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CH 2: Unprofessional
[ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ]
No warnings
You placed your phone back down on the table in front of you and settled down, exhaling audibly. Gus had explained to you that Walter had called him about switching Gale out with someone else, specifically his old partner. You didn’t know anything about Walter’s previous partner, except for the fact that Gus had described him as careless and a junkie, expressing that he would be a liability to the business. Your boss had also told you that this change would, in fact, be happening, and you would be meeting ‘Jesse Pinkman’ tomorrow in the lab.
A wave of relief washed over you, glad to not be in trouble in any way, but you also felt a pang of anger at Walter. You hated the way he treated you and Gale earlier today, and now he’s asking to change partners over one mistake.
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The following day you were back in the lab with Gale and Walter. Fortunately enough, you didn’t have to be the one to tell Gale that he was getting replaced. Unfortunately, you had to be there to see it happen.
“I don’t understand? I thought things were going pretty well,” Gale questioned Walter, “You know? We were becoming a real team.”
“Not- Not so much, no.”
“Is this about the temperature setting? I can assure you that will never happen-”
“No, it’s bigger than that, Gale,” Walter sighed, “It’s much more than that.”
You felt agitated, “Could you elaborate?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows.
“Well, yes, of course I could-” he started.
Gale instantly interrupted him, “I set up the entire lab,” you could hear Gale’s anger in his voice but also his sadness, “You said you liked the configuration.”
Walter stepped closer to Gale, “And I do. Look, you’re a fine chemist, really, with a promising future. It’s just that I- That we have different rhythms, Gale. You see- It’s… It’s as if I’m classical…” he paused for a second to think, “But you are more jazz.”
“Jazz,” Gale reiterates.
“Jazz, yes. And God knows there is nothing wrong with jazz,” Walter tells him, “It’s simply that I require…”
You butt into the conversation again, “Walter wants to work with his old partner,” you tell Gale bluntly.
Walters mouth falls open slightly, “I- Well, he just fits my tempo better- And Gale it honestly was great-”
Before he could continue his explanation, the door opens suddenly, shifting the emotions swirling in the room. Those emotions soon turned into confusion.
The person that came walking through that door was nothing but the opposite of classical as Walter had mentioned. Gus had told you that you would be meeting Jesse Pinkman today, you really didn’t expect something like this. He wore multiple layers of baggy clothes, his hair was unkempt and messy, and his face was busted up. He was quite literally the polar opposite of Walter.
“Oh, shit,” Jesse gawked at the lab below him, “Man, this is the bomb!”
He quickly made his way downstairs and walked up to Walter and slapped him on the chest.
“What’s up, partner?” he greeted him as he began to carelessly stroll around the lab, fixating his attention on the large, sparkling equipment around the room.
Gale’s eyes followed the younger man as he walked away, “Is this my replacement?” he asked solemnly. As Jesse came around to the coffee bench, Gale quickly introduced himself to the man, “Hi, Gale. Nice to meet you,” he gave him a slight wave.
“What’s up?” he briefly responded, making eye contact with him for a second before quickly looking at you. He walked up to Walter again and stood between him and Gale, “Man, we should’ve ditched that RV months ago. It’s all, like, shiny up in here.”
Jesse continued to walk around and occasionally make gasps and comments about the lab.
“I’m sorry, I must be missing something. I don’t mean- I don’t mean to be- This makes no sense,” Gale stuttered, “Did you know about this?” he turned to ask you.
You gulped and pressed your lips into a firm line before reluctantly answering, “I only found out last night.”
Gale’s gaze dropped to the floor, “So I guess this is…”
He didn’t continue his sentence. Bringing his hand out to shake Walter’s, he walks out of the lab with his head hung low. After Gale leaves the room, Walter urgently turns to you before you start making disapproving comments or expressions.
“This is for the best.”
You roll your eyes, “Two hundred pounds a week, yes?” you tell him.
“Yes.”
Jesse strolls back up to Walter, “Mr. White, wow.”
Walter steps back from you and turns to Jesse before turning back to you. He opens his mouth but then shuts it, unsure of what to say next. Eventually he collects his thoughts and gestures to Jesse and then back at you.
“Uh, Jesse, this is Y/N, they’re our supervisor, for now.”
You force a smile as Jesse looks at you properly this time.
“Yo, why do we need a supervisor now?” he grumbles.
