Pre-canon / Music

The blue monkey sat on his chair, he was sitting in the Medical Bay with a small smile on his face. A song was playing on the computer monitor. The Crow, the Owl and the Dove from the Earth music band Nightwish was playing on the screen.

Gibson hummed in the rhyme of the music, making perfect balanced moves with his hands like a conductor does, gesturing his hands in the pace of the music. Swinging his tail behind him in slow movements. He hummed along with the beautiful peaceful song. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed the moment of free time he had.

Before Mandarin stormed in.

The free time just got interrupted by a fuming leader.

"Hal!" the orange leader snapped. "Turn that music down, some of us have work to do," his red eyes glaring at the sitting scientist.

"Then what is so wrong about this song? I thought I wasn't bothering anyone with it," said the blue medic, he was playing songs for but barley an half hour. Otto had already come by, asking from who the songs were with curiosity. Before skipping out the Medical Bay happily, now playing Nightwish songs with his metallic ears.

"You are," the orange leader started, walking over to the blue medic. "bothering me," he spat the words out with venom, disgusted by the Earth song. Mandarin never did like any Earth stuff, saying he didn't like the way they handled with their own species. Black or white, they all were as pathetic as one other. Humans. The leader of the HyperForce never liked humans, not even on Shuggazoom.

The orange monkey loomed over the scientist. Showing he was their leader and they should follow his lead.

Gibson quietly turned down the volume of the music down, but didn't turn it off.

The looming monkey glared at him.

The medic glared back, not backing down even more.

"Turn. It. Down," he spat the three simple words out. Spitting on the scientist's face, before turning on his Energy Sword.

"No, I have a free period," Gibson felt the sword radiating heat on his skin. "I am not going to waste my free time just because you didn't like the music,"

"You will listen to me, you are my comrade. And if you can't listen to orders you can as well just pack you stuff and leave,"

There was a silence, only the soft music of Imaginaerum from Nightwish could be heard. The two monkeys glared at each other.

"Then I guess I can have a vacation, if I understand correctly," Gibson said flatly.

The orange monkey snapped. He growled at the emotionless face of his medical officer, his sword now dangerously close by the medics throat.

"You listen to me right now-" the sword burned on the blue monkeys skin, making the simian stand up with his drills out. Spinning them as a warning to back off. He bared his teeth at the HyperForce leader. "I am your leader, and if you can't listen to my orders, you won't even have a place to return here. Otto can easily take up your medical, and I can take over your so called experiments. Those so called helpful experiments are worthless anyway, when do we even use them?"

Gibson opened his mouth to retort at the chattering monkey, but only got interrupted.

"Talking being worthless, you're fighting skills were never helpful. Every single time in battle we had to pull your tail out of the fire. Every time you even try to fight you fight like a mindless human, not knowing what to do under pressure,"

"The only thing you are good for is cleaning this place with your drills,"

The blue monkey stared emotionless at the scolding leader. Thinking about what he just said to him.

He wasn't that pathetic was he?

"Mandarin," a deep voice came from the doorstep. Breaking the tension between the two as they both looked at the door opening. "Enough," said Antauri, he and Sprx were standing there in the opening. They stepped in as the red pilot went towards Gibson and Antauri to Mandarin.

"Come, you have to calm down," said the black monkey.

"Calm down!?" Mandarin screeched. "This is unacceptable! How can you-"

Antauri just tucked the fuming leader behind him, leading him away from the Medical Bay. The orange monkey spat out more insulting words about their scientist not doing his duty, before he disappeared in the hallway.

Sprx sighed.

Gibson sat down again, ruffling with some papers. Silently, ignoring the pilot behind him.

The red monkey left after lingering around for a few seconds. Unable to think something to do for the scientist, except to give him a small hand on the blue monkey's shoulder.

"Wait, didn't you talk to him?" Asked Chiro as he walked with a box in his hand.

"Nope, brainiac and I never really got along with each other in the beginning. He never talked only when he was asked by someone,"

"Kid, Brainstrain has finally loosed up after all these years." "It took us all a long time to make him trust us. Otto was the first one to get him out of that lab of his to join us at the lake to swim,"

"He actually loosed up a bit towards you, maybe you don't notice it, but he at least tries to talk to you. Even though it is all work on the battles, it is a big step for him."

Chiro looked at the red monkey, wondering how righter the pilot could sound. The bond between the two fliers of the team was unbreakable. Almost like brothers.

Could he be like that too?

A/N: This story will be uploaded at random times. There will be fluff, family moments, friendship, comfort, some horror and other genes.

With other words: A drabble dump. :P