This one's for...Jaya4eva! Cyrus X Nya!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ninjago.

Nya's POV

I was sitting on the couch in the living room when Zane walked in.

"Nya?" He asked.

"Yes, Zane?"

"P.I.X.A.L. has informed me that Cyrus Borg would like to see you," he said.

I smiled at him. "Okay. I will be at Borg Industries in a few minutes."

As I rode up the elevator to Cyrus' office, I wondered what he could need me for.

When I got to the top, I found him wheeling around, looking at various computer screens.

"Mister Borg?" I asked, "You wanted to see me?"

He turned around, then smiled when he saw me.

"Ah, Miss Smith! A pleasure to see you. Anyways, we've had quite a bit of trouble with our main power source, and I was wondering if you would mind helping me fix it, if you had the time?"

I smiled.

"Sure, Mister Borg!"

So, a few minutes later, we were in the power room, talking about random stuff and fixing the power.

I cracked open the main source of power, a piece of energy kind of like Zane's power source.

I picked it up with gloved hands.

"Did you make this?" I asked, examining the blueish green thing.

Cyrus nodded.

"I did indeed."

I tilted my head.

"How did you make it?"

"When P.I.X.A.L. got have of Zane's power source, she allowed me to examine it. I was fascinated, so I decided to make one similar to his to power the entire building."

I placed it on a steel tray.

"Interesting," I said, "how long did it take to make?"

"About five weeks, but it was worth my time. It hasn't failed once."

I played with a few wires, connecting them other wires. Eventually, I managed to fix the problem, and I put the power piece back in its place.

"Well, I think that's about it," I said, cleaning up my mess of tools.

Cyrus smiled at me.

"Thank you very much, Miss Smith. Allow me to pay you for your services," he started, but I cut him off.

"No need for payment, Mister Borg," I said.

He frowned. "Nonsense!"

I shook my head.

"It's really okay. I had a lot of fun today."

He smiled.

"Well, if you won't accept payment..." he sighed, then said, "if you ever need a job or a home, then you'd better come see me. Also, I grant you full access to my workshop! 24/7!"

I gasped!

"I insist," he said. "Thank you for helping me fix this. I was a bit short-handed today."

I was unable to keep the smile off of my face.

"Thank you, Mister-"

"Please," he interrupted, "call me Cyrus."

I started over. "Thank you, so much, Cyrus,"

I kissed his forehead before skipping out.