Your hands tighten around the clipboard slightly, “Gus told me I have to. I’ll be out of your way.”
Jesse rolls his eyes whilst he rolls his tongue in his mouth, “All right, fine.”
“Okay, there’s a lot to show you, some new techniques to learn,” Walter motions Jesse over to the other side of the room, right past you.
Jesse’s eyebrows raise a little, “What, now?”
“Yes, now,” Walter says as he walks to the lockers, “We’ve only got a couple days before our next batch is due. And I need to get you up to speed.”
Jesse stands still for a second before responding, “Right on, I’m just saying…” he asks, scratching the side of his head, “How’s the cell service down here?”
“It’s nonexistent,” you tell him, “There’s a hard line for emergencies,” you say while pointing to where the phone is on the wall.
Jesse’s eyes follow your finger before looking back at Walter, “So, you haven’t talked to anybody today? Other than, you know, Captain Nerd there,” dragging his eyes up to the door Gale had walked out of minutes ago, “and Big Brother.”
His comment makes you breath out through your nose audibly.
“Why?” Walter turns to look at Jesse.
“Your brother-in-law.”
“What about him?”
Jesse’s demeanour shifts, “He’s um, like, I saw him get taken to a hospital in an ambulance.”
“What?” Walter’s voice becomes stern.
His eyebrows tighten and he immediately stops unbuttoning his shirt. The sound of the locker shutting reverberates throughout the lab as Walter begins to walk towards the spiral stairs.
You follow his pace and attempt to stand in his way, “Wait- Walter- You can’t just leave-”
His face grows more heated, “No I have to go-” you reluctantly step to the side to let him past.
He speed-walked to the door as he buttoned his shirt up again.
“What about the cook?” You yelled out.
Walter opens the door, just as he’s about to shut the door behind him, he yells back at you, “We can catch up later.”
You scoff out loud.
“Are you kidding me?” you turn to Jesse, who was still standing in the same spot.
He barely shrugs, as if he doesn’t really care.
Your eyebrows raise at his reaction, or lack thereof, “You don’t care?”
“I mean, not really? He’ll be back.”
“You know how to work these?” you ask Jesse, gesturing to the machines.
He looks at them once more, “I- No?”
You nod your head while you whisper a quiet “Of course” under your breath. Jesse trills his lips as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his oversized jacket with a ridiculous money pattern all around it. As he walks around aimlessly, not saying anything, or even making eye contact with you, you hands come up to rub your forehead. You lazily sit down on one of the nearby chairs and place your clipboard onto a table.
Jesse flops down onto a nearby swivel chair, “So uh, we just chillin’ till he comes back?”
“I guess that’s the plan since we both don’t know how to use any of this.”
He glances at you, “Isn’t that like, your job?”
“No, that is not my job.” you glare at him, furrowing your eyebrows.
For the next twenty minutes, nothing happens. Occasionally, Jesse gets up from his seat to walk around the lab, humming and making sounds with his mouth to fill the silence. You remain in your seat flipping through the pages on your clipboard of notes from the previous days, your other hand trailing your fingers up and down the edges of the hardboard material.
Mind numbing thoughts danced around in your head as the boredom slowly became unbearable. You fought the urge to start ripping all the hairs off your head to feel anything at this point. It was always boring with Gale and Walter but at least you were doing something.
Eventually you looked at the emergency phone by the wall. Your fingers reached for the corner of the pages on your clipboard, you flipped through to the day Walter had given you his number for a ‘just in case’ scenario. You flipped the pages that were in front of the one with his number, over the top of the board and held them behind with your fingers. The chair slid back as you stood up and walked past Jesse who was doing another roundabout tour of the lab.
“What’re you doing?” he asked you from behind.
“Calling him.”
You pick up the phone, the chill of the plastic spreading across your palm. You hold up the paper with his number and using the other hand that’s holding the phone, you press each number in. After dialling his number, you hold the phone up to your ear and wait.
Nothing happens.
“Fuck.” you huff out, placing the phone back.
Jesse comes up next to you and grabs the phone, “Let me try something.”
While holding the phone in his left hand, his right starts pressing a different set of numbers. As the phone dials, he holds the phone up to his ear. You look at him blankly. You both wait for someone to pick up the call, and as you wait, you notice his baggy sleeve falling down his arm, revealing a decent sized tattoo along his hand and arm. A simple observation.
