Okay, before you guys shoot me, understand that when inspiration hits me, it hits me HARD- like, On-Coming-Train-Filled-With-Wrecking-Balls-And-Cement hard!
So I got into Megas XLR, thus how I got inspired to write this fic. …that, and when browsing through some of the fan-fictions, I didn't think there were enough that centered around just Coop and Jamie.
Thus the idea struck me to write one of my own. Going to try to keep it short though, maybe around 5 chapters, give or take, considering I have other stories to work on. I'm just writing this to get the idea out of the way and blow off some stress.
Oh, and this isn't going to be a slash-fic. Not that I don't mind those, but… I just don't want Coop smashing my house with Megas and busting my laptop. (Jamie I'm not too scared about, considering he's a wimp). It will, however, include fluff by the tons- and I pray to God that they're not reading this 0_0
Well enough of the intro, lets get this story started!
Disclaimer: If I owned Megas XLR, we would be seeing it back on Cartoon Network with new episodes!
~XLR~
Kiva sighed, leaning back in the shot-gun seat as she looked over Jersey City… once again in ruins, and once again because of Coop. Honestly, it was a surprise the city hadn't been evacuated within the month the overweight couch-potato started using Megas, as he caused so much damage to the city that they practically knew the names of every US Task Force officer sent to the location- the Government actually had the armies do 'weekly checks' on their routes just to survey what kind of chaos took place!
It was a surprise that the Military never came in to confiscate Megas- though perhaps it was because, despite the pilot of the robot was a reckless idiot, it helped prevent the destruction of the entire planet caused by the Glorifts and other extraterrestrial maniacs. ...though considering Coop had actually destroyed a couple planets himself, Kiva wondered how much longer Planet Earth could hold out.
The future-warrior looked out the window down at the Speedy-Mart, where Coop had decided to stop for a Megaslush, the slob now standing outside the store, looking at a movie-poster advertising another one of those sci-fi monster-battle films that he and Jamie were always into (and Kiva would never understand); Jamie himself went back home immediately after the alien took off, deciding to shower and change clothes after some sort of gunk splattered all over him during the fight (what it was, no one knew, and he didn't want to find out).
"Coop, c'mon! We've got training to catch up on!" Kiva shouted out the window.
"Aw c'mon, Kiv, can't it wait until tomorrow? I'm pretty sure today would count as a training session!" Coop called back up.
Kiva thought back on the day: Coop had accidentally unearthed an ancient UFO that had landed on Earth millions of years ago, having gotten caught in a tar-pit during the Prehistoric era; the alien in-question had put itself in a cryogenic sleep when it learned it would not be unable to leave the planet until a day when its ship was resurfaced… and when that day was today, it was pretty cranky from its extended nap, and went on a rampage. …After fighting it and messing up the city in the process, Coop finally found a solution: getting the ancient alien interested in modern videogames and television, sending it and its spaceship back into the galaxy with a television and game console (both found at Goat's junkyard).
A stupid solution, but Kiva had gotten used to those. "I highly doubt playing 'Great Thief Motor' with an extraterrestrial counts as training," she said to Coop.
"It's called 'Grand Theft Auto', Kiva… sheesh, even Macintosh got it right the first time!" Coop scoffed (Macintosh being the nickname he gave to the alien post-battle). He then rubbed his chin. "I wonder if he'll ever come back for the next Videogame Tournament in Vegas…"
"After what you did to Vegas last time, I doubt anyone will be holding a tournament there again…"
"It's Vegas, Kiva- the land of no surrender! If people believed in giving up in that city, people would be leaving casinos with cash to spare!"
Kiva only sighed. "Whatever. Lets just head back to the house- training would probably wreck more of the city, anyway…"
"Now you're talking!" Coop climbed into Megas, sitting at the controls and preparing to head out.
A loud *CRASH* from down the street caught their attention, before Coop even put the key into the ignition. Looking in the rearview mirror, they saw someone storming down the sidewalk, knocking over trash-cans, fold-up signs, and newspaper stands, while shoving past anyone in their wake. As they got closer, Kiva got a good look at their face.
"What the…? Is that Jamie?!" Kiva sputtered, pulling up the sensors for a DNA match just to make sure. It proved positive.
Coop merely looked out the window, watching as Jamie shoved some punk and cussing him out, and then started running for his life when the brute decided to use him as a punching bag. He only sighed. "Kiva, you handle the punk. I'll get Jamie," he responded, calmly.
"What?"
"Just do it. I'll meet you back at the house afterwards,"
Kiva arched an eyebrow, wondering why Coop offered to go after Jamie alone. She didn't have time to argue, as Coop was now moving Megas down the block to catch up to Jamie, just as the thug was closing in on him. Coop stopped the giant robot long enough for her to get out… the moment she was on solid ground, he immediately went after Jamie, who had shot around the corner.
"So, what exactly did Jamie do to set you off?" Kiva asked the punk.
