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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes


Theodore yawned and fought the urge to rub his eyes, gas mask covering his face and making the movement futile. The spores of a few experimental fungi had just detached and filled the air, too small to be noticed by the naked eye and dangerous in that its properties were unknown. All the botanist knew was that it could knock a fully grown adult out, and that was enough to warrant caution.

He had sent Ziggy an email warning him, as soon as the blonde had noticed the 'shrooms doing their thing, but with the time being what it was the chances that the explosives expert would see it weren't very high.

Ah well. All Theodore could do was leave out an extra mask and hope that the spores were only sedatives and nothing worse.
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Theodore, caught up in his work as always and ready to fall asleep, had managed to take a full 30 minutes to get his gloves off, juggle his phone, forget what he was going to send Ziggy, and then get distracted on a brain trail that had already derailed off to thoughts of what time it was and wait what was he doing again? Right.

So, effective as you might imagine, it took Theodore by surprise when he found his colleague passed out on his back. Theo quickly came to his knees, pressing his ear against the man's chest and making sure he wasn't concussed. Merely unconscious, Ziggy's breath was soft as his chest slowly rose and fell.

It took him a bit to find the coffee spilled and cooled in a puddle next to Ziggy, soaking into his shirt.

"!@#$! Sigmund!" he gasped, going quickly to grab a rag, "How did you manage to make it all the way to the coffee maker? Must be less potent than I thought..."

Stuffing the rag under Ziggy's side and hoping it would sop up the mess for now, he quickly went into the hall to make sure the doors were sealed. When all was safe, he grabbed a disposable surgeon's mask, and went back inside. He could see a little better this way, and didn't taste any spores. Well, that was good. But why had the spores weakened? Were his specimens aware of their entrapment?

Wait, Ziggy!

Theo rushed back to his colleague's side, and found that the white shirt he was wearing was probably ruined. "Maybe I can clean it out?" Theo mused. He slowly began to unbutton Ziggy's overshirt, surprised to find that there wasn't anything under it today.

"Sigmund, please don't wake up," Theo begged, a little embarrassed, "I just don't want you to be all sticky later, honest."

Though his sleep-addled brain couldn't help but notice how soft the skin was under his fingers. He didn't mean to keep brushing, but a sudden groan from the man laying beneath him brought his attention back. When he looked down, he found his hands dangerously close to Ziggy's belt-line, caressing the skin there as he moved.

"How interesting..." he began.

Little did he know, he was affecting the events unfolding in Ziggy's dreaming mind.
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