A second passes and Jesse finally speaks, “Hi, I would like to speak to someone… Not a patient… Like someone that’s visiting.”
Jesse was calling the Hospital that Walter was at.
“Yeah uh, Walter White,” Jesse spins around to lean against the landline, his other hand up to his mouth as he nervously bites his nails.
You look at him with raised eyebrows. He notices your look at covers the phone.
“He’s still at the hospital,” he says, “they’re getting him I think.”
Another minute passes and Jesse finally makes contact with Walter.
“Yo, we working sometime this year?”
You can only hear Jesse’s side of the conversation so you decide to place the clipboard on the table beside you and sit back down. You fold your arms on the table and lay your head on them while you listen to Jesse’s voice.
“We tried your cell and obviously you didn’t pick up. How else do we get a hold of you?”
“Look, man. It’s been a whole day. How long is this grieving process? Just put a clock on it for me. All I’m saying is we have a schedule, right?”
“Dude, it’s not my schedule. We have responsibilities here.”
You can feel his eyes on you when he says that.
“You know what? Whatever. I’ll just cook on my own.”
“Why not?”
“There’s gotta be some sort of manual, right? And I can read. Or- or I’ll just ask Y/N to help me.”
“Yo, stop treating me like I’m your assistant. I’m not your bitch to order around. We’re partners, remember?”
“What, is your wife there?”
“Hey, tell your douche bag brother-in-law to head towards the light.”
Jesse roughly shoves the phone back. A loud sigh leaves his mouth, his eyes on the phone before he turns around to your direction, briefly making eye contact with you.
“Okay, so what’s happening now?” you ask him, your head is still laying on your folded arms.
He shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets, “Dude, I don’t know, can’t we just… figure it out?”
“I told you I don’t know how to use the machines,” you slowly lift your head up to rest it on the palm of your hand, “that’s not part of my job,” you accentuate the ‘b’.
Jesse immediately flings his hands out of the pockets and starts gesturing to you and your clipboard, “You take notes, right?” he pauses and you nod slightly, “We could like, piece it together and shit.”
You turn your head away to hide your smile, “Oh yeah,” you chuckle at him, “have fun with that.”
“Yo, I’m just trying to improvise, you know?”
You think for a second before reaching your hand out to grab the clipboard again, “Alright, fine.”
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You both did have fun with it. Too much fun.
Everything that was happening within the lab had no semblance of a professional work environment, instead it looked more like break time at a primary school. It started out very subtly, small jokes and laughs, soon escalated into literally messing around in the lab. Looking through drawers and containers even you hadn’t seen, playing around with the machines (safely), and even gossiping about how much Walter had pissed the both of you off.
You hadn’t worked (“worked”) with anyone who was around your age, you were always surrounded by older people who were always so serious and it felt like no one ever cracked a smile, aside from Gale, but you still felt like you were on a different wavelength than him. Maybe Walter had a point.
Jesse opened one of the lockers and grabbed the hazmat suit and started unzipping it, “Wait let me look more professional,” he stumbles over his feet as he huffs out small giggles.
"I actually hate these so much,” you say while laughing, “I don’t think you’ll ever catch me wearing that.”
“What so you’d rather get all the chemically poisonous fumes all in your clothes.”
“You know what, yeah I would.”
He zips up the suit all the way up to his neck, fitting the tight hood over his heads so that the only part of him you could see was his bruised and beat up face. Jesse steps away to drag a swivel chair to one side of the lab.
“Yo, push me.”
You don’t even answer him but you get up to jog over to where he is. His suit crinkles against the material of the chair as he tries to fit his whole body on the seat. For the next few minutes you push the chair with as much force as you could, sending him flying to the other side of the lab, occasionally letting him crash into the wall and other boxes. The sound of the both of you laughing like children brought you so much joy that you had been devoid of for a long time.
The both of you got your hands on some sort of device that blew out copious amounts of air, blowing your hair straight out of your face as you turned it on. You pushed the head of the tube towards Jesse’s direction, blowing the air into his own face and hair.
He unzipped his suit slightly, “Give it here.”
You pushed it towards him again, angling the stream of air away from his face this time. Jesse grabbed it and stuffed the opening into the opening of his hazmat suit, slowly filling it up with air. You snickered as he danced around on the spot.
