Emily's P. O. V.
I woke up from a dreamless nap to my head on Rhys' head, and his head on my shoulder.
And a wet shoulder.
"Oh my god, Rhys! You drooled all over my shoulder! That is disgusting!" I screeched.
"Heh, sorry." He smiled weakly, running his cybernetic fingers through his messy hair.
"I am never going to let you sleep on my shoulder again! Ewwww!" I whined.
"I guess we're here..." Rhys said, changing the subject. Of course.
"This is Helios?" I asked, looking at the interior. It was obviously the ship hangars, due to all of the ships (that definately were not shaped like cocks) and personnel spread around, working on engines, and at little work tables. And those were smaller than the one I had at home.
"Yep. The hangars aren't much, but the rest of the station is pretty impressive. Let's go put our stuff in my room. I'll take you there." Rhys suggested, breaking me out of my thoughts again.
"Sure. I would like to see what you've been calling a room." I answered, grinning at him.
I was pretty sure that his cheeks turned a little pink, but my eyes always make me see that. Always.
We left the hangar bay and started down a hallway that seemed pretty well kept. We passed an open door, seeing two Phyco Midgets with knives trying to impale the other while standing on a table. Honestly, I suppose that I should have been freaked out, considering that there was nothing between me and those knives, but I was fascinated instead.
And no, I don't know why.
Rhys had to force me along before I got my face explored by a knife, but... yeah. I'm weird. And Rhys wouldn't let me forget it, trust me.
"I would rather you not get killed just yet. Just some strong advice." Rhys said, still looking forward.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
A few minutes later, we arrived at a door. Rhys put his real hand on the pad next to the door and the red flashed green.
"I'll have to put in your handprint later, but here we are," he announced as he opened the door. I didn't expect much, maybe a mess, but what I saw was totally unexpected.
His room was actually clean. Like, the walls were white and the floors were cherry wood and there were no tangles of wires in front of a 70 inch TV in the living room, a clean kitchen and his room was organized and absolutely not like his room on Earth.
It was beautiful. And more clean than my house on Earth.
"Woah... Rhys, is this really your apartment? It's so clean and white and... just beautiful." I said in awe.
"Eh, it's not much. I'd been saving a lot of my paycheck for some of this stuff, but my real concern is... my ECHOeye. I need to get it replaced, so... I might be running low on money for a little. Speaking of my eye, I had an appointment with the doctor when I got back, so just unpack or something. I would let you leave the room, but I haven't put in your hand's biosignature to the security lock yet. Sorry, but this is really important. I'll get the lock fixed up after I get back, I promise." Rhys explained.
I nodded and asked him where I would sleep. He said his bed and he would sleep on the couch (It was really comfy, actually).
After putting his suitcase by said couch, he left the apartment.
My new home.
Rhys' P. O. V.
Okay, I wasn't really lying when I said that I was going to get my ECHOeye replaced, I just wasn't telling the whole truth. My left eye had a glitch in it (meaning Handsome Jack) and I needed to get it removed and replaced.
The AI was a test to see if Jack could be reincarnated into a new body from a vessel, and I volunteered. Let me tell ya, I never actually wanted to be a second home to a Phyco-murderer, even if the was my idol, but my promotion was promised if I stuck with it for a year.
I did, and my results were a negative. Jack was too glitchy, and it was really messing up my prosthetics. And he was an asshole.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair and headed towards Dr. Autohn's office. It wasn't that far a walk, maybe five minutes, but it gave me some time to think.
Like about Jack and why exactly Henderson wanted me to do this. It wasn't like I refused or anything, but... there were plenty others with prosthetic limbs. It was like he was using me.
I let it go, though. I was probably overreacting, something I did a lot.
I reached the door to Autohn's office and knocked twice. The door opened a moment later to reveal a man in his late twenties, wearing a lab coat and a doctor's mask.
"Long time no see, Dr. Autohn." I said.
"Rhys. Indeed, it's been a while. Come in, come in." He replied, moving to the side to let me in.
"So, the test was a fail. Jack's to... glitchy. It's been messing with my arm." I said, taking a seat on the bed.
"I see. I was afraid that would happen. It would seem as though our scientists do not have the expertise that Professor Nakayama had before he went missing on Pandora. That is rather sad." Autohn mentioned, getting out his tools.
I lay down, and Autohn grabbed a dull knife. He eased it in the left eye and levered the ECHOeye out . He put the knife down and slowly pulled the eye out as far as it would go before the cord tugged at my brain, sending slight shots of pain through the back of my head.
"There it is. Now, this might hurt a little, but I need to go in to your brain a little." Autohn said, pulling a pair of twesers from the rest of the tools.
I nodded, the pain returning until I stopped a second later. He took a deep and steady breath before sticking the twesers into my eye socket like many times before. He lightly touched the surface of my brain (which sounds really weird, by the way) and clenched the wire, tugging it lose. It hurt bad, but I knew not to move any way, shape or form.
He finally pulled it free, putting the eye on the tray for further testing. He set the twesers down and walked over to a small locker in the wall that said 'Rhys' on the white tape. He punched in a four number code and opened it. Seconds later, he produced a ECHOeye. It had a blue iris, like my old one, and was pretty much the same, just without... Jack.
It took some time, but my new eye was eventually in place. I experimentally bopped my cybernetic hand against my head, and no blue hologram appeared. Thank god.
I let out a breath. "Thanks, doc. You're the best." I said slowly.
"Well, we're not quite done yet. I need you to activate the new ECHOeye and scan something, just to make sure it works properly." Autohn told me.
I scanned his computer and the files were responsive. Mostly stuff about Dr. Zed, an unlicensed doctor on Pandora. He lived in a floating town called Sanctuary. He had vending machines all around Pandora, filled with the familiar Anshin, a healing substance in a syringe with a tip the width of a pencil, shields, and mods for certain types of Vault Hunters.
I closed my ECHOeye, and nodded. "It works just fine. Thank you, Dr. Autohn. If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my apartment."
"Ah, ya got'cha self a lady friend?" Autohn winked.
"Yeah, you could say that, I suppose. She's from Earth. " I answered.
"You snatched yourself one from Earth?! That's utterly ridiculous! You only went there for one year!" Autohn exclaimed.
"I saved her in an alleyway. We became friends. Only friends." I clarified.
"Oh, okay. I understand, Rhys. Have a good night." Autohn said as I stood up and left.
Jeez, was this how Vaughn and Yvette were gonna react to Emily? If so, then that could be problematic.
I reached the room and pressed my hand to the lock, hearing it beep. I stepped into the room, stretching upwards.
Emily's P. O. V.
I started unpacking as soon as Rhys left. He had really taken a lot of his clothes to Earth. There were three open shelves and lots of walk in closet space.
I hadn't really brought much, just enough for a few weeks, then I would buy new clothes with Rhys. I had placed up all of my clothes and looked for something to do, but... cooking and I didn't know how to turn on the TV. So I went to bed.
I woke up to the bed shifting next to me. And I was about to open my eyes when I felt metal fingers drag across my forehead, brushing hair from my face. I evened out my breathing and relaxed as much as I could.
I knew it was Rhys. There was no doubt about that. It was the cybernetic fingers that gave it away. He really thought I was sleeping. Funny, I had never been that convincing of an actor, and he'd even point it out himself.
In that moment, though, I don't think the cared if he woke me or not.
And the funny thing is, I didn't care either.