Love Beyond Containment (Dr.Buck x Male SCP reader)

SCP - 1548

- 1 Week Later -

Returned to his cell, Y/n stepped out of the crate into containment. The room was basically the same, besides the 6x10 pool opening where the wall used to the be.

Y/N: What's this?

Y/n peered into the water searching it curiously as Amelia sat at the observation table with a smile.

Amelia: Your replicate sea enclosure, a pool so we can avoid any more medical situations... Go ahead, we got as close to Unst coastal waters as possible.

Y/n took a moment, he trusted the foundation as much as he trust a grenade with no pin; however, he trusted Amelia so slowly he climbs into the cold salty pool.

Amelia took a newly installed door that lead to a staircase and into an observation room, much like 496 the pool had one wall which was a thick pane of clear glass.

She took a seat at a separate desk looking over a computer terminal. It had the tank specifications for Ph, temperature, organism and hazardous material rates.

Amelia: How does it feel 8812?

Y/N: It feels great... Thanks Amelia

He swam down to eye level with her pressing his hand to glass, Amelia hesitated but she put her hand on the glass where his hand was. It took a minute but Amelia spoke up switching into her iconic foundation identity.

Amelia: Please refrain from first names 8812, we are not that close and secondly its unbecoming of staff to allow such behaviour.

Y/N: Right... Sorry, I uh... I overstepped-

Amelia: It's fine. How are you feeling? The antibiotics, physicals, any other wounds...

Y/N: I've been be feeling fine. Pretty good actually, my ribs still sting if I over do it but im functional.... Maybe the water though...

Amelia: The water?

Y/N: It feels... A little thick... Or heavy?

Amelia: Oh... I see....

She looks to the monitor on the desk with the current programs running on screen.

' Reality Anchor Emitter Level : 99.4% '
' Defib Auto-Surge Breach Detect : ON '
' MTF Intervention Status : Standby '
' Filtered Neural Suppressants : Active '

Amelia: Its probably just a nasal or sensory side effect from the antibiotics... Should pass in no time.

Amelia moved the conversation passed that topic, instead she invoked an entirely different discussion.

Amelia: 8812, what do you know about the tattoo or birthmark on your back?

Y/N: Huh? Oh, Ichabod?

Amelia: Ichabod?

Y/N: Oh yeah, the moving birthmark? Felt right to give it a name ya know especially with all we've been through.

Amelia: Does Ichabod... Talk to you?

Y/N: Talk? No, but it alerts me.

Amelia: Alerts you? How so?

Y/N: Well naturally since the beginning of time, humans have had that Hunter's protective instinct?

Amelia: That magnetic perception? The sense of being watched.

Y/N: Yeah. Ichabod enhances that, sending like vibrations up my spine when something behind me or if something is worse then it appears...

Amelia: That's how you knew 682 was a threat outside your capability.