Gentlemen Scientists' Association (original) (raw)

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Henry Jekyll and: Romance
Rachel found her most excellent master staring silently at a small beetle-shaped brooch.
"Do you think this would make a good present from a friend?" he asked. Rachel looked over, looked down at her feather-duster, looked out behind her--the esteemed doctor never seemed to care whether she actually did her job, but Mr. Poole certainly did--and looked back upon the brooch. It wasn't the most exciting brooch she had ever seen. She didn't exactly have a trained eye for jewelery, but even she could tell that the thing was very plain. Plain but expensive--poor Jekyll, these sort of trinkets were made for people like him, having no money but tragically little taste in decorations.
"It's....nice," she said, having no reason to be critical. "I'm sure Mina will like it."
Dr. Jekyll nearly jumped out of his seat. "How did you know it was for her?" And then, "Did I tell you already? Did I? Sorry, I probably already did, didn't I?" Rachel replied in the negative. "Really? Oh. I um. Well. How did you know, again?"
The answer to that question was very simple. Rachel, as well as probably everyone, knew that Dr. Jekyll had been in love with Miss Mina Murray--soon to be Mrs. Mina Harker--a love that he had never actually acted on, for as long as Rachel had known him. "Dr. Jekyll, if you are really that fond of Miss Mina, you ought to tell her. Get it off your chest, you know."
"Oh, she knows," he said wearily, his eyes wide and looking off at some distant and frightening place. "I'm surprised that you don't know--that she knows--since everyone else knows. It's a very embarrassing story, her finding out. I hear it makes good gossip."
"Cheer up, sir, it can't be quite that bad." And then, before she could think about what she was saying, "Not nearly as bad as if she knew you murdered her father." His gaze refocused on her with a most pathetic look. He would probably have given her the same look if she had doused him with a full case of HJ7, and then set him on fire. "I mean it's a good thing," she said, unsuccessfully trying to repair matters. "Really, you've done a good job of keeping the whole Hyde thing under wraps."
Dr. Jekyll probably would have made some attempt at melting at that point had the door to the hallway not swung rudely open. It clanged rudely against the opposite wall--effectively pulling Jekyll out of his little trance--revealing a rudely glaring Griffin standing rudely in the doorway.
"I don't even have to ask what you're doing," he snorted disdainfully. "Taking a bloody nap while the rest of us are down working that stupid host club that we're only stuck doing because your stupid experiment had to go for a stupid joyride."
Rachel screwed up her lips into a sulk. She didn't like Griffin much. It was only because she had an amusing play on in her head that he and Jekyll were secret lovers that she could stand him.
"There's such a thing as paperwork, Griffin," said Dr. Jekyll, with a pained expression. "I don't suppose you've heard of it? It's useful, actually. Pay attention to it and you might actually get a proper job one of these days." Griffin muttered something along the lines of "rich bastard!" with Jekyll chose to ignore.
Rachel stood nodding silently. Good old master. Tell that little brat Griffin off (and never mind that his remarks were just as childish as the other's).

[/attempts to write Griffin!]