Still One Week Prior
The first time the man awoke, a jolt of electricity had just shot through him. There were several humans standing above him, none of them looking especially concerned.
Only one seemed the slightest bit excited, gasping as the man's eye opened. He was slightly younger than the others, his sandy hair dangling in front of his eyes where the other had receding hairlines. More of a boy, really. The boy may have been about to smile, but before his lips could curl anymore, the man fell back into darkness.
….
The second time the man was jolted awake, the boy was the only one there. The man was able to process a little more before passing out again. The person standing over him had large brown eyes and the edges of his lips were upturned, possibly from force of habit. Dark smudges speckled his white lab coat and the wrench in his hand. He was exceptionally young…
….
The third time the man opened his eye, no electricity had forced him awake. No one stood over him. There was nothing to look at, except the ceiling.
Maybe if I turn my head…
As soon as he started to move, a voice sounded out from behind, "Don't exert yourself."
The boy walked into the man's view again. Leaning over to be more visible, he smiled.
"My name is Trick, and I'm your mechanic. Nice to meet you, Mr. Metal."
The one human eye must have registered confusion, because Trick raised his eyebrow and questioned hesitantly, "You do know you're half metal, right?"
The metal man passed out.
"I'll take that as a no."
….
The fourth time the metal man woke up, Trick was still there.
"I managed to find a way to charge your batteries, and by now your human side should be rested. What do you say to some food?"
The metal man rasped out, "Good."
"First, how does a drink sound?"
Again, the metal man rasped, "Good."
Trick stuck a straw in his mouth, and the man sucked up some water.
"Good," the metal man coughed out, voice stronger. "Great."
Trick disappeared from view, but he called out, "Can you get up?"
Slowly but surely, the metal man put weight on his arms and rose.
"Have you got a name?" the boy asked.
"…No… Not that I remember."
"Well, then, what should I call you?"
"How about… what about… Nick?"
"As in Nicholas? Nice name."
A/N
This is a bit shorter than the other. Oh well. The inspiration took me a while.
But now Cyclops shall be... Nicholas Pierce: Nicholas... "victor of the people" or "people of victory"... and Pierce... "stone"
See? Victor Stone.
Also, in the last note, I had failed to mention Dante555 for his support as well. :)
