Back to Life - Part 2
Title: Back to Life - Part 2/6
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior. No one does!
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun's quiet, peaceful life is about to get seriously interrupted
Author's Note: OK so does it count that this is no longer a ficlet? Cos...I am still writing? LOL
Author's note 2: Dedicated to arashi_nana :)
Part 1
Zhou Mi immediately claimed a desk Kyuhyun had been using to store old files and his external hard drives, and began setting up camp like a trooper. He chattered nearly endlessly about how excited he was to start helping out, and how this had been his dream since being a kid.
“I’ve always wanted to solve mysteries, you know?” he said exuberantly. “Except I know it’s not that easy…it’s all this really tough, clinical, hands on kinda stuff that I love too. So I’m excited to finally be here!”
Kyuhyun bit down on his tongue to keep from demanding that Zhou Mi shut up. It was difficult to concentrate, and Kyuhyun felt like Choi Siwon had done this on purpose. He recalled a conversation he had had with the director nearly three weeks ago.
“Kyuhyun-ah, you’re going to burn yourself out. You spend nearly every waking hour down there with….well….with dead people. You need a lab tech to help you out, and the cases are piling up. You’re damn good but you’re not Superman. I’m going to get you a lab tech whether you want one or not.”
“I’m fine.” Kyuhyun had tried to sound calm, but it was irritating to be told he needed help when he knew he didn’t. “I’m doing just fine, I don’t need a lab tech.”
“We’ll see.” Siwon had said dismissively, and Kyuhyun had pushed it out of his mind. Now he wanted to go quietly murder and dissect Siwon for foisting this noisy lab tech on him.
As soon as Zhou Mi had finished setting up his desk (complete with state of the art laptop, pictures of his dog, and a rather alarmingly huge plant that dripped down the side of the desk to trail lightly on the floor), he turned and announced that he was finished. Kyuhyun turned to eye the monstrous plant and frowned yet again. The sight of something so large and….green in his morgue made Kyuhyun twitch.
“Kui Xian, are you all right?” Zhou Mi asked, pulling Kyuhyun out of his temporary shock and alarm at the two very alive things in front of him.
“What?” Kyuhyun said, distracted at the odd sound of a name that was his and yet not his.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Zhou Mi apologized hastily. “My Chinese….slips out sometimes.” He blushed. “Are you all right? You look a little pale.”
Kyuhyun began to wonder if his face was going to freeze into a permanent frown around this man. “No, I am fine. But if you’re here to be my lab assistant, then perhaps you can do…oh, I don’t know….some work?” he said, his voice ringing with sarcasm.
Zhou Mi jumped up, a smile on his face that completely negated the satisfaction from Kyuhyun’s retort. “Great! I’ll just go get a lab coat and wash my hands and I’ll start in.”
“Good. The stack of files and lab slips are there.” Kyuhyun pointed. “Let me know if you need me to show you where things are.”
Zhou Mi nodded and sprang up out of his chair and danced away gracefully, making Kyuhyun stare after him. He made a mental note to throttle Siwon. Instead of indulging in homicide, he turned back to the body on the table and began his examination.
Nearly an hour later, just as the quiet had settled back into the room and Kyuhyun was face first in his microscope, he heard an odd sound. He straightened up and looked around, shocked that he had momentarily forgotten that someone was also down here who was alive. He glanced over at Zhou Mi to see that his new lab tech was scanning files on the computer, his eyes darting from side to side. His face was illuminated by the computer screen, and he was singing.
Singing?
Kyuhyun glared at him for a solid 30 seconds, but Zhou Mi did not notice the icy stare. Instead he continued singing to himself, and if Kyuhyun had not been irritated by it, he would have had to concede that Zhou Mi’s singing was fairly good. But he was not about to do that. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly. After doing it another three times, Zhou Mi glanced up from his computer screen.
“Kui Xian, are you coming down with a cold? I have some cough drops if you’d like them…”
“NO!” Kyuhyun yelled, his patience finally stretched to the breaking point. “Stop singing!”
Zhou Mi’s eyes widened at the harsh tone, and then his whole energy changed. His shoulders slumped and the brightness in his eyes seemed to dull.
“I’m sorry, Kui Xian.” He said quietly. “I won’t sing anymore.”
Kyuhyun swallowed, alarmed at the sweeping sensation of guilt washing over him. What on earth was wrong with him? This was HIS lab. It wasn’t a karaoke bar! People shouldn’t be singing in the morgue for chrissakes! His face pinched as he fought with the unfamiliar emotions of shame and guilt. Zhou Mi returned to looking at the computer screen, and Kyuhyun could tell he was upset, but he had never in his life had to deal with this kind of thing.
“I’m sorry.” The words exited out of Kyuhyun’s mouth before he even knew he was saying them. But rather than leaving it at that, words continued to escape of their own volition. “I’m not used to having anyone else here with me who is…..well….alive.”
Zhou Mi looked up hesitantly, like a puppy that has been corrected and is wondering when it can untuck it’s tail. “Oh.” He said, and then he took a deep breath. Some of the tension dissipated when he smiled a little. “I won’t sing then.”
Kyuhyun nodded in silent thanks and turned back to his microscope. Nearly ten minutes later, he wondered why on earth the silence was so deafening.
