Edd had spent most of his morning at the junkyard looking for parts he needed to fix the bike, the place was filthy but he didn't have a choice. He knew that people often threw away things that seemed broken but weren't. A lot of the time he found things that were fixable, all it really took was the knowledge of how to fix it and the patience to do so. The junkyard would have been one of his favorite places to be if it weren't for how nasty it was.

He hadn't been able to find everything that he needed, but he'd found a good bit. His mind stayed busy with thoughts of calculations and mechanics. He refused to think of anything other than fixing the motorcycle. He couldn't. Anything else was dangerous territory. If he let himself think about anything other than the bike then his emotions would start to take over. And feeling was out of the question. So he took what he found back to his garage and tried to leave his feelings in the junkyard where he believed they belonged.

He got back to his house and put all of the parts next to the bike. He went inside and washed up so that he could make some lunch. He couldn't fix the motorcycle if he didn't have any energy. So he ate his sandwich, drank a couple of glasses of water, and then got down to business.

As he worked he kept his mind completely focused on the task in front of him. He had never rebuilt a vehicle before so he wasn't completely sure about what it was that he was doing. For anything he didn't know he looked it up. Having the information readily available to him was a big advantage. He didn't have to keep dropping what he was doing and running to an auto shop, and he was grateful that he could just sit in his garage and be alone. There were a couple of times where he heard knocking on the garage door, but he just ignored it. Whoever it was eventually stopped knocking and went away. For that he was even more grateful.

Double D knew his friends were worried about him, but he just couldn't find it in himself to care. He would talk to them when he was ready, he just hoped that they wouldn't hold it against him. He hoped they would understand that he just couldn't deal with other people yet.

So that's how it went for who knows how long.

Edd would wake up early and go to the junkyard to see if he could find any more of the parts he needed. Sometimes he would get lucky, sometimes he wouldn't. Then he'd go home, eat, work, and sleep. For the first few days someone would come knocking on the door, but he was too busy to answer. He had to keep working.

Edd lost track of the days and eventually the knocks on the door stopped. He'd come to expect them so the first day that there was no knock he felt a small pang of guilt and regret, but he just kept working. At the end of the month he almost had the bike completely restored, there were just a few more parts that he needed. He hadn't had any luck finding them at the junkyard, and he didn't think he'd be able to find them there anytime soon.

So he did the only thing he knew he could do. He went to Eddy's house and knocked on the door. As he waited for someone to answer he hoped that Eddy wouldn't be too upset with him. He was dreading the conversation that he knew was waiting for him, but when the door opened it wasn't Eddy who was there. It was Terrence.

He took a bite of an apple and chewed on it before speaking. "What do you want, Double Dork?" He asked with a bite of apple still in his mouth.

Edd scrunched his nose in disgust. "I told you not to call me that." He said through gritted teeth.

Terrence chuckled. "So?"

It took everything Edd had not to punch Eddy's brother in the mouth. He knew how strong Terrence was, and he knew that if Terrence decided to hit him back that he wouldn't stand a chance against the guy. "I need to talk to Eddy."

Terrence took another bite of apple. "He's not here."

"Well where is he?" Edd asked, his voice tense.

"He took a trip out of town with the dumb one and some blonde chick." Terrence said before throwing the apple core over Edd's head into the front yard.

Edd sighed. "Well thanks for nothing." He said before turning to walk away.

Terrence reached out and put a hand on Edd's shoulder. "Now hold on a second. What is that you need? I may not be Eddy, but I'm sure Big Bro can help."

Edd shrugged Terrence's hand off his shoulder. "And just what makes you think I'd want your help?"

"I know motorcycles. I've rebuilt a couple before. I might be able to help." Terrence informed him.

Edd turned back around to face his friend's brother. "How do you even know that's what I'm doing?" Edd asked without trying to conceal his anger.

Terrence shrugged. "I saw you get the bike that day. And then Eddy wouldn't shut up about how you had locked yourself in the garage. It made sense. Plus I'm not stupid. Eddy told me what happened. If I loved a guy and he died totalling his motorcycle I'd rebuild it too."

Edd let out a short and tense chuckle. "Are you even capable of such an emotion? The Terrence I know doesn't even have the emotional capacity to be civil."

Terrence stayed quiet for a moment, his face was unreadable. "That was a long time ago, man. Things changed. So did I. I'm trying to be nice here. Just let me."

Double D didn't know what to say, so he just turned around and started walking back to his house. He was almost to the sidewalk when he stopped. "Well, are you coming or not?"

With that Terrence reached over to grab his keys from the key holder and locked the door before heading over to Edd. "Alright. You wanna show me what we're working with?"

Edd wasn't pleased with the idea of letting Terrence anywhere near Kevin's bike, but Eddy was gone, and it seemed like the only option he had. He didn't have to like it though, he reasoned with himself. He could accept the man's help without liking him, people did it all the time.