The sound of the door clicking open made you flinch and your heart drop for a second, Jesse didn’t seem to care, thinking it was Walter.
“Finally, about damn time.”
You had your eyes on the door and the pair of eyes that came into contact with yours did not belong to the man you were waiting for.
“Why isn’t there anything cooking?” Another man, Victor, asked the both of you.
Jesse had realised that it wasn’t Walter and started to quickly pat all the air out of his suit, ripping the tube out and switching it off.
You felt your ears burn and your mouth going dry, “Um, Sorry, Walter isn’t here, like he was and then he left and we don’t know how to use the machines or anything,” you rambled on.
“Why did he leave?”
Jesse quickly answers him before you can, “Yo, that was like, totally my fault, I told him something and that caused him to like, run out, okay?”
Victor stared at you both for a few seconds, his face emotionless, before turning and leaving the lab without saying a single word after that.
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You and Jesse were sat silently, exactly like how the beginning of this started. You could notice in the corner of your eye, Jesse, once again, bored out of his mind, tapping his fingers against the table, dragging his palms over his face, raking his fingers through his hair, bouncing his leg. In the midst of the stillness, the landline rang. Your eyes shot up to the phone. You steadily got up and walked over to the phone and picked it up, holding it to your ear and mouth.
“Y/N?”
You heard the voice of Gus on the other side. You silently cursed to yourself as the anxiety started to build up within your body.
Taking a breath in, you answered, “Yes?”
“What is going on?”
“Oh, yeah, so… Walter was here and then Jesse told him about his brother-in-law, who is in the hospital-”
“I know Walter left, Victor called me,” he interrupted you, “Why are you messing around in the lab?”
“I-”
“I need you to act professionally, I can’t have someone with that behaviour working for me.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
He hung up. You placed the phone back.
When you turned around to walk back to your seat, you saw Jesse looking at you for a brief moment before he quickly turned away, pretending that he wasn’t watching you take the call. Falling back into your seat, you folded your arms on the table and rested your head on them, your face turned to the side.
“Uh, you good?” Jesse asked cautiously.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to sound as un-phased as you could.
The sound of his chair shifting was followed by footsteps walking away from you.
“Maybe, I could try calling him again.”
You didn’t answer him.
The sound of Jesse arguing with Walter on the phone bounced around in your head as you scribbled and doodled nonsense on the paper of your clipboard. Your pen slipping out of your fingers more than once from the sweat accumulating on your fingertips and palm. Your brain replayed the moment of Victor catching you both not doing the work you were supposed to be doing, and then your boss calling you about it. The disappointment and sternness of his voice echoed in your ears. The unfriendly eyes of Victor burned into your head.
The sound of Jesse scoffing brought you out of your our thoughts. You saw him slam the phone back onto the landline before he turned to you.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s doing!” he dragged his hands down his face, muffling his words.
You rolled your eyes, “Okay, well, I don’t know either.”
A bout of silence followed.
“Yo, you good? Like seriously, you’ve been all flat since you got that call,” Jesse looked at you sincerely.
You dropped your pen fully, “Yeah, uh, I just got a call from my boss asking about what was going on, It’s fine,” you brought your hand up to your hair and played with it, twisting it around your finger and raking it back, “Look, maybe we should just leave, I don’t think anything is going to get done, if Walter comes back it’s going to be too late.”
“Yeah… okay…” Jesse rubs the back of his neck.
You and Jesse were outside, standing by your parked cars, the chattering and clattering of the workers of the laundry facility filled your ears. Your fingers brushed your car door and just as you opened it, Jesse stepped into view.
“Hey, I’m sorry for getting you in trouble and shit, that was my fault, and I should have just kept my mouth shut when Mr. White was there,” his mouth forced a smile, expressing some sort of guilt.
You looked at him, “It’s okay,” you smiled warmly, “I had a fun time anyway.”
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The sound of your car tires against the rough pavement came to a halt as you parked in your driveway. Just as you turned the keys, your phone buzzed. You reach into your pocket and flip the phone open with your fingers, the vibrations of the call travelled through your fingertips as you stared at the screen. Answering the phone, you brought it up to your ear.
“I want 400 pounds by next week.”
