…where’s the recorder? Eden pauses his refresher course on poisons and creating antidotes on the fly, and looks around. Shit, did he really misplace the fucking thing? He rummages through the dirty cart by his side. Eight ball, pop tarts, sutures… no recorder. Did he leave it at home? Maybe. He has been spending a lot more time at home. He sighs and returns back to his computer which…shit. The screen is black. Did he fuck his computer up already. No, number pad thing is lit up. He’ll ask Tanner to take a look at it later. Oooor, not, as it flickers back to life at the same thing he was working on previously. Weird. He adjusts his wheely chair and-
“...What, no pickup line this time, Goss?” he looks up, and there’s that grinning idiot. Goss stares down at him, thinking about too much. Does he want more than just sex? Is…that it?
“Hm? oh, ye miss thaim already? A thoucht ye hatit thaim?” Eden scoffs at him, before going back to work on chapter 3, antifungals,
“...look, just because they’re wildly inappropriate and often makes me get stares from the people I’m treating doesn’t mean I hate them. I like not being snuck up on as well. How did you manage that?” Goss “snorts”, and thinks for a moment. Shit. He actually didn’t have one prepared this time. He got an entire list…six to seven pages he looks through for the perfect one. Hmm.
“...Can A speir a favor o ye?” Eden nods. What’s it going to be this time.
“You can ask, but there’s no guarantee I’ll say yes.” Goss laughs, and leans into him,
“The embassy’s after ma dick…can A hide it inside ye?” Eden’s eyes widen, and he covers his mouth - not laughing and snorting at the joke, but the look of sheer horror on Tanner’s wife, Margie, face as she walks in. “Well, A didnae think it wis thon guid o a joke. Damn, wish A wad have fuckit ye sooner.” Eden squeaks in laughter as Margie just…stares at Goss. Slightly taller than tanner, and thick as hell - she never enjoyed the raunchy jokes everyone told. Eden coughs and elbows Goss out from behind him,
“Marrrgieeee. I’m so sorry about him.” She waves her hands. It was an unexpected visit, she can’t blame Goss for being…Goss, can she,
“Eden! don't fuss about it. Sorry i just dropped in - i wanted tah ask about a few things. “ her voice is like windchimes, and a pang of sadness hits him, remembering Carol. Her and Margie looked so similar, wavy hair, bright eyes,
“Sure, sure. Get your metal ass outta here Goss.” he shoos Goss away,”And that was…mid-tier pickup line material.” Goss huffs, offended. If he had known that Eden liked them he would have prepared but nooooo. He laughs as he is shooed off, and Eden sighs,” Sorry about all that. Fertility, yeah?” Margie nods, breaking out into a smile as Eden cracks open her file,”How was Repronex and Gonal-X? Any side effects?” She shakes her head,
“No new ones. Just the hot flashes and some tenderness.” Eden nods, and notes down the symptoms. He mentally cringes at the next question but trudges through it,
“Have you been…er, active?” Margie giggles, always finding it funny how awkward he was around that subject. Especially with Goss lurking around all the time,
“Yes, we have. I was actually coming in to see if you’d be ok with doing a blood test.” He nods, and gets up to get his phlebotomy kit.
“Hey dad, can I cut your hair? I know the perfect hairstyle and Lilith said she’d help.” Eden pauses, taking out the kid,
“And who convinced you to cut my hair, kiddo?” Olympia pauses beside Margie, holding the hair kit and thinks, before her face falls,
“Lilith diid.” Eden laughs and nods, before returning to Margie, who looks beside herself, overwhelmed of the cuteness between olympia and Eden,
“Let me take some blood, and show me what you want to do.” Olympia’s face lights up and she runs to his computer to quickly grab the picture. Margie looks over to the teen before at Eden,
“Yah  don't tell me yah hads a teenageh. She's got your spunk, eyes, and attitude.” He smiles and shakes his head, cleaning her arm down for the needle, arm freckled and spackled with markings
“She’s a good kid. Yeah… It’s been a wild few weeks. Her name’s Olympia.” Margie looks a little confused but shrugs, and Eden begins to draw her blood,”...she’s…how old are you again?” Margie gives him a judging look as Olympia replies her age, and comes back with the laptop,
“So Lilith and I are torn between two.” Eden takes three vials before holding a cotton ball on the wound and looking over. The first is a short cut, swift to the side with black tips and the other is an emo teenager’s wet dream. He motions the previous one,
“If I pick that one, are you going to dye my hair? Because I’m old, and that’ll fade.” Olympia smirks. Lilith warned her he’d make excuse after excuse,
“It’s just hair.” she whines. Eden sighs, before nodding. It’s true. It is just hair…which will hopefully stay on his head by the end of this…thing they’re doing. Olympia claps excitably and begins to organize the supplies on his desk, Lilith sliding on in,
“No, i dit not predikt vhen she voult break sie dovn, vhikh hair shtyle sie voult pikk, ant zat sie't fight us zee entire vay. Vhy do sie ask, doktor.” Eden glares at her, noting the hair dye in her hands. She’s good, he’s got to admit. He puts a bandaid on Margie, who smiles,
“I’d join you all, but unfortunately I have to head back home and rest. Tell Tanner I said I, would you?” Eden nods, pulling her into a gentle hug before she skidaddles out.
