The Repairman
By The Shadower
Chapter II
Disclaimer: See previous chapter
Rating: PG-13 for later chapters. This chapter could be a G.
Feedback: Please. This is my first attempt at this kind of ML.
Summary: To find Max and the others, Lydecker hires a repairman to fix the problem. ML
AN: This chapter should consist almost completely of ML interaction. Also, my apologies to any Repairman Jack fans, I'm rereading The Tomb and just discovered Jack doesn't do missing persons as a general rule, though this time might be different as it's kids. Sorry it took so long for this chapter to load, and for the length. I hope next chapter is longer, and will work with both ML and RJ. This fic will almost definitely depart from cannon to a degree. It may also be AU, though in the way I imagine it shouldn't contradict anything in the first season that's established as happening before wherever this starts, somewhere between BBWW and Meow if it helps.
Max strode into the apartment.
"Logan," she called. "Logan!"
He was at his computer, big surprise there. Max noticed what looked like a remote-control truck sitting on his desk.
"What's with the truck?"
He looked up, startled. He hadn't realized she was there.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. It doesn't seen to run on a normal battery, but it still works if you turn it on."
Max flicked the ON switch on the truck, which promptly swiveled, spun around, and sped toward the opposite wall. It made a small 'thump' on impact.
"Been doing that too. I've been researching what could have this effect."
Max allowed a hint of a smile to cross her lips.
"The great and powerful Eyes Only working tirelessly to fix his little toy truck. What, were there no corrupt government conspiracies this week or did you just get bored with those?"
He didn't smile. He was looking at the truck again and Max felt a hint of annoyance. She hated it when he got this focused. The computer beeped and he turned back to look at it.
"Ronald Clayton, scientist. Apparently a genius in his field. Humph. Looks like he was working on something one or more governments wanted covered up; none of his papers were ever found."
Max tried to focus on the case at hand. She'd been having trouble with that lately. Her thoughts had an annoying tendency to slip back to that night she was going to leave Seattle- she jerked her thoughts back to the present.
"He was on flight 27!"
Logan sounded excited, more than she'd ever heard him before. It took Max a second to register what he'd said, but then she understood.
Flight JAL 27 had malfunctioned over the ocean and crashed one year ago. It had been big news at the time, the inquisitive public all asking the same question, what had gone wrong with the plane? It had been years since an airplane crash, and the press had been all over it, investigating how this plane differed from other, similar planes. After a week the mystery had all died down, with the sudden lack of activity from the press. Logan had spent months trying to figure out why the plane had been blown up, and who exactly had done the blowing.
Logan looked back at the truck, as if seeing it for the first time.
"Dear god- it all makes sense now. Because it would have ended- Max, this truck- it's running on broadcast power!"
On Max's lack of response, he continued.
"It's solar-captured power funneled into the truck from another location! It's- it could replace electricity! If it's use became widely known, life could be like it was pre-pulse again! No wonder the government wants this silenced!"
Max groaned.
"Geez Logan, not everything is a government conspiracy! Wouldn't the feds want this technology exposed, just to get their penthouses up and running again?"
"Max, their penthouses have been up and running for months now, thanks to the money they get from their mob connections. Money the mob won't be collecting to provide power if everyone's on broadcast. Blow up an airplane- they'd kill thousands to keep this quiet! Thousands!"
Max nodded but she wasn't really listening. She was remembering his hands cupping her face, his lips on hers. She mentally pinched herself. She couldn't afford this. Not now. Besides, they weren't even like that. She tried valiantly to focus on the hundreds dead in the plane crash instead of the one very much alive sitting in front of her.
"Mr. Lydecker. Report."
"The Repairman has been commissioned. He'll do the job."
"Good. Very good. This is extremely important. I had to send my most trusted operative."
"Why didn't you go yourself?"
"An unfortunate history. It was a long time ago."
"Would it be insubordinate for me to-"
"Yes. You are to proceed as instructed. Give no hint of any government connection. You are merely a heartbroken father hiring him to find your missing kids. Not to far from the truth, actually."
"Yes sir."
"I'll expect your full report on my desk on Tuesday."
"Yes sir. Whatever happened to that monkey you used to carry around?"
"Tragic incident- he died in a accident. I'm really not interested in discussing it. See you Tuesday."
"Yes sir!"
The one now calling himself Ros Mala watched Donald Lydecker stride out of his office. He was very interested in capturing the escaped X-5's now. No one knew he had engineered their escape in '09. He had broke them out and now that they knew the horrors of the world, they would be ready. They would be ready to serve as creatures of the Otherness. He'd created them, after all.
He'd founded Manticore.
AN: Please review. This is my first shot at this kind of ML writing. RJ readers will notice the references and the end scene with Ros Mala/Sal Roma and that these place this story after Legacies and Conspiracies. I think it's in the general All the Rage time period, before Gia is pregnant in The Haunted Air and the expanded Otherness participation in Hosts and Gateways. Sure as hell before Nightworld.
