A/N: This is my first, AU story. I've written a few Fan-fics of creek, but i always feel like its lacking heart. So here is Tweek and Craig with a few other of our favorites thrown into a chaotic space adventure. I hope you guys like it, and if you think of any good character pairing i should add let me know. This is a work in progress and I'm more than happy to explore new ideas!
Craig leaned back in his chair reading over the glowing text on the monitor in front of him. "Target: Alex Greenwall, highly dangerous wanted dead or alive for multiple counts of murder and rape. Last seen heading toward Varth'nark Outer Rim Terminal Station. Reward: 20,000 credits."
There was more information of course they'd always put the entire life story down for you to analyze to help find the targets. That just wasn't Craig's style, he skimmed across what he cared for, basic description, what the assholes liked and, of course that lovely reward. Funny how traveling across the stars had been his childhood dream, he just never thought he'd be traveling all over space hunting down criminals.
"We'll be docking within the hour." Token called from the cockpit. Craig made his way across the deck looking out towards the large hunk of rock with what looked like scrap metal jutting out of it.
"Please for the love of god tell me that's not the station." Craig groaned at the site of what could easily pass as a space junkyard.
"That's it," Token chuckled. "Man, I thought our ship looked bad! You're going to have a hell of a time finding anyone in that mess." He looked over the stations database knowing Craig wouldn't have read the report. "Varth'nark is the home of many war refugees, also well known to be the home of many who have a strong hatred for the Galactic Enforcement Agency. You should defiantly keep your head down and watch your back while down there."
"I'll be fine," Craig grunted as he slid on a old tattered jacket and holstering a pistol under it. "I'm not exactly a big fun of the G.E.A. myself and besides, I'm sure with my lack of any style as you so put it I'll fit right in."
"Just don't get killed out there dickweed, flying back home with nothing to show for it would be quite the financial loss." Token said coolly as he flipped a few switches bringing the ship into the station.
"Trust me, I'm not going to die on this shit hole." Craig laughed as he stepped into the airlock. It was amusing how someone like Token would be best friend with him for eleven years. They met back at the space academy when they were eight and somehow they became close friends. When they turned eighteen Token helped fund Craig's dream of traveling the stars by investing in a future as bounty hunters. It was rough at first, after all they had agreed that Token would be the pilot and he'd be the actual one getting his hand dirty. After a year though, Craig was quite impressed with the fact that he'd avoided death. Even though he did have some close calls, the experiences had allowed him to become quite proficient at tracking down his targets.
Walking through the entire station was like walking in the slums back home. Everyone seemed broken, as if they've all given up and accepted this is where they'll die. Even the market looked bleak and unenticing. Finding someone in this hell hole may be trickier than Craig first thought. He sighed heavily looking at the terminal map to see where he should even begin, noticing that many of the areas on this station are completely uninhibited. For such a shabby looking station it sure was fucking big enough, maybe he should call Token and ask for his assistance. He mulled over that thought only for a moment deciding against it, last time he had gotten him to help he never shut up about it.
"You're looking for that weird guy that just came through aren't you!" A boy with hazel eyes and messy brown hair exclaimed as he knelled over winded from his sprint towards him.
"I don't know what your talking about." Craig said looking back at the map. He could say yes and probably end his search faster, but the chance this could end his search with him getting killed wasn't worth the risk.
"Please, the bastard took my friend! I'll pay you, I'll be your slave, I'll do anything just save my friend please!" The boy gripped on Craig's arm tears flowing down his cheek. He probably wasn't lying, but Craig wasn't the hero type this wasn't his problem.
"Look kid, I doubt you have enough money for me to risk my neck for your friend. As well as what good would I have for a slave like you? Only another fucking mouth to feed on my ship." Craig grumbled as he threw the kid off his arm. Returning his gaze to the map, the more he looked at the map the more annoyed he became. It would take him weeks if not months to scour this stupid fucking station, and the wailing child which looked about his age further annoyed him. He just wouldn't quit, grabbing his leg begging for his help, with a heavy sigh Craig decided it'd probably be best to at least see what the brat could offer. "What's your name, and do you have any worth wild skills I could actually fucking make use of?" Craig grumbled pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"C-Clyde! I'm the best mechanic around here, which I know isn't saying much but I can fix anything!" He yelled happily as if he wasn't just wailing like a five year old child on the floor seconds ago.