The punk looked at Kiva, sneering. "None of your damn business, sweet-cheeks." He replied, then smirked. "Although, it's nothing compared to what you're setting off in my-"
One vulgar-statement-too-many later, and the punk was getting kicked in the groin and karate-flipped on the pavement, losing consciousness immediately. He wasn't the first to use such language around Kiva, who decided to make use of her combat-skills on any other brain-dead pervert who got on her bad side- much less wondered how humanity could have continued, considering no self-respecting woman would be caught dead with such ill-mannered men.
But she would have to teach the punk a lesson in common decency later. She went around the corner, just in time to see Megas halfway across the district…
…holding Jamie by the hood of his jacket. "DAMMIT, COOP, PUT ME DOWN!" he was shouting at the top of his lungs in fury.
"What's with Jamie?" One passerby asked.
"What do you think Coop's going to do with him?" Another asked.
"Hopefully toss him in the ocean," some other punk commented.
I've never seen Jamie so mad before... much less be stupid enough to purposely pick a fight with someone twice his size. And why does Coop want to handle him alone? Kiva thought, deciding to follow them. Something was going on, and she intended to find out…
Plus, she knew it would be Doomsday to leave Coop alone in Megas for too long.
~XLR~
"The ol' man said he was hoping I got killed this time," Jamie stated bitterly. "Mom didn't say jack, and went out to talk on her cell."
Fifteen minutes had passed since Coop, literately, picked up his friend. He walked towards the edge of town, towards a lake located near the outskirts of the neighborhood. After threatening Jamie that he'd drop him in the polluted water unless he calmed down, his best friend finally decided to tell him what was up with his attitude.
Of course, having been in this situation before, Coop didn't really need to ask. He just waited until his friend would vent, letting him sit in Megas' palm as he stared out at the setting sun. That's when Coop noticed the bruise on the side of his face.
"I told him instead of talking shit, he could either kiss my ass or shut the fuck up." Jamie continued, wincing a bit. "The bastard chucked a beer-bottle at my face, then slammed me into the wall, calling me a pathetic faggot before throwing me out of the house."
"Harsh. …'Least you got to use the shower this time," Coop replied, sipping a soda. Despite his cool demeanor, however, he was boiling mad on the inside, the rage continuing to build up as it had been for the past several years. He just kept up a calm charade- he couldn't blow his top just yet. "Why don't you just move out, already?"
Jamie scoffed. "If I could, I would have after graduation. Kinda hard to do when your dad blows your college-savings on booze, and you can't land a job anywhere. Mom still doesn't give a fuck."
"Why not just live at my place, then? You're over basically every day, anyhow."
"Dude, you still live with your mom! I doubt she'd want another mouth to feed- plus, you still got Kiva living with you. I doubt that would end well,"
"C'mon, my mom loves having you over- she suffers from 'empty-nest' syndrome, one reason why I don't choose to leave…"
"…alongside the fact that you can't afford your own rent,"
"AND, as for Kiva, she wouldn't mind- unless she catches you peeping again,"
Jamie blushed. "That was ONE time! …You'd think in the future they'd know that bathroom doors were supposed to stay locked!" Coop only laughed at this. "Shut up, man, it's not funny!"
"I can't help it- her hand-print was on your face for a whole week!"
Jamie rubbed the unbruised side of his face. "Yeah, and it's STILL sore…"
Coop sighed, running his hand through his hair, feeling a breeze blow by. It was a cool summer evening, so he decided to keep the top down while he and Jamie had their heart-to-heart… or whatever you call those things. "Look, Jamie, sooner or later you need to pack up, so you might as well choose the now. And my door's always open- it worked the first time back in Junior High, remember?"
Jamie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, for a week until your dad kicked me out for asking for money three times."
"Well, it's just me and my mom now… and Kiva, but like I said, I think you'll be fine. …At least she notices you're around, and won't beat you with beer-bottles,"
Jamie shook his head. "No way, man. I don't want to be a weakling and run away from some problem, much less impose on you guys-"
"One: People already see you as a weakling. Two: You're not running away, you're ditching two creeps who don't know their own kid. And Three: It's not imposing if I'm inviting you… and if you turn down the offer, I swear I'll use Megas and kidnap you in your sleep, and smash your house!"
Jamie leaned back and rested against Megas' index finger, looking out at the sun as it sunk below the horizon, the stars beginning to come out. He breathed in deep, smirking a bit. "Alright. If you let me down, I'll come stay with you for two weeks-"
"A month, or I drop you in the lake."
Jamie shrugged. "Deal. Now, can you put me down now?"
"How about a ride back to my place for a Slug Monster marathon, then I let you down?"
"Fine… but this time, let me ride shot-gun. I prefer not to be dangled 200-feet in the air while going places,"
"Fair enough," Coop had Megas raise its hand, allowing Jamie to step onto the robot's shoulder, walking towards the car.
Once Jamie was close enough, Coop caught him by the arm and yanked him forth over the door, wrapping his other arm around his shoulders, then releasing his friend's arm so he could rub his back, holding his friend tight against him. Jamie tried to push away, muffling curses as his face was planted in his friend's chest- though the struggle was useless, as Coop outweighed him by, like, 400 Philly Cheese-steaks.
"Dammit, Coop, you know I hate this!" Jamie grumbled as he continued to pull away.
