A Crack in Her Plans

This story is about a girl named Emma traveling through different worlds. She does this because the lives of her family members rely on her. Along the theoretical road, Emma meets some unlikely characters that she thought were only stories...


12. Spiders Aren't Supposed To Wear Latex (Part 4)

The two walk down the plain, white, uninteresting hallway. Then only thing that made the hallway was the glass floor, the dozens of doors, and the very attractive evil doer (whom Emma has to continue to remind herself is holding her uncle hostage) standing in front of her. Harry stops at the end of the hall, in front of a seemingly strong door. It was very hightec, like the doors with eye scanners and what not. He pulls out a card, sliding it through a mechanism before punching in a few codes.

Emma shoves her hands in her back pockets, looking down at the worker ants scurrying around and doing their jobs. She sighs, pulling he hair into a messy bun before looking up at Harry who was watching her. He backs up, smirking, "Ladies first." He motions for her to enter, but she just stays where she was.

"Then I'm guessing you should go first." Emma crosses her arms over her chest and Harry chuckles.

"Your humor amuses me." Harry walks in, Emma following shortly behind.

"Isn't that what humor is supposed to do?" She mutters, looking around the room. It was large, quite large actually. The room was a lab filled with graduated cylinders, burners, and many other chemicals. Emma walks forward, awe written all over her face. "Woah..." There was a hologram projector in the middle of the room.

Harry watches her, examining her emotions. He smiles slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. She was... Different from his expectations. Harry expected the 22 year old to be easily wooed and won over. What he thought was partly true. The girl was more interested in the laboratory then she was in him.

Emma looks back at Harry, examining him. "Even though you were already injected with the venom and you became the Green Goblin you still want to find a cure." She walks around the projector, leaning on it, "is it for future generations or what?" Emma finds a roller-chair, sitting down on it and crossing her legs.

Harry shrugs, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. That was the first time Emma noticed what he was wearing. A black suit, white shirt, and black tie. A lot more formal than what Emma would have thought he would wear to meet her. "Possibly..." He slowly walks around the projector, looking around. "It may be because I don't want my kids, if I have any, to become like me. If I can find a cure than this gene won't be passed on and I can make sure that they can live as normal a life as possible."

Harry stops, standing in front of her and looking down. She stares back up at him, looking into his blue eyes. "I'll pay you as much as you want. Just, please, find a cure." Harry pulls his hands out of his pockets and placing them on the arm rests of her chair.

Emma sighs, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, "I don't want your money." That was mostly true, she wanted him to back up because she met this man about ten minutes ago and she would rather not be arrested for assault.

His face turns serious, standing up straight, "everyone wants my money. What makes you any different?" He leans against a table, examining a test tube full of strange liquid.

Emma sighs, watching him. "Well, your disease is known as Retroviral Hypodisplasia. Judging by the name it is a retrovirus that takes over the cells nucleus, causing the cell to make the virus instead of doing it's intended function. For example, AIDS is a retrovirus. It attacks the immune system." She stands up, using her hands for emphasize. "Hypodisplasia is when something didn't form right. So, the retrovirus is causing your skin to turn green and deformed. So, it is slowly causing all your cells to do that and the more your skin turns green the more your immune system is attacked. So, slowly, over time, your cells would subcumb to the virus and your body would fall apart. You would get sick, you would die from that sickness and even if you survived you would become brittle and fragile. You could break from a single tap on the back." Her arms begin to fly around, her words becoming serious and worried and sad and all around intense. She walks around and Harry stands up, walking over and standing in front of her.

Harry takes her by the shoulders, causing her to stand still before letting her go. "How do you know all this?" He asks, staring at her strangely.

Emma shrugs, "it's stuff you learn in chemistry. I mean, I majored in sciences and maths." Harry stares down at her, seemingly taller even though they were the same height.

"You are... Very strange." He backs away, sitting down and watching her, "so, tell me what you can do."

Emma shrugs, looking around. "I would need to be able to target the virus, making something that attacks it and targets the virus. It would need to make it so that the good cells reproduce the the contaminated cells diminish." She sits down as well, clasping her hands together and resting her chin on her hands, "it would also have to strengthen your immune system and make it so that the medicine wouldn't kill you." Harry nods.