"Well now, that is a quite useful skill. Fine I'll take you up on your offer." If nothing else at least a free mechanic could help out with some repairs and shut Token up for a while.
"Great! I'll lead you to where I last saw him!" Clyde shouted excitedly grabbing Craig's hand and dragging him through the crowded corridors. They ended up in one of the hazards zones, the area looked to be barely holding up as if one wrong movement would cause the entire area to become one big vacuum.
"This, is just fucking great." Craig sighed with annoyance. "Lets hurry up and get this asshole and your friend before they decide to lock down this area."
"Y-you want me to go over there?!" Clyde shrieked in surprise backing away slowly.
"Holy fuck, stay here then! God dammit! Why is everyone so fucking useless!" Craig yelled as he jumped off the broken doorway down into the rubble. This was defiantly where he was hiding, he could feel it. He moved quickly and stealthily through the tight areas, half the walls had fallen over leaving only thin metal sheets that protected him from being sucked out into space. Breathing was beginning to get difficult as he noticed the air filtration system for this area must have been disabled as well. Through the stiff stagnate air he could hear screaming, he was close he could feel it. Moving towards a half broken down wall that led into a vast room, light shined through the cracks and he heard the sound of crying.
"Please, let me go!" The voice cried out in pain.
"God, you really are just to cute!" Another voice laughed hysterically with glee. Craig peeked through the hole to see a tall man with dark black hair that fit the description of his target took a blade and quickly slash into the cheek of the blonde in front of him.
"Augh! Why!" He screamed as he struggled with his hands tied behind his back. He looked up at his captor, bright green eyes pleading for him to stop as tears rolled down his cheeks. His hair was a mess of blonde streaks going in every direction. Seeing this boy made Craig's heart clench up feeling something he'd never felt before. His hands begun to shake with a furious rage, why did he suddenly care so much what happened to this guy. He quickly but quietly stepped into the room, putting his finger to his mouth to gesture for the boy on the floor to keep quite about him being there. The look in his eyes as he saw Craig, bloomed with hope. He quickly struggled harder yelled vulgarity at the man in front of him to make as much noise as possibly why keeping his attention focused on him.
"The things I'm going to do with that dirty mouth of yours!" The man growled as he back handed the blonde causing him to stumble backwards. Craig was right behind him now, he could easily knock him out and take him alive for the bonus. So why did his hand move for his gun, standing up his body moved on its own as he raised the gun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger.
"Fucking trash!" He mumbled as the body before him fell limply to ground a gaping hole with blood splattered across the floor before left in his head. Craig ran over to the blonde who was curled up in a ball whimpering on the floor. Quickly he cut the rope that was around his wrist freeing his hands, "Are you o-..." He stopped cut off from the sudden embrace from the other boy holding him tightly crying into his chest. He could feel his cheeks warming with color, he'd never felt anything like this before.
"T-thank you!" He wailed holding Craig tightly before slowly drifting out of consciousnesses. Craig bandaged him up ensuring there were no fatal wounds before laying him down and moving towards the lifeless body on the floor. Craig scanned in his mark, waiting for the approval of payment before carefully carrying the mysterious blonde boy in his arms back to the entrance. Looking down as his sleeping face, even with the slighted bruised and bandaged he looked stunningly beautiful. He'd never felt anything for anyone before really. Not to say he hasn't made love or had sex, it was just always a mute feeling. The last girl he was with left him because he wouldn't ever say he felt things for her, let alone say he loved her. Yet here was this random boy he just met, this nameless angel that he wanted to hold close and protect.
"Tweek!" Clyde screeched as he jumped down to help Craig carry him. "I-is he... p-please tell me hes okay!" Clyde wailed standing close now looking at Tweek in Craig's arms, he looked so peaceful.