By The Shadower
Chapter II
Disclaimer: See previous chapter
Rating: PG-13 for later chapters. This chapter could be a G.
Feedback: Please. This is my first attempt at this kind of ML.
Summary: To find Max and the others, Lydecker hires a repairman to fix the problem. ML
AN: This chapter should consist almost completely of ML interaction. Also, my apologies to any Repairman Jack fans, I'm rereading The Tomb and just discovered Jack doesn't do missing persons as a general rule, though this time might be different as it's kids. Sorry it took so long for this chapter to load, and for the length. I hope next chapter is longer, and will work with both ML and RJ. This fic will almost definitely depart from cannon to a degree. It may also be AU, though in the way I imagine it shouldn't contradict anything in the first season that's established as happening before wherever this starts, somewhere between BBWW and Meow if it helps.
Max strode into the apartment.
"Logan," she called. "Logan!"
He was at his computer, big surprise there. Max noticed what looked like a remote-control truck sitting on his desk.
"What's with the truck?"
He looked up, startled. He hadn't realized she was there.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. It doesn't seen to run on a normal battery, but it still works if you turn it on."
Max flicked the ON switch on the truck, which promptly swiveled, spun around, and sped toward the opposite wall. It made a small 'thump' on impact.
"Been doing that too. I've been researching what could have this effect."
Max allowed a hint of a smile to cross her lips.
"The great and powerful Eyes Only working tirelessly to fix his little toy truck. What, were there no corrupt government conspiracies this week or did you just get bored with those?"
He didn't smile. He was looking at the truck again and Max felt a hint of annoyance. She hated it when he got this focused. The computer beeped and he turned back to look at it.
"Ronald Clayton, scientist. Apparently a genius in his field. Humph. Looks like he was working on something one or more governments wanted covered up; none of his papers were ever found."
Max tried to focus on the case at hand. She'd been having trouble with that lately. Her thoughts had an annoying tendency to slip back to that night she was going to leave Seattle- she jerked her thoughts back to the present.
"He was on flight 27!"
Logan sounded excited, more than she'd ever heard him before. It took Max a second to register what he'd said, but then she understood.
Flight JAL 27 had malfunctioned over the ocean and crashed one year ago. It had been big news at the time, the inquisitive public all asking the same question, what had gone wrong with the plane? It had been years since an airplane crash, and the press had been all over it, investigating how this plane differed from other, similar planes. After a week the mystery had all died down, with the sudden lack of activity from the press. Logan had spent months trying to figure out why the plane had been blown up, and who exactly had done the blowing.
Logan looked back at the truck, as if seeing it for the first time.
"Dear god- it all makes sense now. Because it would have ended- Max, this truck- it's running on broadcast power!"
On Max's lack of response, he continued.
"It's solar-captured power funneled into the truck from another location! It's- it could replace electricity! If it's use became widely known, life could be like it was pre-pulse again! No wonder the government wants this silenced!"
Max groaned.
"Geez Logan, not everything is a government conspiracy! Wouldn't the feds want this technology exposed, just to get their penthouses up and running again?"
"Max, their penthouses have been up and running for months now, thanks to the money they get from their mob connections. Money the mob won't be collecting to provide power if everyone's on broadcast. Blow up an airplane- they'd kill thousands to keep this quiet! Thousands!"
Max nodded but she wasn't really listening. She was remembering his hands cupping her face, his lips on hers. She mentally pinched herself. She couldn't afford this. Not now. Besides, they weren't even like that. She tried valiantly to focus on the hundreds dead in the plane crash instead of the one very much alive sitting in front of her.
"Mr. Lydecker. Report."
"The Repairman has been commissioned. He'll do the job."
"Good. Very good. This is extremely important. I had to send my most trusted operative."
"Why didn't you go yourself?"
"An unfortunate history. It was a long time ago."
"Would it be insubordinate for me to-"
"Yes. You are to proceed as instructed. Give no hint of any government connection. You are merely a heartbroken father hiring him to find your missing kids. Not to far from the truth, actually."
"Yes sir."
"I'll expect your full report on my desk on Tuesday."
"Yes sir. Whatever happened to that monkey you used to carry around?"
"Tragic incident- he died in a accident. I'm really not interested in discussing it. See you Tuesday."
"Yes sir!"
The one now calling himself Ros Mala watched Donald Lydecker stride out of his office. He was very interested in capturing the escaped X-5's now. No one knew he had engineered their escape in '09. He had broke them out and now that they knew the horrors of the world, they would be ready. They would be ready to serve as creatures of the Otherness. He'd created them, after all.
He'd founded Manticore.
AN: Please review. This is my first shot at this kind of ML writing. RJ readers will notice the references and the end scene with Ros Mala/Sal Roma and that these place this story after Legacies and Conspiracies. I think it's in the general All the Rage time period, before Gia is pregnant in The Haunted Air and the expanded Otherness participation in Hosts and Gateways. Sure as hell before Nightworld.
