A/N: I wanted this to be longer, but my brain hit a standstill. So it got shortened. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sorry. Kevin's POV.
Toolbox
I got my toolbox just because I could originally. I just wanted something that I could call my own. So I got a toolbox because I knew I could need it someday.
The first things I put in it were just minor things that I could need. I kept food in there for traveling and I kept a spare key in there for wherever I was currently staying. Also had a couple of rocks in there and batteries for just in case purposes. It was like a mini-suitcase for me. It was just what I needed.
When guys started dealing me car parts in exchange for alien tech, I knew it wasn't a fair trade, but it was good for me. If they gave me parts, I could get the full deal. An actual car. And maybe I could put my toolbox to use the way it was supposed to be used.
To keep things fair, I asked for rare things with high prices that were hard to find almost anywhere. To get the tech, they had to find me the nicest engine and the biggest wheels and the best paint job that money could buy. If I was going to get myself a car, I was going to get it right. I wasn't about to cheap out. I knew my other dealers were capable of getting me what I wanted and I played with that to my advantage. I was getting a car.
Once I had all the pieces, I decided to dump all the garbage from my little red toolbox and put in the stuff I actually needed. Pliers, a wrench. Car stuff. Screwdriver. Spare bolts. Just the stuff I would need to build a car.
So I built my car. I trained myself. I built a car. I built my car. It was my baby, my ride, my car. It was mine. And I used my toolbox to build it. Sweat and blood had been poured into that car and I loved every second of it. I had a ride and that was what I had wanted. By the end of it, I had the toolbox filled up with tools and small spare parts and anything I could ever need. Taedenite was just a bonus in the mix when I threw that in there.
When I finally finished my car, paint job and all, I took a marker and wrote my name on my toolbox. Because I actually accomplished something for once. And it was almost entirely legal. That toolbox went from being useless to being my best defense. It made me a car.
It meant so much to me. And it built me a car and that car got me anything I had wanted. It got me a job and it got me to a deal where I met those Tennysons again and I got where I wanted to be.
Last thing I added to my toolbox was the Plumbers badge I had been waiting all those years to get.
A/N: I like it. Reviews are welcomed! Thanks for reading!
~Sky