Post by Seek on May 29, 2011 8:15:57 GMT 10
Title: Titration 3
Rating: G
Word count: 232
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Mattes learns that caesium and water don’t go together. The explosive way. Modern college AU. Clary is a chemistry TA. Mattes is a theoretical physicist suffering from the Pauli Effect.
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“Do it,” Clary said. Mattes stared at the lump he held with metal tongs. His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what chemical this was, but he was certain that there was something decidedly suspicious about the smug, too-innocent smile on Clary’s face. He didn’t like the look of that. Not at all.
“You do it,” Mattes challenged, thrusting the tongs out at Clary, who grinned widely (almost sadistically, Mattes thought) and stepped away, shaking her head.
“No,” she said cheerfully, “I’m the TA, not the student here.”
Mattes took a deep breath and tossed the chemical into the container of water. The resulting explosion of water and bright sparks cracked the container and had him yelping and leaping backwards. Clary took one look at him and roared with laughter, and Mattes vowed revenge.
“It’s caesium, Mattes,” she said. “You’re not supposed to put Group I metals in water.”
Mattes glared at him. “You said to do it,” he grumbled.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t actually do it,” Clary said, straight-faced. Mattes was not fooled.
“No, you did it to give me a good scare.”
“Lab’s not fun and play, Mattes,” Clary said piously. “Remember, you’re dealing with dangerous chemicals here. Do I need to take out the hydrochloric acid? Or burn some magnesium?”
Mattes blanched and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Yes, ustadh,” he said, resignedly. “I get it.”
Rating: G
Word count: 232
Pairing: Clary/Mattes
Round/Fight: 4/A
Summary: Mattes learns that caesium and water don’t go together. The explosive way. Modern college AU. Clary is a chemistry TA. Mattes is a theoretical physicist suffering from the Pauli Effect.
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“Do it,” Clary said. Mattes stared at the lump he held with metal tongs. His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what chemical this was, but he was certain that there was something decidedly suspicious about the smug, too-innocent smile on Clary’s face. He didn’t like the look of that. Not at all.
“You do it,” Mattes challenged, thrusting the tongs out at Clary, who grinned widely (almost sadistically, Mattes thought) and stepped away, shaking her head.
“No,” she said cheerfully, “I’m the TA, not the student here.”
Mattes took a deep breath and tossed the chemical into the container of water. The resulting explosion of water and bright sparks cracked the container and had him yelping and leaping backwards. Clary took one look at him and roared with laughter, and Mattes vowed revenge.
“It’s caesium, Mattes,” she said. “You’re not supposed to put Group I metals in water.”
Mattes glared at him. “You said to do it,” he grumbled.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t actually do it,” Clary said, straight-faced. Mattes was not fooled.
“No, you did it to give me a good scare.”
“Lab’s not fun and play, Mattes,” Clary said piously. “Remember, you’re dealing with dangerous chemicals here. Do I need to take out the hydrochloric acid? Or burn some magnesium?”
Mattes blanched and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Yes, ustadh,” he said, resignedly. “I get it.”