anymore.” He nods his head and takes the folder I was looking at earlier. “And besides; I have three months of vacation and sick days saved up. I’m planning on using two of those up for paternity leave, then have a month left for emergencies and sick days.”
He nods his head. “Well, we’ve been really slow lately; I don’t think we’ll be getting anybody new in before you get time off.” I nod my head. “So what did you think?” he asks, lifting the folder slightly.
“His tail is healing nicely,” I say, pointing towards the x-rays. “I think you’re right about the physical therapy thing.”
Jeffery Morgan, one of the few good guys here. He was tricked into this whole mess kind of like I was, but instead of trying to get out like I did, he decided to take a bad thing and turn it into a good thing. He teaches every creature he comes in contact with English, how to read, hell even math and history of the world. He also tries to make sure they are all 100% physically ok. Take Misha for example. When he came here seven months ago, his tail was fucked up from a shark attack, so Jeff decided to do all he could to fix it. Now, two surgeries later and with a little physical therapy, he should be as good as any other Merperson out there.
When I got here, Jeff was my mentor; he realized that I was like him so he taught me all he knows, and ever since, I try to help all of the creatures assigned to me.
“Right, but what am I supposed to do?” he asks. “I mean, what type of exercises are good for tails?”
I’m about to open my mouth when there is a knock at the door.
“Jeff, is Jensen with… oh there you are.” Jim Beaver, the other good scientist at N.O.C, gives me a small smile as he enters the room, gently closing the door behind him. As he walks over to us, I notice a folder in his hands.
“What file is that?” Jeff asks, leaning back in his chair.
Jim sits on the desk and sighs. “So, I tried to get Mark to listen to me…” he trails off, setting the folder in front of me.
“But, he said that since I’m going to be taking two months off, I should work my ass off to make up for it, right?” I ask, and he nods.
“That’s shit bull,” I hear Misha say from behind me, and I roll my eyes as I reach forward to grab the folder.
“Bullshit, buddy,” Jeff says calmly as I open the file.
“Wait, there’s nothing in here; they usually have something like ‘centaur, male’ and whether it’s injured or not.”
“So, here’s the thing; no one’s ever seen one of these before.” Jim says, and Jeff growls.
“So, Mark is willing to risk Jensen, who’s thirty one weeks pregnant, with something no one knows anything about?” Jim nods his head. “Fuck!”
“Jeff, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down Jensen! That man is so fucking stupid!”
“Out of all the creatures I’ve interacted with, only three have hurt me.”
“Yeah, and with those, we were expecting it, so you were able to protect yourself. This? We have no fucking idea.” I give him a look and he sighs.
“So, when is it coming?” I ask Jim, turning my head to look at him.
“In about three minutes.” He dead pans and my eyes widen.
“What?!?”
“I’ve been looking for you for a while.”
I push myself out of my chair and I mumble curses under my breath.
“I’m coming with you.” Jeff says, taking Misha’s file and locking it in his top desk drawer. “I want to make sure this isn’t something that’s gonna attack you.” I nod my head. “Jim can you--” he’s cut off.
“Feed Mr. Picky vegetarian over there? Sure,” he says with a small smile.
“Thanks.” And with that, we walk out of the room and down the hall to lab 219, my room.
“So, what could this thing possibly be?” I ask, trying to practically sprint down the hall but failing.
“I don’t know, but you need to promise me something,” Jeff says, grabbing onto my arm to stop me from moving. “If that thing tries to attack you, I want you to get the fuck out of there and let either me or Jim handle it. I don’t give a fuck what Mark says, you and the baby are more important than what he wants.”
I roll my eyes and nod; a small smile making its way onto my face. “I promise mother.” He fake growls at me, but smiles none the less.
As we turn the corner, I see that my office door is already wide open; causing me to move faster towards the open door. As we get closer, I hear the guards in my lab talking.
“Did it hit you?” The guard I like to call ‘blonde thug number one’ asks.
“No; I was able to grab onto its…tail thing before it could reach my head.” As I hear the reply, I step into my office. I see a large greenish brown snake tail thrashing around, and the upper body of the creature wrapped in a bag.