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Part 3
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior. No one does!
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun's quiet, peaceful life is about to get seriously interrupted
Author's Note: OK so does it count that this is no longer a ficlet? Cos...I am still writing? LOL
Author's note 2: Dedicated to arashi_nana :)
Part 1
Zhou Mi immediately claimed a desk Kyuhyun had been using to store old files and his external hard drives, and began setting up camp like a trooper. He chattered nearly endlessly about how excited he was to start helping out, and how this had been his dream since being a kid.
“I’ve always wanted to solve mysteries, you know?” he said exuberantly. “Except I know it’s not that easy…it’s all this really tough, clinical, hands on kinda stuff that I love too. So I’m excited to finally be here!”
Kyuhyun bit down on his tongue to keep from demanding that Zhou Mi shut up. It was difficult to concentrate, and Kyuhyun felt like Choi Siwon had done this on purpose. He recalled a conversation he had had with the director nearly three weeks ago.
“Kyuhyun-ah, you’re going to burn yourself out. You spend nearly every waking hour down there with….well….with dead people. You need a lab tech to help you out, and the cases are piling up. You’re damn good but you’re not Superman. I’m going to get you a lab tech whether you want one or not.”
“I’m fine.” Kyuhyun had tried to sound calm, but it was irritating to be told he needed help when he knew he didn’t. “I’m doing just fine, I don’t need a lab tech.”
“We’ll see.” Siwon had said dismissively, and Kyuhyun had pushed it out of his mind. Now he wanted to go quietly murder and dissect Siwon for foisting this noisy lab tech on him.
As soon as Zhou Mi had finished setting up his desk (complete with state of the art laptop, pictures of his dog, and a rather alarmingly huge plant that dripped down the side of the desk to trail lightly on the floor), he turned and announced that he was finished. Kyuhyun turned to eye the monstrous plant and frowned yet again. The sight of something so large and….green in his morgue made Kyuhyun twitch.
“Kui Xian, are you all right?” Zhou Mi asked, pulling Kyuhyun out of his temporary shock and alarm at the two very alive things in front of him.
“What?” Kyuhyun said, distracted at the odd sound of a name that was his and yet not his.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Zhou Mi apologized hastily. “My Chinese….slips out sometimes.” He blushed. “Are you all right? You look a little pale.”
Kyuhyun began to wonder if his face was going to freeze into a permanent frown around this man. “No, I am fine. But if you’re here to be my lab assistant, then perhaps you can do…oh, I don’t know….some work?” he said, his voice ringing with sarcasm.
Zhou Mi jumped up, a smile on his face that completely negated the satisfaction from Kyuhyun’s retort. “Great! I’ll just go get a lab coat and wash my hands and I’ll start in.”
“Good. The stack of files and lab slips are there.” Kyuhyun pointed. “Let me know if you need me to show you where things are.”
Zhou Mi nodded and sprang up out of his chair and danced away gracefully, making Kyuhyun stare after him. He made a mental note to throttle Siwon. Instead of indulging in homicide, he turned back to the body on the table and began his examination.
Nearly an hour later, just as the quiet had settled back into the room and Kyuhyun was face first in his microscope, he heard an odd sound. He straightened up and looked around, shocked that he had momentarily forgotten that someone was also down here who was alive. He glanced over at Zhou Mi to see that his new lab tech was scanning files on the computer, his eyes darting from side to side. His face was illuminated by the computer screen, and he was singing.
Singing?
Kyuhyun glared at him for a solid 30 seconds, but Zhou Mi did not notice the icy stare. Instead he continued singing to himself, and if Kyuhyun had not been irritated by it, he would have had to concede that Zhou Mi’s singing was fairly good. But he was not about to do that. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly. After doing it another three times, Zhou Mi glanced up from his computer screen.
“Kui Xian, are you coming down with a cold? I have some cough drops if you’d like them…”
“NO!” Kyuhyun yelled, his patience finally stretched to the breaking point. “Stop singing!”
Zhou Mi’s eyes widened at the harsh tone, and then his whole energy changed. His shoulders slumped and the brightness in his eyes seemed to dull.
“I’m sorry, Kui Xian.” He said quietly. “I won’t sing anymore.”
Kyuhyun swallowed, alarmed at the sweeping sensation of guilt washing over him. What on earth was wrong with him? This was HIS lab. It wasn’t a karaoke bar! People shouldn’t be singing in the morgue for chrissakes! His face pinched as he fought with the unfamiliar emotions of shame and guilt. Zhou Mi returned to looking at the computer screen, and Kyuhyun could tell he was upset, but he had never in his life had to deal with this kind of thing.
“I’m sorry.” The words exited out of Kyuhyun’s mouth before he even knew he was saying them. But rather than leaving it at that, words continued to escape of their own volition. “I’m not used to having anyone else here with me who is…..well….alive.”
Zhou Mi looked up hesitantly, like a puppy that has been corrected and is wondering when it can untuck it’s tail. “Oh.” He said, and then he took a deep breath. Some of the tension dissipated when he smiled a little. “I won’t sing then.”
Kyuhyun nodded in silent thanks and turned back to his microscope. Nearly ten minutes later, he wondered why on earth the silence was so deafening.
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Part 3