WAITING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER...
a/n: whoops i WAS DOING ARTFIGHT AND IM EMPLOYED OK!!!!!!! im sorry a chapter this short does not take this long!! so so sorry.
ive also been rewatching breaking bad with my mum cus she hasnt seen it ^^ but hopefully ill actually lock in?
i cant tell if im happy with this just from a "should they have immediately bonded like that?" perspective but bro i dont even care no more its my fic
Walter White and Jesse Pinkman start working for their most intimidating distributer yet, Gustavo Fring. Alongside him is his assistant, who is Gustavo's supporting role in the business. They're given the role of watching over both Walter and Jesse in the lab. His assistant begins to grow closer to Jesse, which is constantly being pulled back.
"You shouldn't be having intimate relationships with our employee's, especially if they're a junkie."
Inspiration taken from "Measured Heat" by pixieekuromii on AO3 ♡
* NO AI WAS USED *
CH 1: Lab Troubles
No warnings
A large black car rolls through the gate of the industrial laundry facility, the sound of tires crunching along the dusty ground as it makes its way onto the pavement. The dull grey, concrete floors and faded blue bins filled with white fabrics acted as the front of a newly built underground lab for cooking meth.
You were waiting near the front of the building in your best professional image. Your boss, Gustavo Fring, had called you earlier to meet him and a new possible employee at the lab.
The car comes to a stop and parks before your feet, Gus comes out of the drivers side while another man exists the passenger seat. To your knowledge, Gus had been in contact with a man called Walter White, infamously known as Heisenberg in the meth business. He was the one who had been cooking up the purest blue meth that anyone had ever seen, and he was looking for a bigger and better distributor. Today was almost like a walkabout interview for Walter, giving him a feel of the fresh lab that had been set up by a current employee, who Walter would be working with if he accepts.
Even if he declines, Gus will always find a way.
Walter comes out of the car looking almost confused, his eyes squinting behind his glasses. Gus walks up to your side, in front of Walter, and gives him a warm smile.
“This is my assistant, Y/N,” Gus starts, “they’ll be joining us for today.”
Walter looks at you and a second later he reaches out to shake your hand which you gladly take.
“I- Uh, It’s nice to meet you,” he greets as he shakes your hand as if he’s unsure about the situation.
Gus motions to the entrance of the building, “Please.”
The three of you walk through the rooms of the laundry, past all the bins and machines that crank and whirr. The sound of people chattering in Spanish bounce off the walls and the sound of metal on metal stirs in everyone’s ears. Gus walks towards a particular washing machine, large enough to fit a person or two inside. He grabs the handle and slowly pulls it downwards, making the machine tip forward to reveal a red glow from underneath. You make your way in, followed by Gus and Walter who looks back out once more before following you suit.
You take a key out of your pocket and unlock the door at the bottom of the steps. Opening the door, you hold it open for Gus and Walter as they walk inside, before locking it behind you. As Gus turns the lights on, Walter furrows his eyebrows.
“What is this?”
Gus flicks on another switch on the wall to turn the main lights on, revealing the shiny equipment on the lower floor.
“Your new lab,” Gus answers nonchalantly.
Walter walks over to the handrail and gazes over the lower ground, as if it was a flourishing field of flowers. Gus stands next to you as the both of you watch the surprised man. Once he turns back to you both, Gus motions his hand, telling Walter to follow. The three of you tread lightly down the spiral staircase, the coldness of the metal handrails seeping into your hands, and the clanking of shoes on metal steps.
The floor of the lab is a deep red that matches the colour of the stairs and handrails across the higher balcony. All of the silver equipment is wrapped in layers of plastic and bubble wrap. Unopened boxes with red ‘FRAGILE’ stickers slapped across the sides litter the room.
“My god…” Walter immediately walks up to a piece of machinery, groping the bubble wrap, “Can I?”
He turns to look at you and Gus for permission.
“Of course!” You answer with a smile.
The now gleeful man tears the bubble wrap off as his face brightens.
“Thorium oxide for a catalyst bed,” Walter chuckles, “Look at the size of this reaction vessel.”
He turns back to look at both of you again with a grin on his face and Gus smiles back and nods.
“Oh… it’s got… It’s gotta be twelve hundred litres.”
He continues, “How- How did you know how to put this all together?”
Gus chimes in to answer another one of his questions, “We had excellent help, as will you.”
“It’s important that you feel like the equipment is up to standard as well as the layout,” you add, “Quite a lot of work went into this.”
