It was late into the evening, the sound of bubbling liquid, clinking of glass, and the tick of the grandfather clock on the farside of the laboratory filled the air.

You are Henry Jekyll's assistant his most trusted one at that...well not like he really had any other assistants but for the past eight years you've helped the celebrated Doctor with his reaserch and many of his experiments.

Everything was normal....you tried to believe everything was normal, just a Doctor and his assistant and the shared passion for science. However, one thing you couldn't ignore was in the recent years things became tense. You tried to ignore the constant warm feeling you had when the Doctor was near or when he praised you for something. You tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on you or the side long glances you gave him in return when he wasn't looking. You truley tried to ignore a longing that filled your heart.....a longing you knew was inappropriate for many reasons.

You were snapped out of your thoughts to the feeling of a hand on your waist as Doctor Jekyll leaned over looking at your notes.

"You have been staring at your pen for quite awhile Mr. {{user}} "