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angelbroad · 2 years

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SPILLED COFFEE

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Relationship(s): Dr. Jack Bright/Lotus[fake Dr. Edith Feathers], Dr. Jack Bright/Dr. Edith Feathers

Characters: Dr. Jack Bright (SCP Foundation), Lotus[fake Dr Edith Feathers] (oc), other character(s) mentioned

Tags: hurt/comfort, comfort fic, dealing with grief, crying, bonding, implied relationships, Dr Bright needs a hug, dubious touching, nothing dirty, mild descriptions of violence, flowers, implied character death

Summary: Bright stumbles into Lotus in the hallway and it offers help despite not being asked to.

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Today was going to be a long day. Granted, it’s not like he could do anything fun within the Foundation’s reach anymore thanks to that ridiculously long list.

He was needed for an experiment later that day, so the best thing to do would be to just grab a hot beverage and wait the hours away. Maybe he could go and see Glass too.

He settled for coffee. He lightly blew on it for the hot liquid to become cold enough to drink as he walked merily down the mostly empty hallway. There wasn’t much commotion, suprisingly. Bright was used to the hallways of every building of the Foundation being flooded with researchers and guards, especially with him inside. But maybe he was overthinking things, he needed to find more ways to spend his time other than a cup of coffee. That very much unwelcome distraction came when he slightly sprinted around the corner, only to be met with someone else head first. Both him and the researcher fell to the ground, and the hot beverage was spilled all over the floor. “Ah dammit.” he said, only half-excited, “Now Gears will give me shit again for breaking another mug.”

The other figure got up first, and extended a hand to seemingly help him get up. Bright didn’t look up, and as he tucked on the hand for leverage, it detached from the figure’s body, with the vines that connected them being shown more clearly now. That accursed plant.

“Ah. Sorry.” the once-woman said in a jolly tone, the vines reconnecting the body parts back together with an uneasy squelching sound. Bright got up on his own, refusing to look at anything that wasn’t the spilled coffee on the floor.

The lotus expressed its apologies for the wasted beverage, but they knew that they wouldn’t give the man back his beverage by using only words. They started walking while dragging the red haired man down the hall by the sleeve of his labcoat, leaving him baffled. “What the hell are you doing?!” “I will make you coffee. Replace what was spilled.” the plant couldn’t form sentences properly, but they could still make their words have sense in them. They were walking to the break-room, one of them at least, with the flower leading and Jack reluctantly following the pull on his hand.

As they entered the relatively small room the male researcher took a seat on the table close to the kitchen counter, leaving the other entity to figure out the coffee machine by itself. Watching a plant in someone’s body trying to figure out how to use such simple things would be quite amusing, if that body wasn’t Edith’s. He stared at his hands on the table, toning everything else out. What had happened was, at some degree, predictable. So why did he feel such despair fill his heart? Is it perhaps because..he couldn’t tell his dearest friend his true feelings when she was still here?

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May 22nd, 2000. Bright and Feathers were heading toward the research area to assist in the SCP-Lotus study. Bright wasn’t sure what he was needed for, except maybe because he was bored and the O5 feared he might pull some antics. They weren’t wrong to assume that, really.

“The last host died about a week ago. We still don’t know if that thing is using the bodies it attaches to or if it’s just feeding off of them.” Edith sighed in annoyance. “Gee, thought you’d be more excited to get back to office!” Jack exclaimed, mimicking the way his friend walked. The dark haired woman tried containing her smile, only to give up and resort to giving him a nudge at the shoulder. She chuckled a little, before her hand reached to touch her left eye, concealed by an eyepatch, upon contact her brows furrowed a bit and her smile dissapeared.

Things had been difficult lately. Having to pluck your own eyeball out to prevent an infection wasn’t exactly ideal, though Feathers argued that for the Foundation it would be seen as just another Saturday, and Bright couldn’t really argue with that. Due to the injury, Edith was off-duty for a few weeks, returning to work only five days ago.

