Disclaimer: Not mine

Explanation: Um, about the crackiness of this pairing... I claimed Domon at a fic challenge community on LiveJournal. The idea is that I write ten fics, and each one features my claim in a different pairing. It wasn't my claim was accepted that it occurred to me that Timeranger has a relatively small cast (I'm special like that). Hence, I wound up writing what might be the world's first Domon/Robota fic (their love could be denied only for so long).

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Domon was fed up.

He had shared a room with four of his brothers, for crying out loud. He was used to falling asleep with other people nearby-- or so he had thought. But between Tatsuya's tendency to talk in his sleep and Ayase's really creepy habit of lying motionless (to the point where Domon would sometimes check to make sure he was still breathing), he couldn't even keep his eyes shut.

Domon finally gave up and got out of the bottom bunk. There was no way he'd be getting any sleep-- might as well see what Sion was watching on television. And maybe, just maybe he'd find whatever he needed so he could nod off with Sion instead of his roommates.

He took the blanket with him, just in case this turned out to be his lucky night.

"Sion, you mind if I talk to you for a little--"

Domon's blood ran cold at the sight in front of him.

"Good evening Domon, Time! Did you have a good sleep, Time?" Robota's levers squeaked as he waved his arms up and down.

"You-- but-- what did you do with Sion?!" There was a good chance that he had waken everyone else up with that outburst, but he was well past the point of caring.

"Oh, he was called in for some work-- a hotel's air conditioner broke, Time!"

"You're joking." Domon tossed the blanket onto the couch. It made a little sense, especially on a night in the middle of summer, but he had his suspicions about any sort of business that would hire a teenage boy at this hour (and okay, Sion would probably be more alert than whoever made the call, but still).

"All right, I believe your story so far," Domon almost growled as he towered over the tiny 'bot. "But what are you doing up? Shouldn't he have turned you off if you have nothing to do?"

"But I do have a job, Time!"

Domon did not like where this was going. "... Which is?"

"Sion knows you wake up sometimes, Time! He told me to take care of you like he would if you did, so he gave me a new subroutine so I'd love you as much as he does, Time!"

He had to lean against the wall to keep from completely collapsing. "No-- not even Sion's that crazy!"

"But he did," Robota chirped joyfully-- a direct contrast to the almost sinister look the dimmed lighting gave him. "Time! Now tell me what you need-- I'll do anything for someone I love!"

"... I... really don't need anything..." Domon assured him as he backed away, hands in front of him, trying not to make any sudden movements. "In fact, why don't I just go back to bed--"

"But I love you, Domon! Tiiiime!"

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It was the screaming that woke the three of them up. Tatsuya was the first to get there, wrenching the bedroom door open. His brain was still foggy, but he figured that something bad had happened to Domon. However, he hadn't expected this-- and judging from his quick glances at Yuuri and Ayase, they were every bit as startled as he was.

Robota nearly bounced onto the floor as he kept proclaiming his love for Domon-- who was currently hunched over the table so that his face was only a centimeter or two away from Robota's, screaming back at Sion's creation to shut up, they weren't like that.

"Wow," Tatsuya remarked. "He's treating Robota the way he treats Sion."