Walter continues to walk around and examine everything, dragging his eyes up, down, and all around them. You and Gus have been standing in the same spot since you’ve come down the stairs. Walter makes his way back around to where you’re standing.
“I need two hundred pounds per week to make this economically viable.” Gus fills the silence, “You would choose your own hours of course, come and go as you please, so long as the quota is met.”
Another brief moment of silence fills the air.
“…So, will you go through with this? I can assure you it is exceptionally better than whatever system you had going on before,” You tell him.
Walter presses his lips into a firm line, “Sorry, the answer is still no… I have made a series of very bad decisions and I cannot make another one.”
Upon hearing his answer, you audibly exhale through your nose. Gus still stands with a firm posture and bores his eyes straight through the lens of Walter’s glasses. The energy in the room shifts as Gus opens his mouth.
“Why did you make these decisions?”
“For the good of my family,” Walter responds
“Then they weren’t bad decisions,” Gus says, “What does a man do, Walter? A man provides for his family.”
His wrinkles morph into a face of anger and frustration, “This cost me my family-”
Gus cuts him off, “When you have children, you always have family. They will always be your priority, your responsibility. And a man… A man provides. And he does it even when he’s not appreciated, or respected, or even loved.”
Subtle anger fills the words that fall out of Gus’ mouth. He steps closer to Walter, bringing himself right up to his face, eyes wide, yet controlled.
“He simply bears up, and he does it, because he’s a man.”
The intensity of Gus causes Walter to falter for a second. You also shift uncomfortably, afraid that one wrong move would make Gus give you a heart attack inducing lecture. Despite working with Gus for just under a year, you had no intentions of ever disappointing him in any capacity. He scared you at times, sure, who isn’t? But he still had a part of him that treated you as if you were some sort of child of his. You hated being told off, it made you feel like a child and those feelings felt way too frustrating to deal with.
You drag your eyes from the back of Gus’ head to Walter’s eyes. He occasionally shifts his eyes back to you.
Walter eventually breaks the dead air, “Okay,” he pauses for a second, I’ll do it.”
You can’t see your boss’ face but his demeanour immediately shifts and you can tell that he’s put a satisfied smile on his face, “Great, consider this the best deal you can get,” he brings his hand out to shake Walter’s.
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You had been down in the lab with Gale for just under thirty minutes, explaining how everything was going to work from now, the quota, working all day or any day, along with his new partner. Gale was someone you had spoken to a handful of times, you weren’t that close, but you both respected each other a lot and dearly appreciated his attitude and outlook on life. He has always had a strong work ethic and a bright mind, he was even the one to pick out the equipment and design the setup of the lab.
Your conversation with Gale was soon cut off by the sound of the machine opening rumbling from above, signalling that someone was coming down.
You turned to Gale, “Oh! That must be him.”
The door was pushed open by Walter as he held a small brown bag in his hand. You and Gale were right beneath the walkway he was standing on. Walter stood still for a second and looked around the room before Gale spoke up.
“Hello there.”
Walter’s face shifted to a look of confusion, the same look that he wore for most of yesterdays orientation. He looked around the lab before his eyes lowered to below his feet. Through the slits of the balcony the three of you made eye contact with each other. You gave Walter a warm smile.
“Mr. White, I presume?” Gale asked him.
Walter shifted his feet, “Oh, yes. Hi,” he responded, “Sorry, I’ll be right down.”
“Of course,” you said.
The bald mans steps echoed as he walked across the balcony and down the stairs. Gale took a sip of his ‘lab’ made coffee before getting up from his chair and walking towards the bottom of the stairs. You followed Gale and waited for Walter to come down.
Gale stepped forward once more once Walter came down, “Hi. Gale Boetticher,” he stuck his hand out as he tried to hide his smile of excitement.
Walter took his hand and shook it, “Hi.”
His cold face and deeper voice was a stark contrast to Gale’s cheery and joyful expression that he always had. Both Gus and Gale had assured you that Walter being the other lab assistant would work out well and get things done on time and in the expected quality.
“So!” You start, “Walter, this is your lab assistant, no one is above the other, you’re both equals here,” you tell him, you remembered something Gus had told you about Walter before you had met him. He told you that he had another partner he was cooking with, but they had gone their separate ways and Walter had a habit of wanting to be the bigger person, someone in control, even comparing himself to Gus.
