Written for WillowDragonCat for the EasterTAG exchange
The Scarecrow
"Can I be of assistance?" John asked.
"No," growled an agitated, exhausted Virgil.
Virgil was currently strung up by his mangled exosuit, like some peculiar scarecrow. Brains was standing on MAX, attacking the mechanism unsuccessfully.
"Can people PLEASE stop boarding my ship without my authorisation?"
"Right. Let's leave Brains to it."
The grin Gordon had worn while piloting Two home, was still plastered on his face as he and his brothers were herded out. Selene felt sorry for the gentle artist. Stepping on a toolbox she raised her coffee mug to his lips. He sipped with sorry yet grateful eyes.