Title: A Little Weird To You?
Fandom: Megaman Legends
Word Count: 480
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Implied Megaman/Roll and Megaman/Tron
Timeline: Following the events of Megaman Legends 2
Summary: Roll and Tron have a bonding moment while inventing something to bring Megaman home.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Megaman franchise, whoo.
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Tron Bonne--who had traded her blue jacket, pink skirt, and black leggings for a more practical (and far dirtier) blue jumpsuit--sat in a pit surrounded by machinery, wires and guages. Her usually backswept brown hair had been pulled up into a tight bun so that it wouldn't catch in any of the moving parts on all sides. One of her Servbots stood next to her, a blissful smile on its cylindrical, yellow head. It held a toolbox in one claw, with a few more scattered around at its stubby feet. The blocky, two-foot-tall robot swayed, humming a little tune to itself as its master worked on the device surrounding them.
"Wrench," Tron said, holding out a gloved hand. A moment of shuffling, metallic noises later, a wrench laid in the palm of her hand. She gripped it tightly and began undoing some bolts. "Razza frazza stupid miscalculations grumble grumble..."
"Tron! Is everything going okay down there?"
Tron glanced upward to see a girl wearing a red jacket and shorts, with wild blonde hair and brilliant green eyes leaning over the edge of the pit Tron and the Servbot sat in, a look of concern on her face. She--like Tron--had grease smears on her face and body, and had started sweating given the temperature of the room.
"Fine, fine," Tron snapped, waving a dismissive hand. "I just screwed up the calibrations on the left motor. We'd be spinning circles at light speed if we tried taking off in it like this."
"Look, I know you're tense..."
"That doesn't even begin to describe it."
"But when we agreed to work together and build something that would get us out into space, it meant that we'd have to put aside our rivalry. So if you need help..."
The brunette let a sigh escape her lips. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right...okay. I'm sorry."
"It's cool." Roll smiled.
"If you could check the cockpit for any signs of residual Refractor Shard energy, it'd help me pin down the problem here a little easier. Is that okay?"
"Sure...Tron, do you...?"
"Hmm?"
"Well..." a flush wriggled across Roll's cheeks, and she touched her index fingers together. "Do you think it's a little weird that I...you know...like Mega?"
Tron adjusted the full-moon glasses so they rode higher up the bridge of her nose and fixed the blonde inventor with one of her rare, friendly smiles. "Hey...he's a likeable guy. The fact that he's your adopted brother--well, it's not my place to judge your feelings." The smile morphed into a challenging grin, and she held up a finger. "Just don't think I'll let you run away with him when we get him back. Once his feet are back on the ground...then we'll have to fight over him."
Roll blinked, then let another warm smile cross her face. "I wouldn't have it any other way, partner."