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popslash_lollipopsIf it isn't too much trouble, some nice um.... Nick/JC would be great... er. Geekyness. AU. Chemistry. projects and wanks. I hope that isn't too hard or... heh.
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JC/Nick AU 1/4?
Date: 2005-09-02 11:22 pm (UTC)Nick walked through the middle section of lab benches and coughed, the smell of organic solvent strong enough to drop a horse. The introductory class clearly hadn’t learned yet that volatile liquids meant working in the hoods. Not to mention the fact that no one needed twenty milliliters of diethyl ether for one extraction. Nick could feel a headache starting already and passed gratefully from the beginner’s lab benches to the empty lab benches set aside for the advanced students. He made a beeline for the large, new glovebox, hardly pausing to set his bag down. JC wasn’t there, of course, but neither was John-the-TA-from-hell, and neither was anyone else. Nick counted that as a win. He checked the hundred-degree oven, and started loading the dried glassware into the small vacuum-compartment on the glovebox.
Nick was purging the glovebox when JC arrived, slamming his bag down on the table in the hall, and rushing around the corner at a run.
“Oh, hey,” JC said, grabbing gloves from the bin. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late, man, I had an exam in Biochem that went over.” The hollow of his neck shone with sweat, because the undergrad teaching labs were four flights up and didn’t have air conditioning. Nick had a quick, brief urge to lean over and lick it away, and stomped on it hard.
JC/Nick AU 2/4?
Date: 2005-09-02 11:23 pm (UTC)“What are we up to today?” JC asked, flipping to a clean page in his lab notebook.
“Dude,” Nick said. “Goggles. You know that asshole John will just try and dock you points on lab technique if you don’t wear them.” JC frowned and got out his goggles, putting them on reluctantly.
“Fucking loser,” JC muttered, scrawling the date and title of the experiment at the top of his notebook, and Nick nodded.
“We’re reducing the molybdenum pentachloride,” Nick said. “And, dude, dawg, don’t you read the lab manual? We talked about this yesterday.”
“I just forgot,” JC said. “Talking about anything not related to the glycolysis pathway is, like, so impressive right now, you have no idea. You want me to do the glovebox work?” he asked, switching gears.
Nick hesitated, and JC laughed at the obvious agony of decision-making on Nick’s face. Working in the glovebox was annoying, meticulous work, but not working in the glovebox meant praying that JC didn’t knock something over. “I guess I’ll take the first stretch,” Nick muttered, and picked up a pair of flimsy white cotton gloves. “You set up the cold well.”
“Where is the trust?” JC asked, a smile lurking around the corners of his eyes. He patted Nick on the shoulder and wandered away. He returned immediately, grabbing the insulated jug for liquid nitrogen before disappearing around the corner again.
“You stop doing that, maybe I’ll find my trust,” Nick yelled, and shook his head. He noticed that he was rubbing at his shoulder, the white cotton gloves rough under his fingertips, and dropped his hand. Fucking JC. Beautiful like a picture in a magazine, pretty in a way Nick hadn’t thought he’d ever see in real life, while Nick stumbled over his feet, and tried not to look at JC more than he had to. Mostly he was too busy to think much about the sharp, defined line of JC’s cheekbone, or the curve of his chest under his tight t-shirts.
Nick slid his fingers into the thick black plastic gloves that stuck out like sentries from the front of the glovebox and pushed in smoothly, reaching up inside the glovebox until his hands pushed to the edge of the glove.
JC/Nick AU 3/4
Date: 2005-09-02 11:24 pm (UTC)“You don’t know? Nicky, Nicky, I’m disappointed in you.”
“I hate that name,” Nick said, and swore as he tried to separate one plastic weigh-boat from the stack using fingers that were twice their normal size and half their normal dexterity.
“Five grams,” JC said, and stood over his shoulder breathing down his neck, while he measured out the white powder.
“Tin powder?” Nick asked, and JC said, “Um.” Nick sighed. “We’re using four molar equivalents, remember? We decided this last time.” Nick glanced over his shoulder.
JC leafed through his notebook, and said, “Hang on, let me just work that out,” and Nick sighed again.
“I’ve got it in mine, just read out the number on the top page.”
JC didn’t say anything for a moment, and then said stiffly, “Eight and a half grams.”
They didn’t say much after that, Nick asking for the next step in the synthesis, and JC reading from the lab manual.
Four hours later the molybdenum catalyst had been filtered, massed, transferred to a Schlenk tube and evacuated, and painstakingly put in the cold box at one end of the glovebox. Nick wiped his sweaty face on his sleeve and rolled his shoulders before easing out of the rubber gloves. He was too tall, and constantly had to hunch down to get level with what he was working on. The glovebox was obviously made for midgets. He pulled the damp, sweaty cotton liner gloves off his hands and tossed them on the black lab bench, in the litter of other abandoned liner gloves.
JC scrawled a line in his notebook, then looked up and grinned at Nick. “We done good today,” he said. “Come Monday, we’ll just need to run a couple NMRs, crack that baby open, and we’ll be free, free, free at last.” He seemed to have forgotten that he was mad at Nick, and Nick, running on the high of having successfully completed a lab day that hadn’t ended in disaster, wasn’t eager to remind him.
Nick couldn’t help saying, “Free, except for the data analysis, chalktalk, and, oh yeah, trying to avoid the TA of doom.”
“John kind of likes me,” JC said thoughtfully.
Nick snorted. “He thinks you’re pretty, and you flirt with him.” The sentence dropped into the silent room like a rock hitting a pond, and Nick blushed immediately. He hated the way he blushed.
JC/Nick AU 4/4
Date: 2005-09-02 11:25 pm (UTC)“No,” Nick stammered. He grabbed his notebook off the lab bench and scrubbed his hand through his hair.
“So, what,” JC said. “You wouldn’t want me to do this?” He took a step forward, his eyes stormy blue. Nick couldn’t look away. He put his hand on Nick’s neck, and his palm burned fiery hot against Nick’s skin.
“What—“ Nick said, and didn’t recognize his own voice, wavering and high.
“You wouldn’t want me to do this?” JC whispered, and kissed him, mouth open and hot against Nick’s. Nick’s back hit the plexiglass window of the glovebox, cool through his shirt. His mouth opened, and suddenly they were kissing for real, liquid heat, and Nick could feel blood rising on his cheeks, and the silken texture of JC’s skin under his fingertips where he had his hand fisted in the collar of JC’s shirt. His notebook dropped to the dirty cement floor, pages fluttering to the ground.
JC eased back after a long, timeless moment, leaving Nick panting against the side of the glovebox, head spinning.
“Fuck,” Nick said breathlessly, because he hadn’t seen this coming, not in a million years.
JC touched Nick’s flushed cheek and smiled. “Now you’re pretty too,” and Nick blushed harder. “I’ll email you over the weekend,” JC said, and leaned forward, brushing his lips casually over Nick’s. He grabbed his notebook off the bench and sauntered away.
Nick let his head bang back against the window. “Fuck,” he said again. He reached down and adjusted his hard-on in his jeans, then turned around.
Three grey-smeared glass frits, beakers, and erlenmeyers stared back at him from the glovebox. JC had gotten out of cleaning the glassware.
Fucking JC.
Re: JC/Nick AU 4/4
Date: 2005-09-02 11:49 pm (UTC)Re: JC/Nick AU 4/4
Date: 2005-09-03 04:38 am (UTC)I've actually got it all put together in my livejournal here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/joyfulseeker/54892.html), if that's more convenient for your memories.
Re: JC/Nick AU 4/4
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