Chapter 9 – My Guide
I went to the lab to watch Rodney and Guide work. In the past I had had nothing to do with the replicators and I wished to keep it that way, but that didn't mean I couldn't watch others work. The sooner those machines were stopped, the better.
"Hey! Rodney you don't mind if I chill out in here, do you?" I asked, giving him the sweetest most innocent smile I could.
He looked at me in a sort of irritated manner. "We are trying to get work done, somehow I think you're going to be a distraction…to one of us at least." He said glancing at Guide.
"I won't be, besides, you can't make me leave." I smirked at him.
"Fine, just don't be a nuisance."
I smiled and found a place to sit near Guide. I watched him looking at the screens, monitoring Rodney's work, turning to him occasionally to correct something. I watched as he flexed his hands, frustrated that he couldn't be actively working on it himself, and frustrated with having to explain things to Rodney.
Rodney was extremely intelligent, a genius, as he liked to remind everyone, but Guide was quite a skilled scientist himself, and their areas of knowledge were vastly different. It was hard to say who was the smarter of the two. Guide was an intelligent scientist, but he was also skilled in many other areas, politics and strategies were things he excelled at, generally. He had a crafty mind, and knew how to get what he wanted and the best way to get it; skilled in both long term and short-term plans, he was rarely at loss.
Rodney was more grounded in the sciences, his field of expertise limited, in one sense. The sciences in which he was good at were more than a single subject and he tended to excel at them, but he lacked much knowledge in fields that lay outside of what he considered science.
In terms of science I would say Rodney was far superior, but if you were to have a battle between the two of them, in which there was not physical fighting between the two, and I think Guide would win, he was more worldly. But maybe I'm just bias.
"Are you alright?" I asked him after watching grow increasingly more frustrated.
He took a breath before turning to me. "I am fine." He gave me a small and then snarled as he tried to reach over to me and realised he couldn't. His restraints stopping him from even putting a hand on my shoulder or stroking my face, it infuriated him, and this time he could not hide it.
I saw the guards standing by tense as they raised their guns. Rodney had looked up from his computer alerted by Guide's snarling. Everyone in the room had tensed up, Rodney back away from him, while the guards crept closer, preparing to shoot.
"It alright." I spoke out, both to Guide to try and calm him, and to the others to let them know he wasn't up to anything. I put a hand on Guides chest and looked past him, "he's just frustrated."
The guards stopped moving forward but were still unsure of the situation. Slowly they moved back to their original positions, but they did not lower their guns. Rodney slowly and carefully moved back to his desk, never taking his eyes from Guide.
"Rodney, would it be alright if I took these off?" And glanced at the restraints.
"I don't think so." He replied in a panic. I understood his fear and reluctance, but what good would it do Guide to feed on or hurt anyone here. He was trapped.
"Please. He won't do anything. He can help you better if he can type too, and it would ease his frustration. If he is not frustrated he is more likely to think clearly and behave." I was trying to give him reason to be okay with Guides hands being free.
He thought about it for a while before he said anything. He glanced around at everyone in the room trying to gage the situation. "Alright. No restraints. But only when you're present."
"Thank you." I gave him a genuine smile, I was truly grateful.
I released Guide from his restraints. He flexed and stretched his hands and arms, I could see he was happy with the freedom of movement. He gently stroked my face and gazed into my eyes, thank you, is what they said. He turned to Rodney, which startled him, and glanced at the guards before continuing. "What equipment can I use to work on?"
Rodney sighed in relief at the question. "Yes, right." He got up and changed the workstation Guide had been standing at. He made it so Guide could actually use the computer instead of it simply being a view screen. He took a few things away from the desk as well, things I'm guess he didn't want Guide touching. He left him with the monitor and a keyboard to work on. "There. It's still showing my work and my one will show me yours, and we can collaborate on the programing." He then quickly turned back to his desk and began work, glancing nervously back at Guide occasionally.
Guide nodded his thanks and set to work. He seemed much happier now. He had not acted as a cleverman in sometime, but it was still quite natural to him, and he enjoyed participating in the development of the coding.
I sat and watched him work. It was nice simply being around him. It felt natural, it felt as though I was back on a Hive with him, following him around as he worked, enjoying watching him take charge and get things done. In thinking that it sounds like I was a helpless little duck, or that I was completely love sick. I spent much time by myself on the Hive, and sometimes it seemed as though I would not see him for days, and that was often when I would follow him around, because when I did, I was with him, and he would turn to me and give me love and affection in any spare moment. If I had not been there, he could not do that, which would be sad for both of us. He was often more chipper on the days I accompanied him around, I knew this because other Wraith would like it when I followed him, it meant he would go easier on them due to his good mood.
Without warning, I struck like a snake, and kissed his cheek. He froze, stunned. After a minute he slowly turned to me and gave me a puzzle look. "I love you." I said. He smiled, and as quickly as I had kissed him, he had grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed the top of my head, and began tapping away at the keyboard again. Once the shock had passed, I nestled into him, and sat happily, watching the coding appear across the screen.
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