“Alright, Alright. Let me put these in the centrifuge and you all can do what you’d like.” He gets up and does so, before being forced into the seat again by Lilith as they prepare. Olympia looks a little confused. They seem oddly close. Eden is gay, or at least bisexual though?
“Who was that? The woman?” Eden shrugs as Lilith chops a good 20 some inches off in one fell swoop, with no cleaning or anything. Shit. The weight is just suddenly gone,
“It’s Tanner’s wife. She just needed a quick draw. Christ, you were ready for that, weren’t you.” Lilith gets close to him and neighs in his ear, making him push her away,”Fuck off.” he laughs. Olympia pouts, having wanted to do that but begins slowly trimming his hair to the correct shape and width. Eden just…lets her. It’s quite nice, and the first time he’s had a trim in years,”While you do this...Lilith,” Lilith looks back at him, waiting for the skin test to finish,”...are you actually going to become serious with him, or is it just casual?” Lilith blinks in surprise,
“Serious or kasual vith vho?” Eden gives a knowing ‘cut the bullshit’ look,
“I walked in on you two fucking. I’m not saying his name, but you know exactly who.” Lilith frowns, but does think. Does she really want to get serious with Dedren, or is it just a FWB situation? Olympia looks between them, carefully feathering Eden’s hair,
“Who? Who are we talking about? Did I zone out in focus?” Eden pats her and Lilith sighs,
“Don't vorry about it- i'm not sure if i vant a serious relationship yet admittedly.” She double takes at Eden and furrows her brow,”Vhen dit sie valk in on us?” Eden holds up his hands,
“It was a while ago, but… it wasn’t my business. I’m just curious now.” Lilith stands, grabbing the prepped hair dye and carefully begins, praying to whatever god hears her she doesn’t fuck this up. Not her strong suit, but the kid really wanted this done and he needed a hair cut,
“Vell, sinke sie'fe asket zat - are sie tvo serious, or are sie,” She has to think for a moment to carefully word what she wants to say next,”doink vhat sie're doink. Ant don't say 'oh ve're not doink zat." bekause i knov, for a fakt, sie hafe.” Eden groans,”Keep your heat shtill.” another huff, and he thinks quietly as the foil is placed on his hair,
“All he wanted to do is boink me, that’s all. It’s not fair to want anything more.” Lilith narrows her eyes. The self doubt and shit is back, and she needs to squash it again,
“ant hov do sie knov zat? dit he say zat? i'll kikk his fukkink ass if he dit. Nov, if sie're doubtink yourself - i'll kikk your ass as vell.” Eden groans. She’s done it before, and it hurt. He remains quiet as the dye does it work, and they play poker together, the both of them teaching Olympia how to play. After and hour or two, the dye is washed off and Eden nods, looking it over in a dingy mirror. The front is semi long, stringy and short enough not to get too much in his eyes all the time, and the back is faded on the back and sides, as well as the black ends…which he wasn’t too thrilled about but it looks good. He still looked…like him, but,
“You two did great. I was skeptical with me being the…grungy bastard I am, but somehow you all worked some magic.” Eden laughs, Olympia claps happily. He looks so good! Lilith smirks,
“Vhy don't sie go romanke your man nov?” she jokes, and Eden shooks her a look,
“I want to kick your a-” A sharp alarm alerts them all to some frightening news;
Huxley’s coming. Soon.

Huxley straightens his tie, having parked a few blocks away from the crew’s quarters, needing to stop by a few shops before heading in. He adjusts himself a bit, using the panel’s in his “body” to do so, and begins to walk to the floral shop. Yeah, sure - he could have driven here, but again; he didn’t want to have too many eyes on him. Especially now. He quietly waits at the zebra crossing when someone catches his eye. Is that…her. It can’t be. No. He can feel his heart lurch into his chest, and his tentacles curl up. Lady Degona.
