spending time with father

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The lab was a large whit box the room he stood in, only a table stood in the middle strewn over it takes out boxes beakers and a dozen sheets of paper. He was focused on his work in a sealed box two gloved hands held a small vile. The room was empty but the seal on the door had been failing with local power fluctuations. His daughter was safely away with friends he had jut to concentrate on the work in front of him. Chris steel had very little time the virus was constantly mutating if he did not discover its weakness thousands could die.
 
Pepper happily skipped through the hallways of the laboratory where her father worked. She waved at the familiar faces of those she had met, and gave a gentle smile to those she did not.

A rambunctious eighteen year old with a dominant sweet streak, she was popular with everyone, and her charm reached out to even the older, more bookish members of his staff.

Her dad had said he would be off on time, but once again he was probably so immersed in his work that he forgot to head home. So she had come to him! In one hand a paper sack with dinner swung and in the other her backpack hung loosely. It was senior year so very few books remained.

At the end of one of the long sterile paths, she spotted her father's hunched form between gridded panes of glass. Her step quickened a bit and soon she was standing at the entrance. She ran her clearance card over the magnetized reader and stepped through the now open doorway.

A loud whoosh informed her the door was closing and she was forced to leap forward, her lithe cheerleader's body dodging the kamikaze pressure door. Inadvertently, her shoulder drove into the small of her dad's back.
 
Turning his head he saw his daughter skirt fly up seconds before she knocked into him pushing him forward. The vile slipped from his hand as the entire box slammed into the ground.

He was not angry more afraid it was level 5, there was no need for biohazard suits, contact any contact led to an incurable infection. Given the lab they could live almost indefinably but they could never leave the room.

“Pepper are you ok” glass covered the ground some as large as a kitchen knife and all sharp. He was not angry at her he should have locked out the door or told her he would not be home tonight.

Slipping off his goggles he crouches next to her looking at his daughter, slowly he takes her into his arms picking her up dusting her off. Just then the sirens go of as the armored doors slowly begin to seal them in what a day this has been. “I think we are in trouble”
 
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Pepper looked around worried. The blaring sirens and heavy metal doors sliding into place created an environment of chaos and it took her several minutes to register what was going on.

"Daddy, what's happening," she queried as he mumbled that they were in trouble. "What happened, what's going on," she pleaded as she staid crouched amidst all the sharp pieces of glass.
 
Taking her head in his hands “pepper We have been infected this is a quarantine it means we can’t leave this room until we are checked out” he tells her kissing her head as he slowly looks around “don’t worry though I am not going anywhere we just have to stay calm” decon showers it will be humiliating and maybe pointless. But he cant give up he is not the only one on the room he has pepper to think about.
 
Pepper tried to moderate her breathing, taking in deep gulps of the pure dry air. She had no idea what was going on or what they were infected with, but she was certain that if her father said it was dangerous, it was dangerous.

"I'll try and be calm, Daddy. What will it do to us," she asked.
 
He gently strokes her hair trying to calm her “Nothing we have plenty of meds but if we are infected we can’t leave” he did not want to add ever it was his hope he would soon find a cur 3 week 2 months tops. “But first we have to go through decon that means taking off all of are cloths” it sounded strange telling his daughter to strip in front of him.
 
"What's a decon? And why do we need to take our clothes off? I don't want to strip in front of you. That's just weird."

She was totally unfamiliar with these types of situations- she knew nothing of infections or cures or disease. But he was her father, and she trusted him. Pepper didn't totally understand the gravity of the situation.

"Can't we just take the medications? I mean if we are going to be stuck in a room where the disease is everywhere, why not just take the meds until we can get out?"
 
He shook his head “we still have it on our bodies we could get re-infected or make it worse, also we may not be infected ye” he had to be the adult in this situation “plus I am you’re father I have already seen you naked” slowly he begins to strip there is not room just the desk and a shower head an afterthought really.
 
Pepper still had so many questions, but her father's confidence in that being the right thing to do, convinced her that it was required.

She turned away from him as he began to undress.

"I won't look. When you're done tell me and I'll take my turn."
 
he nodded as he lathered up in the green safety soap before the water hit as cold as ice he let out a surprised sound. He then continued making sure to get every part of his body he would have to have them fix the shower. they maye be spending a very long time in here and he haited cold showers.
 
Pepper sat down, facing towards the now eerily foreboding steel door. She could hear her father curse under his breath as the water started and she wondered what had happened. But she was proper and her curiosity was overwhelmed by her sense of decency. Her little cheerleader outfit seemed suddenly inadequate in both warmth and comfort and she wished she had brought something warmer and softer to wear.

Tears began to trickle down her eyes as she waited for her turn to come beneath the cleansing waters.
 
quickly dressing back into his cloths he returns to see his daughter crying “don’t worry I am sure that we are fine” he tells her placing a hand on her shoulder “I man if we were infected are tongue would turn green” many people showed no symptoms and some only a few but he just wanted his daughter to feel better.
 
