[Blackwatch]

I would like to begin by saying that I've been coming here for years and felt that perhaps I should contribute something in thanks for all of the content I've had access to. I am not a particularly talented writer but I figured I would try to share this one story anyway. If you like it, great, I'm glad I could be of service. If not, feel free to tell me why in the thread (though I'm sure people are more than willing to oblige on that front). I am aware that I'm no great writer and any help is appreciated.

I will be posting the story in parts as I complete them. Part one (below) doesn't have any process but part two (which I will post immediately after) has some. There will be more as the story continues but I may not be able to complete chapters on any sort of timeline. If you are enjoying the story, please be patient, I'll get back to it when I can. I will be able to post word files if a block of text is a bad call. If for some reason the demand is there, I'll post them when I can. Without further ado, here is Golden Sequence...

Part 1

"You want me to what?!" I asked.

"Be my lab assistant for the day Glenn. I really need you for this," she replied with a light Scottish accent. I took in my surroundings once again as a number of beakers, test tubes, centrifuges, and miscellaneous other bits of lab equipment I couldn't name seemed to stare back at me. All this was crammed into a brightly lit, well-kept, and relatively compact laboratory space around me. In the center of it all was Ailsa Blair, the woman of my dreams, and M.I.T's smartest Masters student. If intelligence were measured by brain mass, she'd be a proverbial humpback whale to my relatively large rhinoceros. The fact that she found that line romantic just proved it had to be love. That or she was completely mad.

"I'm not sure if you do. I'm an English teacher sweetie. What good can I do in a lab?" I asked.

"It's nothing complicated, just an injection. I just can't do it by myself and I don't think my professors would... approve..." she said.

"Why not?"

"Well, they want to test my invention on a volunteer but I thought it might be dangerous, and, well, I don't want to give to someone else something I wouldn't take myself. I'm not going to make some poor bloke do it," she explained.

"Ok, let me connect the dots here. You, Ailsa, my girlfriend, want me, Glenn, the English teacher, to inject you with a dangerous chemical. Ok. Sure. Why not?!" I ranted.

"Look, I said it 'might' be dangerous. It just has a radioactive element but it didn't cause any problems in animal subjects," she said.

"Oh, well, good then. What does it do exactly?"

"It's a growth serum..."

"Seriously?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I designed it to help make animals and plants larger so that, if we can produce it at a low enough cost, it could help solve food shortages around the world. But if it's not safe in a human then we can't really use it for anything," she replied.

"And you'll just stick yourself with it then?" I asked.

"I... yeah, that is the long and short of it. It's a slow release formula based off of the Fibonacci sequence. Are you familiar with that?" she inquired.

"Yeah, the number gets bigger because you keep adding the previous two digits together right? They mentioned it in 'Pi'," I explained.

"Right, so the batch I whipped up will make me taller, but since I'm already so short, it won't be that drastic," she said. Glancing her over, she was rather small. Ailsa measured just at the 5' mark and was very slender. She had this gorgeously rich, shoulder length, red hair that most writers would describe as 'spun copper' which apparently does happen in reality from time to time. Sea blue eyes peered out from behind her wire frame glasses and her cream colored skin had a light dusting of freckles. Her breasts just broke the A cup measurement, but I didn't care at all. She was simply beautiful. Her attire consisted of a traditional lab coat, a deep blue, button-up, short sleeved blouse, a black skirt that went down to slightly past her knee, and a pair of sensible, one inch, black heels.

"So you're still afraid of needles then?" I asked gingerly. She simply nodded as she collected a few pills, what looked like a pencil case, some disinfectant, and a black marker. She then took these over to a loveseat tucked away in the corner of the lab, took off her lab coat, and sat down. "I've constructed this formula to translate the numbers more or less into inches so we can chart progress or any lack thereof. Assuming all goes according to plan; I'll end up at 5'7" after going through the first five numbers of the sequence. Hopefully the gradual change will prevent my body from overloading," she said while opening the pencil case, which revealed two syringes.

"It was kind of them to let you make some formula, especially with that radioactive stuff. It can't be cheap," I said.

"Yeah, about that... I sort of, nicked it," she replied.

"You WHAT?!"

"You know, pinched, uh, stole?"

"I know what it means!"

"Look, don't worry about that, ok?" she pleaded while reaching in a nearby drawer for an armband. She tightened it around her left arm and left two small dots above the band with her marker. "The trick here is to make sure you get the serum directly into my blood stream. That way the growth is even. I designed a failsafe to ensure the particles more or less 'deactivate' if they don't start in the blood stream to avoid unfortunate... complications," she explained.

"Right, so is that why you marked two places?" I asked.

"Exactly, if you think you missed, then I have a backup syringe that has the exact same formula. If you aren't sure, and this is important, do not use the other syringe. If I get two doses going, then I'll end up... much larger than anticipated," she said.

"How much larger?"

"Approximately, say, another 7 feet or so."

"Well, surely you have a cure or something, don't you?"

"Not as such."

"What's the worst that could happen then?" I asked, trying my best not to hyperventilate.

"Well, the worst would be that the nuclear energy releases all at once and I sort of melt into a fine puddle, but I think we worked that out," she replied with only a hint of sarcasm. "Anyway, I'll take my pills here, which should be enough for five minutes of unconsciousness. The rest is up to you," she stated, shoving the pills into her mouth.

"I must really love you to let you do this, but since when could I say no to you?" I asked myself more than anything.

"Since never," she replied, slowly closing her eyes into a gentle sleep. I reached over into the case, pulled out a syringe, removed the cap, and started trying to line up the needle with her mark.

"Here goes everything," I muttered. I pressed the plunger for about 5 seconds out to a line she had marked and removed the needle at what felt like a year later. Afterward, I stepped back and watched as she continued to breathe peacefully on the loveseat. A minute passed by, and then another when I started to worry. Nothing was happening. Something should be happening.

Fearing that I somehow screwed up, I grabbed the other syringe, removed the cap in one fluid motion, and set it up to the other dot. After mumbling a quick prayer, I pierced her arm again and pressed the plunger.

End of Part 1