Warning: This story has slash (boyxboy), if this offends you then please hit the back button. :)
Gibson's voice was soft as he huddled over one of his many experiments. Mumbled equations and and curses. He did not notice the figure sitting in the corner, quietly watching. The figure was not suppose to be there, no one was. Gibson made the lab off limits to anyone other than himself. He needed time alone for his experiments, no time for bothersome interruptions; he needed to work.
The team had been hesitant, but they respected the scientist's wish for isolation. They merely walked by his door only stopping for a moment before moving on. Not even Otto dared to bother Gibson. Yet Sparx was there hiding in the shadows watching.
He enjoyed seeing Gibson like this, focused and soft-spoken as he whispered to the chemicals. Sparx rarely heard that voice. Gibson was always arguing or yelling at him. It was rare to hear Gibson's voice so tender, to hear soft compliments and endearments.
Sparx never remembered what they argued about. A spilled chemical, a broken item, an appropriately timed kiss ("We're in public, SPRX-77!" "So? Everyone knows we're together!"). All the screams sounded the same, but the whispers, oh the whispers. That is what Sparx will always remember. The quiet compliments as he passed by in the hallway ("You looked handsome during training today."), the soft scolding set off with a teasing smile when they sat for breakfast ("Stop scarfing down your food, I'm not doing the Heimlich if you choke."), and the whispered endearments against his fur when they were curled up for bed ("I love you.").
Even those moments on top of the robot where they would just talk as they stared up at the stars. Little conversations that were lost in the wind, but meant so much to the pilot. These moments were special.
Gibson cursed loudly as hands slammed against the table. Sparx snapped out of his thoughts and watched just as test tubes and beakers of chemicals were swept off the table and crashed to the floor. Sparx said nothing as Gibson screamed with frustration a proceeded to tear up every paper in reach. All his work. More equipment was tossed in a fit of anger and Sparx was sure the team could hear their scientist's fit. They could hear the breaking glass and the angry yells. They hear Gibson cursing every being under the sun and screaming at the unfair universe.
Sparx did nothing; he let Gibson scream and curse and destroy. He let him stand there after the damage was done, let him drop to his knees, let the tears roll down his cheeks.
"He was mine..." Gibson whispered weakly. Sparx slowly stood and walked towards Gibson.
"He was mine..." Gibson whimpered, his voice cracking as his tears came more and more. "He was mine...and I let him get taken away..."
Sparx could only look down at him sadly. "..."
"I failed him..." Gibson choked on a sob before he broke.
Loud sobs and cries filled the room, Gibson no longer able to contain himself. No longer able to keep up the facade. No longer able to deny the truth. Sparx knew the ream heard his rage and he knew they could hear the tears, but they won't come. No matter how much it hurts, they won't come through the door.
-Sparx dropped to the scientist's level and cupped his cheek, looking sadly at his lover's heartbroken face.-
No, the team won't come through the door.
-He pressed his lips against Gibson's forehead. "I love you..." Sparx whispered before his form slowly faded away from his oblivious lover.-
Because for the first time in the past month, Gibson was mourning Sparx's death.
A/N: Whoops, I angsted...:'D Sorry about the depressing story :'D