Doctor Addams: A Short Story
I stared blankly at the swinging door where Doctor Addams once stood, my mind going into overdrive. What the hell had I gotten myself into, I thought- a slight smirk lighting up my face. I always did love an adventure, and man I was getting a free trip to NYC out of it, that’s not a bad deal! Also, there was a good chance that I’d get rid of my almost inevitable cancer, so that’s a definite plus.
Snapping out of my trance, I gasped. My taxi was coming in, looking at the clock on the wall, 6 minutes and counting. Shit. Scrambling around in my worn handbag- god I hated these things- I breathed the hugest sigh of relief when I realised my passport was already in there- things could’ve got complicated if not. Making my way out of the tiny room …show more content…
I’ll miss you like hell though, you ass.” he said lightly, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief- at least he was taking it well. “I suppose we’ll have to finish our little arrangement when you get back then…” I could genuinely see the smirk that was definitely on his face right now.
About a week ago, Jeff and I decided- while drunk- that we were both going to get a tattoo and the other decided what one you’d get. This wasn’t such a big deal for me, I had plenty of tats- a couple on my right arm’s shoulder and downwards, loads on my fingers and hands, and one which was, well, somewhere a bit more private and Jeff certainly did not know about. Jesus how much I regret that bloody tattoo. However, this would be his first tattoo and he was so excited to get one, I felt so bad.
I chuckled, “Yeah you’re not getting out of it that easily, believe me I have a good one lined up for you.” I could not face him to tell him that I might not see him again. Oh man this is hard.
“I look forward to it.” He replied casually. “Have fun with that long flight then, and I will see you soon Vi.”
“See you soon Jeff you dork.” I replied, never was good with goodbyes. I quickly hung up and put the phone down, facing the …show more content…
“We sure do get that a lot,” he replied with his American accent, “if you’d please come with me, I’ll show you to our plane.”
Our plane. Not ‘the plane’, but ‘our plane.’ Grinning, I picked up the pace and followed Coulson to a door which was heavily guarded. I eyed the guns on the men and women guarding the door beadily, damn they were impressive. But why on earth would something be so guarded? To say I was confused was an understatement.
Silently, Phil guided me down a corridor, which eventually sloped downwards and onto the runway. In front of me was the most beautiful jet I’d seen. Ever. It was black, sleek looking very important and expensive. I like.
“Wow. Tell me this is our ride.” I said to Coulson, voice dripping in amazement. He nodded with a smile.
“It’s brilliant isn’t it, one of my favourites. Could never pass up an opportunity to fly in it!” He replied smoothly, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, probably amusement at my expression. I couldn’t help it. I’d gone from microwave pasta every night, to this.
Snapping out of my trance, I gasped. My taxi was coming in, looking at the clock on the wall, 6 minutes and counting. Shit. Scrambling around in my worn handbag- god I hated these things- I breathed the hugest sigh of relief when I realised my passport was already in there- things could’ve got complicated if not. Making my way out of the tiny room …show more content…
I’ll miss you like hell though, you ass.” he said lightly, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief- at least he was taking it well. “I suppose we’ll have to finish our little arrangement when you get back then…” I could genuinely see the smirk that was definitely on his face right now.
About a week ago, Jeff and I decided- while drunk- that we were both going to get a tattoo and the other decided what one you’d get. This wasn’t such a big deal for me, I had plenty of tats- a couple on my right arm’s shoulder and downwards, loads on my fingers and hands, and one which was, well, somewhere a bit more private and Jeff certainly did not know about. Jesus how much I regret that bloody tattoo. However, this would be his first tattoo and he was so excited to get one, I felt so bad.
I chuckled, “Yeah you’re not getting out of it that easily, believe me I have a good one lined up for you.” I could not face him to tell him that I might not see him again. Oh man this is hard.
“I look forward to it.” He replied casually. “Have fun with that long flight then, and I will see you soon Vi.”
“See you soon Jeff you dork.” I replied, never was good with goodbyes. I quickly hung up and put the phone down, facing the …show more content…
“We sure do get that a lot,” he replied with his American accent, “if you’d please come with me, I’ll show you to our plane.”
Our plane. Not ‘the plane’, but ‘our plane.’ Grinning, I picked up the pace and followed Coulson to a door which was heavily guarded. I eyed the guns on the men and women guarding the door beadily, damn they were impressive. But why on earth would something be so guarded? To say I was confused was an understatement.
Silently, Phil guided me down a corridor, which eventually sloped downwards and onto the runway. In front of me was the most beautiful jet I’d seen. Ever. It was black, sleek looking very important and expensive. I like.
“Wow. Tell me this is our ride.” I said to Coulson, voice dripping in amazement. He nodded with a smile.
“It’s brilliant isn’t it, one of my favourites. Could never pass up an opportunity to fly in it!” He replied smoothly, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, probably amusement at my expression. I couldn’t help it. I’d gone from microwave pasta every night, to this.