"Green tongues? What is this stuff?"

Pepper broke from her father's touch. She wasn't particularly in a mood for human contact. She half blamed him for the situation they were in, and she half blamed herself. If he hadn't worked on such dangerous projects and if his facilities were more secure they wouldn't be here. But if she hadn't blundered into him, they could have been gone by now.

"Turn around, Dad," she muttered as she glanced over her shoulder. She slipped off her white tennis shoes and pulled off her little ankle socks. She glanced over at him one more time to make sure that he was looking away, and then proceeded to pull her top off her shoulders. Next came the little skirt she wore and then her sports bra and her spankies.

Sighing she turned on the water. She waited a few moments as it was freezing cold, but it did not seem to warm. Regretfully, and more incensed then ever, she stepped under the rushing water.

Immediately her whole body froze up as its temperature dropped with the water. Each droplet was like a stabbing blade and her skin was covered in gooseflesh quickly.

She wrapped her arms over her sensitive breasts and nipples as she stared into the corner, away from her father.
 
He was painfully aware of his daughter nudity ever since his wife death he had been aware of every change “You know it was the only job I could get to make this kind of money” working for the movement was not his dream and he was in no mood to talk but it distracted him like smoking that he gave up. He waited for her to dress aware of every sound it was hard not to be in a room built like a bubble. he then turned around “you know we might be here a while” he tosses her his phone for any call the returns to the remain of his lab. like it was not hard for him he had a life not much of one after his wife but still a life.
 
Pepper had dressed in silence, happy that her father was at least respectful of her privacy. She had noticed a change in the way that he had looked at her over the past several months, and only recently had she begun to understood it. It was the same way the boys at her school looked at her- wondering what she was capable of, what it was she looked like disrobed.

The thought of her father studying her in that same way had disturbed her and she had fought hard to logic it out. She had figured that he had been alone for a long time, since mom had died. And because of her and his work he had been unable to find anyone else. So it was understandable that there was somewhat of an attraction on his part. Silently, she cursed once more the uncomfortable and unrestricted fashion sensibilities of her generation. Everything was sexed up to the maximum. Even sweats had logos and limericks printed on the ass and chest.

"Its okay, Dad, really its okay."

"What am I supposed to do with the phone?"
 
“To call you’re friends and teachers you will be here at least for the weakened” he did not add possibly the rest of you’re life it a mute point that would help no one. He stared for a moment watching her how much she had changed ho little he understood about her. He then turned around using his back up making a few calls every now and the looking back. He wondered if he would still get paid if they were infected what would happen to her education a million small wories.
 
Pepper didn't feel like calling anyone. She really felt like getting a hold of friends and teachers was a small priority compared to getting out of her alive.

Three days in this hell hole seemed like a nightmare. What were they supposed to eat? How were they supposed to use the restroom?

Frustrated more than ever she slunk back into her corner and curled in a ball and began to cry.
 
he sat next to her a piece o rolled up paper in his mouth "It could be worse you could be alone" he says dam he misses smoking maybe his daughter has some. he stopped smoking when he met her mother and naver started agian. "you have any cigerates"
 
Pepper shrunk away from her father. She wasn't in the mood to be comforted or touched by him right then. From between her knees and her wrapped arms she muttered that she did not have any cigarettes.

How could he be so calm, acting like nothing was going on? Shouldn't they be receiving medical attention? If the show decontaminated them, why not wash the whole room? Suddenly her mighty genius of a father seemed much more mortal.
 
He sat there for a while not talking just listening to the tape recorder in the room as it recorded everything they did. He then got up and walked around sooner or latter he would have to try and find a cure. He looked at his watch then realized he had left it at home he had no idea what time it was. “Are you hungry”. He asks realizing he has not eaten since breakfast and it must be between noon and 6.
 
"No, but I brought you dinner. Its in the paper bag on the floor over there. I dropped it when I fell."

Pepper had already eaten early in the day and the stressful condition killed her desire for food. She just remained quiet and contemplative.
 
he opened the bag pasta and some bread sticks he slowly began to eat it cold at least it was something “thanks I almost forgot” he even finds a box of milk one of the ones he keeps at home like you got in school “Well if I had to spend my time with someone I am glad it is you pepper now we can talk about you’re boyfriends” he jokes
 
Pepper knew that her father was just trying to make conversation, that he was trying to put her at ease.

But they were trapped in a small space with some sort of deadly virus. How was she supposed to be calm??? She didn't answer her father. She just staid in her little ball in the corner, pretending as if he had never spoken.
 
"well i was going to wait but i have a deck of cards you win and i try to get you something you want, anything thats not alive" he warns as he deals the cards for a hand of poker.
 
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