"Yeah, sure." Coop responded, keeping a firm grip on his friend. He then moved his hand to the small of Jamie's back, rubbing it gently- the one spot he knew that would ease his friend's tension completely.
Immediately, Jamie relaxed, giving up his fight and unleashing a heavy sigh; if they were sitting or standing in a less-uncomfortable way, he would have probably collapsed easily in his friend's arms. Though, considering the lower part of his stomach was getting an imprint from the edge of the car, such an act wouldn't happen… this time.
"Do you really have to do this every time?" Jamie asked, though his tone was a little more relaxed.
After what almost happened before, yes. Coop wanted to reply, but kept his mouth shut (for once). "Just relax. …Besides, it's not like there's anyone around to s-"
"What are you two doing up there?" came a shout from below…
The two friends froze and- still hugging- looked down…
Seeing Kiva standing there, watching them!
"Oh… crap." Coop commented, as Jamie quickly pulled away from him. He then stepped out of the vehicle, looking down. "Uh, Kiv… how long have you been down there?"
"Long enough to see you pull Jamie half-way into the car… What's going on?" Kiva asked.
Coop and Jamie exchanged glances, the latter having a gaze that clearly read, One word and I'll kill you!
"Um… Jamie just slipped." The couch-potato replied instead.
"Yyyeah, there's still some grease and slime over Megas, so… watch your step when you come up," Jamie said, keeping it casual. He quickly slid across the hood to the other side of the vehicle, climbing into the shot-gun seat.
"Hmm." Kiva replied, obviously not convinced, and made her way up to the control-unit.
"Dude, she's obviously on to us. What should we tell her?" Jamie whispered to Coop.
"Simple. Just… uh… tell her it's a secret! Kiva always understands when we keep a secret, right?" Coop replied.
Jamie gave a deadpanned look. "Dude… do you remember the LAST time we tried to keep a secret from Kiva?"
[Flashback of a giant, radioactive slug attacking the city; Kiva looks over and glares at Coop and Jamie, who are smiling innocently while holding chemistry jars and a half-burned leash.]
Coop pouted a bit. "…still can't believe she made us get rid of Butch…"
"Man… I just know she's going to hold this against us! She'll probably tell everyone in the future about it when she goes back- even if no one remembers us a billion years from now, it's still going to be humiliating!" Jamie groaned.
"She doesn't exactly have proof, so there's no reason to worry about it. I mean, if we just shrug it off and tell her to forget about it, I think we'll be alright."
Kiva arrived before Jamie could respond, taking her spot in the backseat. Coop only gave an awkward cough, though she remained quiet, only pulling up the holographic database to make sure Megas was still in decent condition. Coop looked at Jamie, who shrugged, and they decided to head home.
Two minutes of silence later, Kiva spoke up. "You know, affection like that is rarely seen in my time-" she began.
"For crying out loud, Kiva! Just forget about it! And don't go blackmailing us either, because without proof, you don't have shit!" Jamie snapped quickly. "So we hugged! Friends hug all the time! It's not like we're gay or anything- why do people always assume that every fucking time?!"
Kiva paused, looking at Jamie, confused.
Coop face-palmed.
Jamie, feeling the awkwardness setting in, turned around and sank low in his seat, his entire face red with embarrassment. "…j-just don't say a word or you're dead," he mumbled, half-heartedly.
"Actually… I was going to say that I never see any affection like that in my time-period, except during post-battles." Kiva responded. "Often it's because of the grief from losing loved ones, or new recruits having barely survived a mission and in need of consoling, or from comrades who managed to get through a battle together and are just relieved. ...Considering I've never seen you two hug before, well, I'm curious on your reasons, and I figure it has something to do with your outrage half an hour ago, Jamie."
Coop looked at Jamie, who had pulled his hat over his still-red face. "Maybe later, Kiva. Lets just head to my house- there's something else we gotta tell you, anyway." He said to the future-warrior.
"What is it?"
Coop opened his mouth to reply… but his brain kicked in gear long enough for him to figure out it would be a better idea to wait until they were back at his place and unwind a bit. "I'll tell you when we get home,"
Kiva sighed, crossing her arms. She hated it when the dimwitted-duo kept something from her. She looked at Jamie, who was the most silent, which irked her most- when he was quiet, she definitely knew something was going on. Smirking, she decided she might as well bide her time until they finally cracked and confessed.
"So, Jamie… what were you saying about being gay?" she asked, smugly.
"ARGH!" Jamie shouted, slamming his head on the dash-board… accidentally setting off a button labeled 'Jamie Slam Your Head Here In Emergencies', which shot off a laser, making a hole clean through a tall building with the sign 'Empty Building Made Just For Show'.
"…Ever notice we've been getting a lot of empty buildings in town?" Coop commented, while Jamie kept his head on the dash (clear of buttons) and Kiva sighed.
~XLR~
A/N: …Yep, Jamie's gonna kill me XD And sorry if the fluff was OOC… but, c'mon, it's FLUFF- not everyone is in-character 90% of the time! And it's fanfiction, the land where anything is possible!
Next chapter, Kiva hears the news- giving me more reason to run for my life.