“I’m here to supervise the lab as you work,” you finished with a small smile, mainly directing your words at Walter.
Walter slightly grumbled, “Supervising the lab?”
“Mainly you.”
“Me?” he pointed to himself.
“We’ve been working with Gale for a little bit now,” you told him, “Gus told me to, don’t think that we think you’re a hazard.”
Walter stood there, a look of disbelief washing over his features.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be in your way, just pretend I’m not here.”
“They’re great, really,” Gale added, trying to defuse whatever might come out of this.
For the rest of the day, Gale and Walter had discussed their own system and the recipe they were going to use for the meth. They even spent some time talking about Gale’s overly complicated, scientific coffee maker. It really was spectacular, he had made you try some beforehand and the taste buds in your mouth exploded when you did, even Walter seemed impressed by it.
You watched them crush and grind ingredients into powder, pour liquids into one another, stir things together. The sound of chattering between the two men and the sound of your pen scribbling on paper felt calming to your ears, you blended into the background of the lab. The normally dull atmosphere of the lab was transformed into a welcoming place, even Gale and Walter would stop between steps to play some chess, which you allowed, even though Gus might have not appreciated it.
Eventually the cook came to a close. You were happy with the work done, over two trolleys filled with trays of blue meth that needed to sit until its ready to be crushed. Everything had been cleaned up and set up for tomorrow, all of the lights had been turned off and the room settled.
“Great job with the work today, both of you,” you congratulated them.
Gale grinned at you, “Thank you.”
Walter simply acknowledged you with a nod.
Technically you were supposed to stay until everyone had left the lab, but you trusted Gale enough with Walter, and the cook was over and the two men were left to chat to each other. You decided to pack your things and head back to your place and report to Gus later on.
As you make your way to the stairs you gave them a wave, “Since the cook is done for today, I’m going to head out,” you said, “I’ll be back tomorrow, have a great rest of your day.”
“Yeah, you too,” Walter responded.
Gale waved back, “Have a good one!”
Just as you left the lab and exited the back of the washing machine, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You reached for your phone and opened it to see that your boss was calling you. Pressing your finger on the button, you held your phone up to your ear as you made your way to your car that was parked next to the building.
“How was it?”
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The next day, you were back in the lab with Gale. Walter was running late which was very unlike him. Despite Walter not being there, Gale wanted to start the cook, saying that Walter wouldn’t want the cook to be held up by anything, you let him. Eventually the sound of the machine upstairs rumbling became audible. Thirty seconds later, the door opened and in came Walter. His demeanour was already more hostile than his regular self.
“Hello,” Gale greeted him, “We were starting to get worried.”
Walter came downstairs and made a beeline to the mini fridge.
“What happened?” you asked.
He replied, “Car trouble.”
“Oh, that’s a bummer,” Gale rubbed his hands around the cup of coffee he had made, “You should call me next time, I’ll pick you up.”
Walter placed his paper bag in the fridge and headed over to the red lockers. Walking past the both of you, he looked down at Gale’s shoes.
“No sandals today?” he commented as he ignored Gale’s offer.
The man beside you looked at Walter with widened eyes, slightly taken aback by his comment, “Uh… Well I just thought- A bit more professional.”
The sound of the locker clanging against the frame echoed throughout the lab as Walter started unbuttoning his shirt. Gale placed his mug down and went up to his own locker besides Walters and opened it.
“Anyway, everything is on track.” you said out loud.
Gale started unbuttoning his own shirt, “That’s right, we got our distillate. Just waiting to-”
“Let’s get our trays ready,” Walter interrupted him, “Clean, no moisture.”
“Done,” you answered sternly.
His expression faltered for a second, “Is our…? Our solvent filtered?”
“I thought you might ask that,” Gale responded gleefully, turning to you as well, “Done.”
“That’s good,” Walter responded with a dull tone.
“You know, this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
After the two men got their yellow hazmat suits on and their gas masks, they continued the rest of the cook for the day. Everything was going as well as it normally would, except for the fact that Walter seemed more agitated today. You thought nothing of it. Just male things. A few minutes went by, you had been scribbling nonsensical things on the paper you were supposed to be taking notes on, not paying attention to anything, until Walter’s voice cut through the silence.
“Gale,” he started harshly, “What temperature did you set here?”