“What the hell did you do?!?” I practically screech, causing the two guards to jerk back in surprise before turning to face me. “Did you two just throw the thing in there? And why the fuck is there a bag over its head?”
Blond number one steps up. “It woke up in transit so we decided to give it something to calm down.”
“That still doesn’t tell me why there’s a god damn bag over its head!” I look over the guards shoulder to see the creature continuing to struggle, and a pang of guilt hits me.
“Usually the drugs knock them out, but the creature was still awake; we thought that would calm it down.” This, right here, is why I hate these guards. Why Mark even decided to let them transport creatures to the labs, I’ll never know, but if a scientist would have done it, they would have treated them like a human being and not put a fucking burlap sack over their heads!
“If you put a fucking burlap sack over my head right now, would I be calm?” I ask them, but before they can answer, the creature is finally able to escape the bag and I lose my train of thought once I see the very human, and very manly, looking upper body.
The creature looks similar to a snake version of Misha; it’s green/brown snake like body making its way up towards his waist, before molding in to sun-tanned skin. The creature is large, around six and a half feet tall, and well built: chiseled chest, muscle ripped arms, and a honest to god six back. His upper body, along with his face, look like any other human being…but before I can continue that train of thought, my mind pulls me out of my ‘scientist analyzing his subject’ frame of mind to the scene laying out in front of me.
The Snake…man…thing drags its gaze up from the ground to look at us and hisses; bringing his hands up towards the glass to bang on it. The two guards make to take a step forward but I stop them.
“What the fuck to do you think you’re doing! Don’t you see he’s scared?!?” I place myself between the glass wall and the guards. “You did your job; leave.” The blond haired guard turns his head to look towards Jeff.
“You heard the man,” Jeff insists.
The hissing stops, and I look towards the glass to see the Snake Man looking right at me. “Leave quickly.” I say one last time. The blond rolls his eyes at the other, but they leave the room a few second later; closing the door with a slam behind them. Without the threat of the guards, I’m finally able to get a closer look at the creature; my eyes honing in on his shoulder. “He’s hurt.” I mutter to myself, rushing towards the supply closet to grab the first aid kit.
“Jensen, what the fuck are you doing?” Jeff asks, stepping towards the door keeping the creature in his enclosed room.
“Look at his shoulder.” I say, forcing Jeff to turn around. He hisses sympathetically at the sight and reaches towards me to hand him the supplies in my hand. “You’re not going in there.” I say, and he scoffs.
“You saw how he reacted to the guards; he’ll hurt you!” the creature hisses at Jeff’s raised tone, and I quickly shush him.
“Shut up.” I whisper, waiting for Jeff to calm down. “Can’t you tell he’s scared? If I was in his situation, I’d be scared of those guards to.” Jeff looks back towards the cell and sighs, nodding his head. “I know you’re worried about me, but let me try something ok?” I ask. Jeff turns to face me and looks me straight in the eye. “If it tries to attack me, I’ll let you take over.”
He doesn’t look happy about what I’m saying, but nods. “I’m staying in the room.”
I roll my eyes. “By my desk.” He looks like he wants to protest, but I shake my head before he can respond. He huffs but moves towards the desk, leaving me alone with the creature. I step up towards the cell slowly, trying to look as non-threating as possible.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you ok?” I say quietly, raising my free hand in an ‘I surrender’ gesture. The creature looks at me with hard hazel eyes, moving his uninjured arm to touch the glass. “You’re hurt,” I say, pointing to his bloody shoulder. “I can help make that better, but I need to get a closer look.” His eyes shift to the first aid kit in my hand. “Do you understand me?” I ask, surprised when he nods his head in response. I shoot Jeff a wide eyes look, and he quickly grabs the empty file to record this information. I take a step closer to the door. “Will you let me come in?” I ask. The creature gives me a calculating look, but after a few moments he slithers backwards. I take a deep breath and place my hand on the doorknob, giving Jeff one more glance before slowly opening the door.
“Be careful.” Jeff says as he takes a step closer; wanting to keep me in his line of sight with this new creature. I nod my head and slowly make my way into the cell.