"He's fine, just a little banged up from the experience and collapsed." Craig assured him. "Help me get him to the ship, he needs to rest and you have a debt to repay now."
"W-wait I was just kidding about the slave thing man!" Clyde laughed panicking as Craig walked by him.
"Kidding or not, I own your ass now."
Craig laid the blonde boy who'd he only assumed was named Tweek in his bed. Clyde seemed to be getting along well with Token even after his initial hesitation. Probably had something to do with the fact that Token said he wouldn't allow him to be a slave and he'd get his fair share of payment as long as he pulled his weight. Craig argued that he was throwing away free labor but he knew Token was right, it wasn't right for him to force that upon the dumb kid. Besides he seems to be quite skilled with repairs, even impressing Token by fixing quite a few things that they thought they'd have to replace altogether. He stepped out of his cabin allowing Tweek to rest, and check on the newest addition to the crew.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you had an old Star Chaser! These ships were supposedly all dismantled!" Clyde beamed as he scurried about messing with panels and switches.
"It was on the list to be, but we bought it before they could since it was on a good sale. Whats so impressive about it anyways." Craig mumbled hiding the joy he felt from someone finally liking his ship.
"These ships used an old warp drive system that's since been outlawed due to the fact that they can be extreme explosive. Rumor even has it they could cause a black hole!" Clyde explained as he pulled open a latch that neither Craig nor Token knew even existed. "Of course that would only happen if you had someone working on it who didn't know how to handle one of these babies!" A large smile bloomed on Clyde'ss face. "It's still intact to!" He ducked down inside the panel only a moment later did the ships system change from its everlasting orange to a vibrant green.
"What did you just do!" Token yelled running over to the latch Clyde had ducked into.
"I restarted the system, it should work like a charm now!" Clyde stumbled out of the hole closing the hidden panel back up. "It was likely disabled a long time ago before it was sold, so that who ever bought it couldn't risk using it wrong and causing it to blow up or worse!"
"Explain to me how that's a good thing?" Craig sighed, "I'm all for speed but it doesn't help if we blow ourselves up dumbass."
"We wont, at least we shouldn't as long as our ace pilot is as good as he says he is!" Clyde barked in defense.
"Why don't you just explain how this drive works so I don't kill us all." Token said defusing any tension in the air. "Shouldn't you check on our guest as well Craig, pretty sure anyone would be awake from all the yelling." Token scolded Craig as if he was talking to a child. It always pissed him off when he talked down to him like that, even if he was fucking right.
"Whatever fuck you." Craig retorted with his signature gesture lifting his middle finger and he walked away. He stepped back in the room to see a figure sitting upright in his bed, blankets thrown around him with only his bright green eyes visible. He was shaking quite a bit and looked like he was on the verge of tears, trying to deiced whether he should make a bolt for it or not.
"Wh-who are you, what do you want with me!" Tweek cried out backing away to the corner of the bed until his back was against the wall.
"My name is Craig Tucker, you were being held prisoner by some sick bastard and I saved you remember?" Craig said softly as he sat at the edge of the bed carefully keeping his distance not to frighten Tweek further.
"T-that wasn't a dream was it..." Tweek mumbled letting the blanket fall from around him and reaching a hand up to touch the bandage on his cheek wincing slightly from the touch.
"No, I'm sorry." Craig apologized. Now he was sure there was something wrong with him, Craig Tucker doesn't say sorry, not even when its his fault. Yet here he was apologizing for nothing just to comfort the shaky mess of a boy on his bed.
"It's not your fault... thank you for saving me." Tweek whispered letting the blanket completely fall away.
"I was just doing my job, after all your friend paid me to find you." Craig grumbled, he wasn't sure who he was trying to convince anymore.
"Clyde's here!?" Tweek exclaimed with excitement rushing forward and practically falling off the bed. Only saved my Craig's quick reflexes as he caught and pulled back both of them falling into the bed next to to each other. Tweek looked into the gray blue eyes and before he knew what he was doing he found himself pressing his lips against Craig's.