((Yes, another one BUT! I have a good excuse! The character I had in mind for this is different from all the others! She was already half-created and I just finished her on the way home from work! And the best part is... she will have absolutely NO romantic interest in our male hosts WHATSOEVER! That's not to say that they won't be going after her but she's about as dense as Haruhi when it comes to that kind of thing. Think Sheldon Cooper without all that 'I am the big cheese' attitude. Yes, he's my favorite character from Big Bang Theory... I want to hug him part of the time because of how clueless he is and I'm very much like him without the super-genius-ness.

Anyway! I own nothing in this fic but my OC and my plot! Bisco Hatori is the wonderful creator of the Ouran High School Host Club and I am honored to do this fanfic! Now without further ado, let's do this thing!))

Chapter 1: Gidgit

The Host Club was in trouble. Renge's motorized platform was on the fritz again. With her dragging it around everywhere, you could imagine how many times it would break down from the sandy abuse and the large amount of moisture due to tropical themes and other such themes that their King came up with. They'd gone through every mechanic in the phone book after their usual ones refused to work on it. Apparently even mechanics get sick of working on the same thing and there was only so many times they were willing to play "Doctor Frankenstein" with the damn thing.

Renge was unhappy and when she was unhappy, she made damn sure that no one else was happy. Tamaki occupied his corner, the twins tormented Haruhi as a means to try to ignore their manager's wailing. Honey failed miserably in trying to cheer her up and Mori had grabbed him to run away from the snake-haired Renge. Kyoya, who'd been working hard to get the problem fixed, hadn't slept well the night before and a headache was starting to transform him into his demon lord state.

"I didn't want to do this..." he growled, rubbing at his temples. His glare was sharpened due to the fact that his glasses weren't on his face at the moment. He was just glad that there were no customers to see this pathetic display of spoiled rotten. Of course, their lady manager had cancelled the club. On her own. WITHOUT consulting him and all because of that DAMN PLATFORM! Yeah, he wasn't too thrilled with the loss of money. "... but there is someone who may take the job..."

Renge stopped her pursuit of the blond senior and twirled around, brown eyes sparkling. "My hero! Kyoya, who is it!? I'll go get them and be back in a moe-minute!"

He sighed and pulled out his cell phone. "No need. She'll probably come here IF she'll take the job. As it stands, there's a flier going around, warning all mechanics to stay away from your motorized platform. Seems it's a plea to 'let dead motors die in peace'..." He began to make the call, heading to the back for some quiet.

Tamaki was out of his corner and bugging Haruhi. "Daddy wonders who he's calling... he said it's a girl. Haruhi, do you know any female mechanics?"

The scholarship student's eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Just because she knows about motors, that doesn't mean that I know who she is... or that she's poor. Maybe it's a hobby?"

Hikaru snorted, Kaoru giggling softly. "Silly Haruhi, what girl works with machines and grease for FUN?" they asked with synchronized perfection.

"WHO CARES?!" Renge shouted, itching with excitement. She'd gone without her platform for 24 hours and it was practically killing her.

"Tama-chan tried to fix it but it still won't work..." Honey commented, taking a bite of cake. The King had taken it upon himself to fix the mechanical blunder when the professionals kept refusing the job. But since he had never done such a thing, it was obvious that he couldn't do much good with it.

Kyoya returned to the main room with a sigh. "She took the job but she can't give an estimate until she comes to look at it. I suppose despite the eye-sore, it was a good thing it died while out in the open... She'll be here momentarily."

Honey blinked curiously. "I wonder what this girl looks like." Mori nodded from his position next to his cousin.

"If the magazines are correct, she's probably some big-boned girl in overalls. And most likely sporting a unibrow," Hikaru commented, scratching his head in boredom. He didn't want to see that and Kaoru was in agreement. "She's probably wearing oil-stained sneakers and smells like a gas station..."

Haruhi frowned. "That's stereotyping, you two!"

"Hey, Haruhi, wanna bet?" the twins asked, grinning. Finally they had something to do. "Fifty bucks says she's just like we said! And if you lose, we get to spend the weekend at your place!"

The brunette bit her lip. It wasn't a bad deal... they'd probably find their way to her place anyway. "Deal," she said with a sigh.