Once I close the door behind me and walk further into the room, placing my free hand protectively on my protruding stomach. The creature watches me closely; following my every move to prepare himself in case I attack him. I stop about four feet into the room, and take a deep breath. As I watch him for a moment, I realize that moving towards him would be a bad idea, so I decide to make him come to me. I lower myself to the ground slowly, grunting as I fall onto my ass due to my humongous stomach knocking me off kilter. I decide to let him make the next move; not wanting him to feel threatened and attack me.
We sit there silently for several minutes; his eyes never leaving me as I gently rub circles into my stomach, trying to calm my little girl down. After a while, he begins to move towards me, obviously seeing that I am not a threat to him. He stops about two feet in front of me as I move so I’m on my knees.
“Can I see your shoulder?” I ask quietly, slowly bringing my hands up. He moves closer to me so I can touch his arm. As I lightly touch the warm skin around the bloody gash, the creature hisses in pain, causing me to fall backwards.
“Jensen!” Jeff calls, and I quickly throw my hand back to stop him from barging into the room.
“I’m fine,” I say as I sit back up. “I….” I trail off as the creature moves closer, reaching out a large hand and gently placing it on the outward curve of my stomach. My breath hitches as he opens his mouth.
“Baby?” The creature asks with a deep voice. I nod my head, too shocked to say anything. I look over my shoulder for a moment to see Jeff’s wide eyes staring at the two of us. I look back towards the snake man just as my little girl gives an impressive kick towards the foreign hand, causing me to groan in pain. The creature’s eyes widen as he looks towards his hand on my stomach.
“Ah…you speak English?” I ask, not knowing what else to say. The creature looks back up to my face and nods.
“Yesssss.” He answers as he slowly removes his hand.
“How…” I trail off.
“Not firsssst human I’ve met.” He answers, and in the back of my mind I make a mental note that his tongue looks exactly like a snake’s. “Jensssen?” he asks, taking his hand off of my stomach to point his finger about four inches away from my chest.
“Y-yeah…that’s me.” I answer, and he nods his head.
“Jared.” He says after a few minutes of silence.
“Your name is Jared?” he nods.
“Englissh name.” he looks me in the eye for another moment before turning his body, giving me full access to his shoulder.
“Are you sure?” I ask, gesturing to his injured arm.
His fork like tongue slithers out of his mouth quickly, wetting his lips, before he answers. “I…trussst you.” He says.
I nod my head, before slowly touching his shoulder again to test his reaction. He doesn’t hiss when I touch the tender wound so I take that as my cue to continue.
As I finish cleaning the wound, put in five stitches, and wrap bandage around his arm, I can’t help but think to myself, what the fuck am I getting myself into?
Onto Chapter 2: http://2people2.livejournal.com/12315.html
“Do you ever relax?”
I look up from my papers towards a giant tank. “What do you think I’m doing right now?” I ask, ruffling the papers in my hand.
“Reading Jeff’s stuff.” I roll my eyes. “From what you’ve taught me so far, the outside of it says ‘subject 6436’ so I’m guessing it’s about me.”
I put the papers back into their folder and set them on the desk beside me. “Yeah I was just reading about how ‘Misha the Merman doesn’t know when to shut up, so we need to find a way to surgically keep his mouth shut’.” I say, looking him straight in the eye.
He huffs and lays his head down on his folded arms. “Is this what Jeff was telling me about; hor mones?” He asks, saying ‘hormones’ as two words.
My eyes widen and I sit up straighter. “Jeff’s teaching you how to mock a pregnant man?” I ask and he laughs.
“He’s just giving me new material; I’ve been mocking you for a long time.”
I grumble as I lean back in my chair, bringing my hands up to my bulging stomach. “Oh my god.”
“You brought this upon yourself when you passed out and fell into my tank.”
“That was five months ago!” I look back up to see him giving me a smug look. “Why did we teach you English again?”
“Because you llloooovvvveee me.”
“In times like these, I question it.”
He barks out another laugh before sinking back down below the surface of the water.
If you would have told me four years ago that I’d be talking to an annoying merman in a tank, I would have laughed in your face and called you crazy, but now, nothing surprises me anymore.
I work for a government agency called N.O.C. aka New Origins Corporation. No one knows about us because…well…because if anyone found out what we did, they’d either think we were all crazy people who studied aliens or something, or they would try to hunt down the things we studied for horrible, selfish human reasons.