"What do you need?" He asks, and she shrugs.

"Unlimited supplies. Blood. Samples. Test subjects with the same condition." She sighs, "more than 6 days." She says quietly, "I also need you to let my uncle go... Even if I don't succeed." She watches Harry who stares back at her.

He nods, "fine, but you have to actually try. I want to see results in two days. Even if they aren't good." Emma nods and stands along with Harry. "You will be working here. Guards will stand outside to make sure you don't leave, understood?"

Emma nods, staying silent. He nods, "I'll give you the samples and supplies. I will also need something from you though." Harry takes a step closer to her and leans forward, whispering something. She nods slightly before he pulls back and smirks at her, walking out of the room.

Emma walks over to a counter, standing there and looking around. She finds some goggles, gloves, and a lab coat, putting them on before getting to work. After about an hour of making random concoctions with certain chemicals the first blood samples come along. She enters the information about Harry into the computers before doing some more research.

The chemicals reacted with the blood either by increasing the speed of the virus or by completely destroying the sample. Emma was beginning to get frustrated. She did a bit of research in things that are used to slow down retroviruses before combining chemicals and examining their effects. After about three hours it was around one in the morning and she was extremely tiring.

Emma yawns, deciding to rest her eyes just for a few minutes. She lays her head down on the counter, falling asleep. Later, she was awoken by a light tap on her shoulder. Her eyes flutter open and she looks around, yawning and stretching. Sun was shining through the windows. She didn't remember leaving the curtains open.

"Morning sunshine. Sleep well?" Emma spins around, falling out of her chair and onto her backside. She hears a light chuckle before a hand reaches out to her and helps her up. "Well, at least one of us did." Harry was standing there in quite normal clothes, gray v-neck and black baggy jeans. She takes his hand, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in her lab coat.

"I... I only meant to rest for a few minutes..." She looked truly confused and Harry just chuckled at her expression. Emma removes her lab coat, tossing it onto the back of her chair before letting down her hair. It was decently long, it hung between her shoulder blades and was quite fluffy due to lack of care. She notices Harry staring and raises and eyebrow, "what?"

"Oh, please, take off more. I don't mind." He smirks and Emma rolls her eyes. "But, if you want to take a shower I guess I can allow it. I'll just have to keep you under surveillance." Harry smirks, watching her.

She examines him, walking over and leaning down, staring him straight in the eyes, "you haven't had a good nights rest since you got out of the loony bin. The voices in your head don't help either. Your hate for Spider-Man fuels your rage even though that rage is unneeded since he isn't really a problem. You're also sexually frustrated which is causing you to be a complete dick." Emma begins to stand up, but he grabs her wrists, pulling her back down, placing her hands on the arm rests.

"And what are you going to do about these problems? Make me forget? Slip me some pills to get me to sleep? Make the voices stop their shouting?!" His voice slowly begins to raise and the grip on her wrists tighten. She winches, watching as his skin slowly becomes greener and his eyes change color.

"Harry, stop! You're hurting me!" Emma didn't like pleading, but there wasn't much she could do. He stares at her and she stares back. The green of his skin slowly begins to fade and his eyes turn blue again. "Harry... You have to relax..." His grip loosens and she pulls her hand out of his grip, lightly touching his cheek.

His heart begins to race, but not in the normal way when he got mad or distraught. He pulls her closer, bringing his face up to hers. His face gets close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. Emma flinches, pressing her forehead against his. "Harry... I can't... Not now... We just met and... I'm sorry..." She pulls away, sitting back down in her chair.

She runs a hand through her hair and sighing. "I'm working on finding a solution to your problem. I can make a concoction to make you sleep better and the voices chill, but I'm not letting you overdose so you would need to get the meds from me every day." She stares down at her hands, hearing him stand up.

"Alright... If you want a shower ask one of the guards. I'm leaving." Harry walks towards the door, chatting with the guards before walking away. Emma watches him go, sighing and getting back to work, trying to forget what just happened.

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