The Foundation is currently breathing down everyone’s necks to figure out exactly what this plant does. From the window overviewing the containment area, Feathers explained that the flower seems sentient enough to move around on its own upon sensing an open area from which it can enter the body of a host. Much like a previously discovered object, scp-035, it has the ability to scramble the host’s brain waves, seemingly altering them. This by its own wouldn’t be anything new, however this particular object kept the host’s body fresh throughout the period of about thirty days, continuously making changes in the brain before eventually causing the body of the host to rapidly decay and proceed to exit their body entirely. The way it functions is still a mystery to everyone.

Soon after, the D-Class for the next test had entered the containment area along with two researchers, including Edith Feathers, and five armed guards.

The D-Class received a wound in his gut, leaving a pathway for the object to enter the body. However, the flower was unmoving. Surprised, Feathers asked the other researcher to take notes. The other gave an affirming nod, while the latter stepped closer to the D-Class, and by extension closer to the flower. As she reached her hand toward the wounded man, the flower sprung to action, using its roots to leap into the air, and found ground in Feathers’ face. The amethyst eyed woman let out a surprised yelp as the object made contact. The guards rushed in to help, but the damage was already done. The vines and roots slipped underneath the eyepatch, finding home inside the hole where Edith’s left eye used to be.

Upon realizing what had happened, the guards escorted the other researcher out of the containment area, Bright watching in disbelief and horror as his friend let out a final gut-wrenching scream while holding onto her head, pulling out her black locks of hair, before finally falling to the ground limp.

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He was brought back to the present by a warm object making contact with his hands. It was a coffee mug, with a reddish-brown liquid inside. He looked up to see the lotus sitting beside him. “I think I figured it out!” it said excited, the vines from the flower pulling the limp mouth into a wide grin, and as the right eye closed he could just barely make out the thorns pulling the eyelid.

Not trusting what it had in store, Bright took a sniff of the liquid “This smells nothing like coffee. What did you put in here?” before the other got to respond, he got up to empty the contents of the mug into the sink. As he turned toward the coffee machine, he saw an open bottle of vinegar tipped over. “Did you...use vinegar to make coffee?” “Well, I saw Iceberg use vinegar for machine yesterday. So figured that is how coffee is made.” He knew this was supposed to be a dangerous entity, but 343 was it stupid. The only reason it was allowed to freely roam was because despite its possibly dangerous abilities, it was generally harmless.

He let out a groan and poured himself a glass of water, and then sat across from the other. He took a sip of the water and pointed at the glass. “This is what we use for coffee, not what you put in there. Iceberg was probably using it to clean the machine.” the vines contorted the mouth to an ‘o’ shape. He gave a sigh, figuring he didn’t have the courage to make another cup of coffee.

As they sat in silence, Bright begun reminiscing about the past. It was just Edith, Simon, and himself, almost an inseperable bunch. She used to make the best coffee for all of them, and she treated Jack more like an actual human instead of just another anomallous entity. A hand touched his own, startling him. It was the lotus. He gave an annoyed sound before seeing the confused expression on the thing’s face. “You are sad.” He turned away to ask the next question, “Why do you care if I am?” “Former cared about you, a lot.” it said pointing at itself, Bright finally turning to look at it.

There was a small pause before the flower continued. “When I go inside host’s brain, I can see the memories, feelings. This one...cared a lot about you. And I feel sad too.” Jack stared at the form in front of him, unable to believe what he was hearing. “What...what do you mean?” he asked. It looked down as it spoke, “Took away loved one. An important person.” it lifted its head back and got up, “But I want to help.” the red haired man could only stare. The lotus moved toward him, and before he could react, he was enveloped into a hug.

“W-What are you doing?!-” “I saw Clef doing this with Kondraki and Say. Comforting gesture.” Bright wasn’t sure if he even wanted this action to happen. He put his glass on the table and let his hands drop on his sides. Still, the hug wouldn’t loosen. He missed this, he missed Edith, he missed everything about their relationship. He knew he would outlive her, but he never wanted her image immotalized by some macabre parasite. Still, it felt so warm. Soon enough, tears started streaming down his face as he pulled the woman in a tighter embrace, and the flower allowed it, simply because it wanted to bring this one good human the comfort he deserved.

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Author's note: About time I brought back SCP! The demo for the new game SCP Files got me so excited and the scp fan inside me has awaken once more. Anyway, have my comfort ship from this fandom ^^

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