We study creatures that people only hear about in stories: Merpeople, griffins, people with wings, gargoyles, centaurs…things that have purposefully stayed hidden from humans for their own protection.
I don’t like working here; hell I didn’t want to in the first place. I was working as an assistant at a small University in Texas studying marine life when some people in monkey suites came to talk to me. They said that they’ve been following my work for a while and that they wanted me to become a part of their team. They didn’t tell me a lot about what the job entailed, but with the promise of moving out of Texas, getting paid triple my current salary and getting a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’, I couldn’t refuse. After that, they had me sign all sorts of legal documents, flew me up to Washington and bada bing bada boom, I was in a lab face-to-face with a gargoyle.
I tried to leave, not liking the idea of studying these creatures, but the government had me by my fucking balls. My boss, Mark Pellegrino, told me in ‘nice’ terms that if I tried to back out, then I’d be on the governments shit list for the rest of my life, aka prison, horrible record, never be able to work again, and all that shit. After that I had a panic attack in the women’s bathroom (yeah, tried to make it to the men’s but that didn’t work out).
“Jensen?”
I practically jump out of my chair at the voice behind me. “Fuck Jeff!” I say, trying to calm my breathing down.
He gives me a guilty look as he walks away from the door. “I didn’t realize you were still in here.” He says, sitting down at his desk. “Are you ok?” he asks, waving at my hand rubbing circles over my stomach.
“Yeah, my girl just doesn’t like it when her dad practically shits his pants.”
He chuckles. “Well you wouldn’t have that problem if you’d take time off.”
I roll my eyes. “Or I could work here, and take time off after I have my kid.” He looks me in the eye and his smile drops a little. “You know how Mark is; he already got pissed when I told him I was pregnant, I don’t want to test his patience anymore.” He nods his head and takes the folder I was looking at earlier. “And besides; I have three months of vacation and sick days saved up. I’m planning on using two of those up for paternity leave, then have a month left for emergencies and sick days.”
He nods his head. “Well, we’ve been really slow lately; I don’t think we’ll be getting anybody new in before you get time off.” I nod my head. “So what did you think?” he asks, lifting the folder slightly.
“His tail is healing nicely,” I say, pointing towards the x-rays. “I think you’re right about the physical therapy thing.”
Jeffery Morgan, one of the few good guys here. He was tricked into this whole mess kind of like I was, but instead of trying to get out like I did, he decided to take a bad thing and turn it into a good thing. He teaches every creature he comes in contact with English, how to read, hell even math and history of the world. He also tries to make sure they are all 100% physically ok. Take Misha for example. When he came here seven months ago, his tail was fucked up from a shark attack, so Jeff decided to do all he could to fix it. Now, two surgeries later and with a little physical therapy, he should be as good as any other Merperson out there.
When I got here, Jeff was my mentor; he realized that I was like him so he taught me all he knows, and ever since, I try to help all of the creatures assigned to me.
“Right, but what am I supposed to do?” he asks. “I mean, what type of exercises are good for tails?”
I’m about to open my mouth when there is a knock at the door.
“Jeff, is Jensen with… oh there you are.” Jim Beaver, the other good scientist at N.O.C, gives me a small smile as he enters the room, gently closing the door behind him. As he walks over to us, I notice a folder in his hands.
“What file is that?” Jeff asks, leaning back in his chair.
Jim sits on the desk and sighs. “So, I tried to get Mark to listen to me…” he trails off, setting the folder in front of me.
“But, he said that since I’m going to be taking two months off, I should work my ass off to make up for it, right?” I ask, and he nods.
“That’s shit bull,” I hear Misha say from behind me, and I roll my eyes as I reach forward to grab the folder.
“Bullshit, buddy,” Jeff says calmly as I open the file.
“Wait, there’s nothing in here; they usually have something like ‘centaur, male’ and whether it’s injured or not.”
“So, here’s the thing; no one’s ever seen one of these before.” Jim says, and Jeff growls.
“So, Mark is willing to risk Jensen, who’s thirty one weeks pregnant, with something no one knows anything about?” Jim nods his head. “Fuck!”
“Jeff, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down Jensen! That man is so fucking stupid!”
“Out of all the creatures I’ve interacted with, only three have hurt me.”
