"Hey".

I jumped and quickly spun around, managing to knock over a few chemicals in the process and spill them all over the floor. 

"Shit," I yelled, running to grab some paper towels. Well, I say running... It was more like stumbling. 

"Oh my god..." Bree breathed, watching as I carefully moped up the spillage. "I'm so sorry! I honestly didn't mean to scare you like that!" 

"I-- it's fine," I stuttered, attentively picking the shards of glass off the floor. 

"Here, I'll do it," Bree offered. 

I didn't have time to protest, as she had already sped around the room, cleaning up my mess. 

"OK then," I said, taking a small step back. "I'll have to hire you to do my cleaning as well". 

I tried not to make it sound too forced, but its hard to act as another person - especially if they're a hell of a lot older than you. Plus, I had always failed in drama, something I really regret now. 

Thankfully, she laughed. 

"Yeah, never going to happen," she replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

I smiled back before looking down at my feet. 

"Oh crap, you're bleeding". 

I quickly looked up, giving her a confused look, before noticing her concern was directed towards my left hand. I glanced down at it, the colour almost draining from my face once I noticed the blood slowly drip onto the floor off my index finger. 

Bree quickly grabbed my arm, inspecting the wound. 

"Um, hang on a sec," she muttered. "I'll be right back". 

"Huh?" 

The only answer I received was a gust of wind and an empty room. A second later, Bree reappeared with a medical-kit tucked under her arm. 

Grabbing my arm with one hand and an anti-infective wipe in the other, she slowly got to work at cleaning the dried blood away. 

"Must've cut it when I knocked the tubes over," I said to no one in particular. 

Bree grunted a response, too indulged in fussing over me like a mother. She shortly finished dabbing my hand and got to work at wrapping a bandage around it, sealing it off with a piece of medical tape, and stepped back to admire her work. 

"Thanks," I mumbled, shoving my newly-bandaged hand into my jeans pocket. 

"Any time". 

We stood there in silence for a moment, neither of us entirely sure what to say next. 

"So, Gavin," Bree finally said, breaking the awkward silence. "You've been here for a day now and I still know nothing about you, yet you know practically everything about me". 

"Uh," I started, unsure how to respond to that without sounding like a stalker. "I kinda need to know everything about you if I work for your dad. Y'know, since you're bionic and I'm helping out with new enhancements to your chips". 
In the words of Adam, saved it. 

"Well, I guess you do have a pretty good reason then. Regardless, I like to get to know Mr Davenport's lab assistants before I start trusting them".

I shrugged, knowing she was referring to the incident with Marcus a few years ago. "Fair enough". 

She grinned. 

"C'mon, let's go to the mall". 

"The mall?"

"Yeah! There's awesome cafés there. Plus, from what I understand, you need new clothes". 

"You figure?" 

She nodded. "You're still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. Also, judging off that outfit, your fashion sense isn't the best". 

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly, looking down at my plaid shirt. "What's wrong with it?"

"Everything". 

I rolled my eyes.

"So, mall?" She prompted. 

I sighed. 

"Sure". 

***

"How do you even know the best shops for guys anyway?" I asked as Bree and I made our way out of another store, two more bags added to the large collection I was carrying. 

She tapped her nose. "A girl never tells". 

I laughed, rolling my eyes. 

"Oh, careful," Bree said quickly, watching as I dropped another bag. 

"Damn it," I muttered, bending down to try and pick up it up. Key word: try. 

"I've got it," she laughed as she casually bent down and picked up the Topman bag with ease, hanging it over her wrist. 

"Can we go and sit down?" I pleaded. 

She grinned. "God, you're as bad as Chase was". Her smile slowly faded at the mention of my name. 

I quickly looked around, trying to find something to take her mind off of it. 

"There's a Starbucks just over there," I said, nodding in the direction of the café. 

She nodded, and made her way over to the empty coffee shop. 

"You sit down out here, I'll order us some drinks. Latte?"

I nodded, sitting down at the nearest table as directed. I closed my eyes and sighed, rubbing my aching arms. How the hell did girls manage to do this without complaint!? God, they must be fit... 

I quickly opened my eyes again at the sound of the chair opposite me being sat down in.

"Right, Mr Fowler," Bree said, passing the coffee cup to me. "Tell me your life story". 

I laughed a took a sip of my drink, stalling so that I could think about what I was going to tell her about my fake life. 

"Well, there's really not much to tell". 

"Oh come on, there must be something interesting about you!" She prompted.

If only you knew...

"Um, well I was born in Virginia as an only child. I studied at MIT and have understandings in anthropology, cellular biology, computer sciences, and nanotechnology. But, thats basically all to tell".

"But that's all things I can find from the internet. Tell me about your personal life".

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colour. Things like that". 

I bit my lip, deciding on my better judgment to take small aspects of my past life and combining them with whatever the hell pops into my head. "Well, I've always been good at video games and computers".

"That's a start. What else?"

"Swimming. I really like swimming". Total lie. "I also like creative writing and Doctor Who". 

"Doctor Who?"

"Something wrong with that?"

"No," she shrugged. "I mean, you look pretty nerdy, but not that level of nerdy".

I laughed. "I still haven't told you about my love for X-Files and Star Wars". 

"Oh, wow. You definitely fit into the nerd category." 

"Strong is the force with this one". 

Bree laughed, almost on the verge of tears. She quickly calmed herself, wiping a tear from her eye.

"So, where are your parents now?" She asked. 

I down looked at my coffee cup, remembering what Leo told me about my 'parents'. Good thing about having superior intelligence, it also means you have rapid recollection, which basically means I can remember everything I see, smell, hear or touch instantaneously. 

"Both of my parents died in a car crash when I was nineteen" I said slowly, hoping that I was convincing. 

"Oh, god. Gavin, I-- I'm so sorry. I didn't know..."

"It's fine," I said, forcing a smile. "It was six years ago, so I've kinda gotten used to it".

"I know what its like to have a close family member pass without warning," she said quietly. 

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Anyway," I said after a moment, clearing my throat. "Enough of the depressing tales. We should probably head back, before Mr Davenport has a fit".

"It'll probably be Tasha having the fit," Bree laughed.

I grinned. 

Maybe this new body experience wouldn't be so bad after all. 

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Merry Christmas everyone!! :D

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Hope you all have an amazing Christmas, 

Emmy :)