The door opened to reveal a thin electric blue-haired lady. She was just shorter than Tamaki and her eyes were silver. Makeup was stylishly applied with degrees of black and silver, her cheeks the color of dusk roses and looked remarkably natural. Her soft pink lips curled up in a confident smirk. " 'bout time ya called me, Kyoya. Ya know the crap I been hearin' from my uncle 'bout you? Says you were unnaturally cruel ta some kinda machine? What the fuck?"

The twins' jaws were dropped at her style. Yes, she wore overalls but the straps weren't holding them up, her flared hips were. A thin white tank top, grease-splattered, was cut off at her mid-drift, her sneakers only adding to the grease-monkey look. And they had to admit... she looked hot like that! Her hair was cut in a cute pixie-bob, the front longer than the back and ending at her chin.

"Pyxis... you know me better than that..." Kyoya was at the end of his rope, his purple aura of evil swirling around him.

She just rose an eyebrow. "Really? Yer really gonna try pullin' that crap on me?" She turned her back on everyone else, squaring up against the demon lord. "Bring it, big boy. I'll take ya down with my wrench before yer evil even attempts ta threaten me. Now put it back 'fore ya get hurt..." Her voice deepened with a low growl that sent shivers down Mori's spine.

The Ootori sighed, the purple aura slowly dissipating. "I've been busy..."

"Yeah, yeah... been tryin' ta find someone ta fix yer attempt at Frankenstein's monster and prolly didn't sleep well last night. Just point me ta the poor thin' an' I'll see what I can do."

He pointed behind her and she saw it. Immediately, a sorrowful look came across her features. "Someone's been paintin' over the rough patches... 's all scratched..." She moved to the platform and gently ran her hand down it's side, causing both Renge and Tamaki to blush at the tenderness in the caress of her thin fingers. She easily found the door to the mechanized pieces inside and opened it to take a look.

Her face went from sad to pissed in point-5 seconds. "Who fucked with it?" She glared at the others, not even trying to accuse the VP.

Hikaru and Kaoru sold their boss out immediately and she stormed over to him and slapped him. "That's fer operatin' without a license."

He was flabbergasted and held his cheeks, purple eyes watering as they looked into the cold-steel of Pyxis' eyes. "I-I was just trying to help! We couldn't find anyone and-"

"No excuses. I can tell a hack-job from an attempt from someone who kinda knows what they're doin'. You had NO IDEA what you were doin' and tried McGuyver-in' it. By the way, he does more than just fix things with a paperclip and two rubber bands. Ya, sir, are a gidgit. Someone who thinks they can do somethin' when they shouldn't even try an' thinks they'll get away with it."

Pyxis turned and went back to looking at the motor. "Sand's all up in there... rust... this is terrible... 'nough ta make a lady cry. What kinda monster did this ta such an innocent machine...?" Her eyes turned sad again as she accessed the damage.

Honey's eyes bubbled up with tears and he went forward, holding out a piece of cake. "Pyxie-chan, have some cake... it'll make you feel better..."

She looked at him and softly smiled, shaking her head. "Nah, 's okay... Thanks but ya should have it. Ya look like yer 'bout ta cry, yaself..." She ruffled his hair with a small smirk. " 'sides, 'm not the best fer no reason. Good mechanical genes on both sides of m' family, ya know. But this'll cost some serious bank... and Uncle'll shit kittens fer a week if I take this job on. A month if I bring it back from the dead..."

Pyxis stood up and glared directly at Kyoya. "My terms, Kyoya- no sand, no water, no damn humidity... And that's only IF I can fix it. If not, it's scrap metal... Deal?" The Vice President moved to her side and held out a hand, which she shook. The deal was made and they would discuss pricing as soon as she found parts to get the job done.

She left the room without so much as a goodbye to anyone. The other male members of the club and Renge were staring at the door the mechanical beauty had just left through, a slight trance washed over them. Only Haruhi and Kyoya were unaffected for the most part.

"Hikaru, Kaoru... You owe me 50 bucks..."

((Tell me what you think and yes, I'll still be updating when I can! And as for the name of the chapter- Git + Idiot = Gidgit. Review for me, my pretties!))