Gale picked up the clipboard in front of him and read out the relevant information, “Station five, seventy-five C.”
“I said eighty-five.”
Walter had already been oozing hostility since he walked in but now it felt like he was doing it on purpose. Something was bugging him and he was taking it out on Gale.
You defended Gale, “I wrote it down, You said seventy-five,” you told him, tapping your pen against your clipboard.
“Well, you both wrote it wrong, I said eighty-five-”
“It’s fine,” you interjected, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you today, but you need to calm down.”
Walter scoffed audibly and slowly turned to look at you. He started walking towards you, his eyebrows furrowing and the wrinkles around his face becoming more prominent.
“I need to calm down? Do you know how much product we’ve just lost? I feel like you should be a little more concerned about this?”
“Walt-”
“I can assure you that you don’t understand how important it is to be precise with this. You’re too young to be telling me what is and isn’t fine, what do you know about any of this!?”
“I’m sorry,” Gale said timidly from behind Walter, wringing his hands together.
Walter pulled his face away from yours and flung his hands up sarcastically, “Great.”
“You’re sorry, meanwhile, you’ve just brewed fifty gallons of useless sludge,” he walked back to the machine and looked at Gale, “Congratulations,” he said bluntly.
“Just dump it, Dump it all.”
You shied away for the rest of the day and you could tell that Gale was doing the same. Walter had roughly dumped out all of the ruined product and cleaned the inside of the machine with the help of Gale. The three of you decided that there wasn’t enough time to fix up a new batch that same day so you would leave that for another day. Everyone left the lab as quickly and quietly as possible, not wanting to cause another outburst.
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You were back home. The TV was playing a random shitty reality show that you were absentmindedly watching as you ate shitty food. You didn’t want to think about the next time the three of you had to come to the lab together again, you couldn’t stand the potential awkwardness.
As you were thinking about what had happened today, your phone buzzed, sending vibrations through the table it was sitting on. You picked it up and realised that Gus was calling you. Your stomach dropped, praying that Walter hadn’t complained about today. Grabbing the remote, you turned the volume down on the TV, you sat up and answered the phone.
“Y/N,” Gus said before you could greet him.
Your brain stuttered for a second, “Yes- Yes, Hi, is something wrong?” you asked him.
“Did something happen in the lab today?” he asked in a stern tone.
“Oh… Yeah there was a bit of a mistake with the process and Walter said that it was unusable so we had to-” your rambling got cut off before it spiralled out of control.
“I mean, did something happen between Walter and Gale?”
You paused for a moment, “Apparently Gale had messed something up and Walter was extremely frustrated at him for the rest of the day.”
Gus didn’t respond.
“Why?” you asked quietly.
“Walter wants to change lab partners.”
NEXT CHAPTER...
a/n : hi… sorry, very short first chapter, i wanted to make this 5k at LEAST, i kinda wanted all of the chapters to be at the very least 5k but i think itll be okay since jesse doesn't show up at all in this chapter.
I HAVE ALSO POSTED THIS ON AO3, MY AO3 IS ON MY PROFILE!
also also also i haven't watched better call saul, whoops, i had to finish widows bay and im almost finished with from, (my mum wanted me to watch these shows and you know what she was right, these shows are fucking awesome) but yeah once i finish from ill start bcs!!! ANYWAY. my point was my characterisation might not be PERFECT and some things from that show might not get mentioned at all… i dont want to watch 6 seasons before writing a fanfic… ill just watch it as i write yk </3
anyway pt2, hope you like it… and you enjoy the upcoming chapters… i promise i planned everything out :p also also also also i might not be super active in july because im doing artfight for the first time gulp…
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yo so i finished brba (probably watching el camino tmr) + watched the digital circus movie so i might get onto the brba fic soon. i kinda wanted to wait until i watched better call saul before i started writing for the sake of characterisation but idk ill see how it goes...
itll be a while before i watch better call saul as i had planned AND PROMISED someone to watch two other shows first!!!
i also might write a tadc fic (jax). without spoiling, i enjoyed the movie but i would like to change some things that happened/some of the character development/characterisation cus i feel like it wasnt as fleshed out as i would have liked ^^
hmmm ihnmaims fans on tiktok acting like they havent been in a fandom space before . i say we subject AM to the wonders and horrors of the internet !! pls keep the art , cosplays , and fanfics coming i say 🤷🙎