“Yeah, and with those, we were expecting it, so you were able to protect yourself. This? We have no fucking idea.” I give him a look and he sighs.
“So, when is it coming?” I ask Jim, turning my head to look at him.
“In about three minutes.” He dead pans and my eyes widen.
“What?!?”
“I’ve been looking for you for a while.”
I push myself out of my chair and I mumble curses under my breath.
“I’m coming with you.” Jeff says, taking Misha’s file and locking it in his top desk drawer. “I want to make sure this isn’t something that’s gonna attack you.” I nod my head. “Jim can you--” he’s cut off.
“Feed Mr. Picky vegetarian over there? Sure,” he says with a small smile.
“Thanks.” And with that, we walk out of the room and down the hall to lab 219, my room.
“So, what could this thing possibly be?” I ask, trying to practically sprint down the hall but failing.
“I don’t know, but you need to promise me something,” Jeff says, grabbing onto my arm to stop me from moving. “If that thing tries to attack you, I want you to get the fuck out of there and let either me or Jim handle it. I don’t give a fuck what Mark says, you and the baby are more important than what he wants.”
I roll my eyes and nod; a small smile making its way onto my face. “I promise mother.” He fake growls at me, but smiles none the less.
As we turn the corner, I see that my office door is already wide open; causing me to move faster towards the open door. As we get closer, I hear the guards in my lab talking.
“Did it hit you?” The guard I like to call ‘blonde thug number one’ asks.
“No; I was able to grab onto its…tail thing before it could reach my head.” As I hear the reply, I step into my office. I see a large greenish brown snake tail thrashing around, and the upper body of the creature wrapped in a bag.
“What the hell did you do?!?” I practically screech, causing the two guards to jerk back in surprise before turning to face me. “Did you two just throw the thing in there? And why the fuck is there a bag over its head?”
Blond number one steps up. “It woke up in transit so we decided to give it something to calm down.”
“That still doesn’t tell me why there’s a god damn bag over its head!” I look over the guards shoulder to see the creature continuing to struggle, and a pang of guilt hits me.
“Usually the drugs knock them out, but the creature was still awake; we thought that would calm it down.” This, right here, is why I hate these guards. Why Mark even decided to let them transport creatures to the labs, I’ll never know, but if a scientist would have done it, they would have treated them like a human being and not put a fucking burlap sack over their heads!
“If you put a fucking burlap sack over my head right now, would I be calm?” I ask them, but before they can answer, the creature is finally able to escape the bag and I lose my train of thought once I see the very human, and very manly, looking upper body.
The creature looks similar to a snake version of Misha; it’s green/brown snake like body making its way up towards his waist, before molding in to sun-tanned skin. The creature is large, around six and a half feet tall, and well built: chiseled chest, muscle ripped arms, and a honest to god six back. His upper body, along with his face, look like any other human being…but before I can continue that train of thought, my mind pulls me out of my ‘scientist analyzing his subject’ frame of mind to the scene laying out in front of me.
The Snake…man…thing drags its gaze up from the ground to look at us and hisses; bringing his hands up towards the glass to bang on it. The two guards make to take a step forward but I stop them.
“What the fuck to do you think you’re doing! Don’t you see he’s scared?!?” I place myself between the glass wall and the guards. “You did your job; leave.” The blond haired guard turns his head to look towards Jeff.
“You heard the man,” Jeff insists.
The hissing stops, and I look towards the glass to see the Snake Man looking right at me. “Leave quickly.” I say one last time. The blond rolls his eyes at the other, but they leave the room a few second later; closing the door with a slam behind them. Without the threat of the guards, I’m finally able to get a closer look at the creature; my eyes honing in on his shoulder. “He’s hurt.” I mutter to myself, rushing towards the supply closet to grab the first aid kit.
“Jensen, what the fuck are you doing?” Jeff asks, stepping towards the door keeping the creature in his enclosed room.
“Look at his shoulder.” I say, forcing Jeff to turn around. He hisses sympathetically at the sight and reaches towards me to hand him the supplies in my hand. “You’re not going in there.” I say, and he scoffs.
“You saw how he reacted to the guards; he’ll hurt you!” the creature hisses at Jeff’s raised tone, and I quickly shush him.