She’s just as beautiful as the first time they met, more so now. Beautiful, black flowing hair raising up with magic, a black dress hanging off her round form. Bright blue glowing “tattoo”s litter her arms, legs and face, and…wait. She wasn’t missing an arm when she was assisting him, was she? No time for this now, he…he needs to speak with her. Needs to know her name, at least. He needs her.  All of her. Her flaws. Her mistakes. Her imperfections. He wants her,, and only her. This is why he's...doing all this. The money, the illegal things. Till death do them part, and even then; immortality is a thing. At least, that's what BCFH is researching for him.He forgoes the walk sign, and dashes through the zebra crossing, just barely missing a car. Degona seems completely unaware of him, quietly looking through some discount flower pots and containers, still not used to the new arm. He straightens himself again, first impressions and all that, before steadying his breath. What should he say? He can’t just say anything,
“Good mornin' ma'am. Aah...Ya're…” why is he stammering. What? This isn’t like him. She pauses, setting down a hand crafted, chipped bowl, and looks at him, eyes narrowing,”Apologies own that; ya're so beautiful aah forgot mah pickup line.” Degona just stares at him. Really? Who the fuck is this guy, and why did he feel the need to approach her? Fucking hate going out here, though she did need to practice with her new arm and get new pots,
“Think o thon ane yourself, genius? or did ye leuk it up while scramblin tae get ower here?” her voice drips with venom, and he tenses. She looks…so uncomfortable than when they first met. Tense, angry and overall hostile. He can change that. Make her happy.
“Fair enough aah suppose. That was quite...cheesy. The name's huxley.” He bows to her, having remembered how others had done so to her so many times before,”Your's?” She stares at him still, trying to decipher what exactly he’s trying to get at. Creepy fucker. Fucking hate people. 
“Aurora maclvor. Is thare a point tae this, or can A get back tae whit A neit tae dae. I’ve got a kid waitin.” Aurora. Beautiful just as she is, and…a child? He’s always wanted to start a family. How old his he? Does he look like her? Who's the father. Questions pop in his head, but he dismisses them. They don't matter right now. 
“Aah wanted to ask ya out sometimes. Perhaps...hiking?” She groans internally. This doesn’t happen much, but christ on a bike does it fucking suck. Eugh.
“Gin ye can find ma number, A'll allow ane.” she raises a hand, preparing a spell in case he doesn’t follow her demand,” Now, fuck aff.” she stares at him, waiting. He nods, bows again, and hurries off into the flower shop. Feisty, but…he likes feisty. A lot.

Eden immediately throws Lilith a broom, as he attempts to dry his hair like a wet dog, nearly giving himself whiplash in the process. Olympia looks around confused as Tanner, Jerome and Goss fill into the room in a panic, some giving Eden a coat and things of that nature,
“Anyone have an idea why he's ahriving tahday? did someone piss him awf?” Tanner looks panicked, and looks at Olympia. Here’s to hoping he’s not “taking her back”. It’s a whirlwind of quickly cleaning up the place, making sure Eden isn’t as scruffy as he usually is, and attempting not to panic before Huxley just casually strolls in with a bouquet of eucalyptus, white roses, and ivy resting on his arm, watching the chaos unfold  - Olympia immediately recognizing he seems…happier than normal. Maybe a good sign she’ll stay here?
“Decided to drop own by 'n snag her royal highness'. We've got a date with destiny.” He hands her the flowers, hoping the ones he picked out in a daze were good enough. She attempts to hide her disappointment. Maybe she can convince him to keep her here? She actually…really likes these dorks. Especially Tanner and Eden. Ok. All of them equally,
“Could I…stay here? Or…maybe return?” He claps. She’s gotten to like them already?
Unfortunately not, sweetheart. We've got a busy schedule together.” He lies,”Ya've spent enough time en he-yah to last ya a lifetime.” Her face falls, and he notices,”Ya can say goodbye to 'em, though. We've got to head out very soon. Ya trust meh, yeah?” She nods, and gives everyone a hug, nearly getting crushed by Goss in the process. Eden slips a paper in her back pocket, giving her a wink,
“...just in case. Read it in private, kiddo.” he whispers. His apartment address, some basic first aid stuff…and a heartfelt note. Better safe than sorry. She smiles at him, and he seems…sad? Who knows what’ll happen to her once she leaves. Better to have plan Z just in case. He pats her on the back, before she’s off with Mr. Huxley, holding his hand. Jerome sighs, after Goss releases their tension once Mr. Huxley has driven off. Damn, could things get worse?
“well, at least dings can't get any wahrse.” Eden’s eyes widen, and he looks absolutely pissed,
“ Never fucking say that, Jerome! What the fuck is wrong with you!”