xx.d; Thanks to cutelittlefreak, Exploder, WelshScot, brave kid, xXCookieGiverXx and The Guy in the Background for reviewing the last chapter.
I have another Sonic story in the works which I might bring to light later, maybe after I reach my newest review goal for this story. Remember that prompts for the next chapters are always welcomed and I give credit! I might draw a little more fanart for the fic if I get the time.
This one shot it a little more serious, but it will eventually go back to humour.
Enjoi.
It's a Technician Thing
Little Brothers and Skyscrapers
There was a deafening clang that resounded throughout the shadowed garage which followed the scuffling of rubber boots. The fur on the back of his neck prickled and a chilling gust flew through his workshop. He looked around for the nearest weapon, clawing at a nearby pistol he'd modified last week just in case they were planning to do anything to his newly healed arm.
"What do you want?" he asked cautiously, turning around and obscuring the view of the weapon with his tails.
The green hawk raised both of his hands in protest, showing Tails that he was clearly unarmed. He seemed vulnerable but sure of his movements, stepping forward so that he was in plain view of the small lamp on Tails work desk where he had been nursing some broken gear. He shifted his sneakers uncomfortably, wiping his oil stained hands on his jeans and straightening out his t-shirt.
"It's been six weeks Tails, I'm really worried about her," Jet admitted, complete unwavering seriousness in his tone.
"And you think I'm not?"
Jet paused a second, looking as if he was about to retort with something lewd and offensive, but he bit his tongue and shook his head, "Would that mean that she hasn't been with you?"
He shrugged and scoffed, merely irritated by Jet's presence, "I would think that to be obvious."
"Listen you-" the hawk snarled, stopping himself at the last second in a last ditch effort to be civil. Tails could see the strain, and had to admit that he received some sick kind of joy the leader of the Babylon Rouges so uncomfortable, "Okay, please, hear me out."
Tails bit his lip but nodded, signalling for the hawk to go on, "Me 'n Storm have been looking for her for weeks already, at first it was because we don't know a flying fuck about our gears, but after the first search we started to get really worried. I'll be the first to admit that I haven't exactly been the most supportive of your relation-friendship," Tails raised his brow in confusion as the what he had said, but didn't comment on it further, "or the most hospitable to you-"
"That's got to be the understatement of the century," the fox answered cattily, enjoying watching Jet's fingers curl into fists, he could almost see a vein popping from behind forest green feathers.
He growled again, regaining his composure to enough to spit out his sentence, "And we now have the sneaking suspicion that she doesn't want us to find her. She means so much to m-I mean us."
The kitsune let out a steady breath, blinking steadily as his eyes locked with Jet's cool, calculative ones. They betrayed little emotion, if not the slight vulnerability and caution he felt about being in this situation, plus the slip up from before laid his feelings bare to him and Tails was not a stupid fox, "And you want me to do it?"
"Will you?" he asked, a little too eager at that point.
He paused a second, hand flicking back to push the pistol out of reach, "…Is that fact that I am Sonic's technician the only reason that you hate me?"
"It's not." he readily admitted, but after the most uncomfortable, awkward silence Tails had had the misfortune of ever experiencing, it became obvious that Jet was not going to evaluate. He must have known that he had revealed too much already.
Tails groaned, "Why don't you tell her?"
Jet looked to the side uncomfortably, "Ever only been considered 'the little brother'?"
The mechanic sighed and nodded, empathising with him, "Yeah."
"So, you gonna find her?"
Tails scooped up his extreme gear and started walking towards the exit, "When she comes back, please, refrain from being a whiny little bitch."
"You cocky little son-of-a-"
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"Haven't told him you like to hang out at 90's Boulevard in your spare time?" he asked, sitting at her side as she watched from a sky scraper the goings on and flashing lights beneath them, gear cocked up against the walls behind them, dangling their legs of the edge.
"Yes, because if I did then I wouldn't have means of escape when he becomes an insufferable ass," she answered, diving into the conversation despite the fact that they hadn't said a word to each other for weeks. This all felt so familiar, new location, same company. Her words flowed like water.
"Please come back."
"…"
"This sulking isn't doing you any good, you miss racing and you can't without a team. Racing with any other team you know you won't belong, you know they won't be good enough," he explained, secretly hoping she would give in without having the mention her boss, leader and apparent 'little brother'.
"…"
He'd never known her to be this stubborn before.
"He misses you more than you think." he commented off handedly, gazing out across the city landscape.
"Capital bullshit Tails."
"I'm serious."
There was another long, lengthy pause before her words came out in whispers, "I'm afraid… he'll hurt you again."
"He won't," Tails replied confidently.
"How do you know? Did you speak to him?" her words were angry and harsh, but that didn't deter the fox in the slightest.
"Yes."
"You did?" her eyes widened, blue eyes reflecting a measure of shock.
"Yeah, and we came to a mutual understanding. Now will you stop being a sulk and come back?" he asked, bouncing of the edge of the building and picking up their gears, offering her her own.
There was a huge pause which he just spent listening to the sound of honks and trains and car exhaust and pulsing music before she nodded and smirked, snatching her board and tilting off the building. He ran to the edge, watching her zip at a ninety degree angle to the street below. He took three steps back and then charged to the edge of the sky scraper, performing a flying leap off the railing.
He caught up to her in seconds, a wide grin plastered to her face, "I over react."
"Yeah," he grinned, "girls tend to do that a lot."
She laughed and bumped her board to his lightly as they zipped through the traffic, "Kidding! Gosh… but really Wave, could you let Jet know you're alright?"
She bit her beak and swerved when she almost hit an oncoming car, replying with something unintelligible.
"What?" he yelled over a honking car.
Her reply was again silenced by her quiet voice.
"Come again?"
She blushed, growling angrily before shaking her head, as if she had given up. She didn't answer for a few more seconds, but her eyes lit up before she spoke, "I said; buy me pizza, and then I'll think about it!"
He rolled his eyes, a happy grin curving his lips, "Sure."
xx.d; D'aww. Poor Jet. I know that what I've made him make him seem like some kind of jealous, mean ego maniac, but he's actually one of my favourite characters. I just don't believe in all of the Sonic characters being 'cutesy-lala' no swearing/G-rated characters okay? I'm very into characters with realistic personalities that swear (tastefully) and characters that have been enhanced or altered eg. If Shadow was in the real world, he'd be saying words a whole lot more offensive than 'damn'. Don't deny it! He says it a lot in his video game! I'm also very picky about confessions and how they are said. In this case it was better not to say it at all.
Crazy ain't it?