“Shut up.” I whisper, waiting for Jeff to calm down. “Can’t you tell he’s scared? If I was in his situation, I’d be scared of those guards to.” Jeff looks back towards the cell and sighs, nodding his head. “I know you’re worried about me, but let me try something ok?” I ask. Jeff turns to face me and looks me straight in the eye. “If it tries to attack me, I’ll let you take over.”
He doesn’t look happy about what I’m saying, but nods. “I’m staying in the room.”
I roll my eyes. “By my desk.” He looks like he wants to protest, but I shake my head before he can respond. He huffs but moves towards the desk, leaving me alone with the creature. I step up towards the cell slowly, trying to look as non-threating as possible.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you ok?” I say quietly, raising my free hand in an ‘I surrender’ gesture. The creature looks at me with hard hazel eyes, moving his uninjured arm to touch the glass. “You’re hurt,” I say, pointing to his bloody shoulder. “I can help make that better, but I need to get a closer look.” His eyes shift to the first aid kit in my hand. “Do you understand me?” I ask, surprised when he nods his head in response. I shoot Jeff a wide eyes look, and he quickly grabs the empty file to record this information. I take a step closer to the door. “Will you let me come in?” I ask. The creature gives me a calculating look, but after a few moments he slithers backwards. I take a deep breath and place my hand on the doorknob, giving Jeff one more glance before slowly opening the door.
“Be careful.” Jeff says as he takes a step closer; wanting to keep me in his line of sight with this new creature. I nod my head and slowly make my way into the cell.
Once I close the door behind me and walk further into the room, placing my free hand protectively on my protruding stomach. The creature watches me closely; following my every move to prepare himself in case I attack him. I stop about four feet into the room, and take a deep breath. As I watch him for a moment, I realize that moving towards him would be a bad idea, so I decide to make him come to me. I lower myself to the ground slowly, grunting as I fall onto my ass due to my humongous stomach knocking me off kilter. I decide to let him make the next move; not wanting him to feel threatened and attack me.
We sit there silently for several minutes; his eyes never leaving me as I gently rub circles into my stomach, trying to calm my little girl down. After a while, he begins to move towards me, obviously seeing that I am not a threat to him. He stops about two feet in front of me as I move so I’m on my knees.
“Can I see your shoulder?” I ask quietly, slowly bringing my hands up. He moves closer to me so I can touch his arm. As I lightly touch the warm skin around the bloody gash, the creature hisses in pain, causing me to fall backwards.
“Jensen!” Jeff calls, and I quickly throw my hand back to stop him from barging into the room.
“I’m fine,” I say as I sit back up. “I….” I trail off as the creature moves closer, reaching out a large hand and gently placing it on the outward curve of my stomach. My breath hitches as he opens his mouth.
“Baby?” The creature asks with a deep voice. I nod my head, too shocked to say anything. I look over my shoulder for a moment to see Jeff’s wide eyes staring at the two of us. I look back towards the snake man just as my little girl gives an impressive kick towards the foreign hand, causing me to groan in pain. The creature’s eyes widen as he looks towards his hand on my stomach.
“Ah…you speak English?” I ask, not knowing what else to say. The creature looks back up to my face and nods.
“Yesssss.” He answers as he slowly removes his hand.
“How…” I trail off.
“Not firsssst human I’ve met.” He answers, and in the back of my mind I make a mental note that his tongue looks exactly like a snake’s. “Jensssen?” he asks, taking his hand off of my stomach to point his finger about four inches away from my chest.
“Y-yeah…that’s me.” I answer, and he nods his head.
“Jared.” He says after a few minutes of silence.
“Your name is Jared?” he nods.
“Englissh name.” he looks me in the eye for another moment before turning his body, giving me full access to his shoulder.
“Are you sure?” I ask, gesturing to his injured arm.
His fork like tongue slithers out of his mouth quickly, wetting his lips, before he answers. “I…trussst you.” He says.
I nod my head, before slowly touching his shoulder again to test his reaction. He doesn’t hiss when I touch the tender wound so I take that as my cue to continue.
As I finish cleaning the wound, put in five stitches, and wrap bandage around his arm, I can’t help but think to myself, what the fuck am I getting myself into?
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