A/N - When a psychic gives you a present, trust that they know what they're doing.

Bing pauses at the door for only a moment before raising his hand to knock. It's the Host's door. The place where no one knows how to find unless the Host wants you to find it and according to what the doc told him, the Host wants to see the cyborg.

"Come in."

As Bing walks in, he's a little shameless in his staring. So far as he knows, no one has ever been granted access to the Host's room, at least not since he moved in, so he's kind of curious what's in here.

It's a lot simpler than he was expecting. A desk, a bed, several bookcases packed with books, which considering the Host is blind is really weird, a bean bag? The Host doesn't strike him as that kind of guy. Still you can't fault comfort.

"You wanted to see me?"

The Host is sat at the desk, and at Bing's entrance he turns. He's smiling which is kind of unnerving given how stern and serious he usually is. "Bing. You are doing well?"

"Uh…yeah. I guess?" he's not quite sure how to respond and when the Host laughs he's a little unnerved.

"Apologies. The Host understands we are in the midst of another crisis and 'being well' is possibly not the best term. The Host means, are you recovering well from your….unpleasantness?"

A shiver runs down Bing's spine and he's grateful that that's all the detail the Host goes into.

"Oh, yeah. All sorted." he lifts his hand and flexes his fingers more than once. It's kind of weird how much smoother everything seems since he's been put back together. Google wasn't lying when he said it was an upgrade. Bing hadn't even realised how slow and kind of stuttery his old parts were until he really got into using the new stuff. "Kind of weird though."

"No doubt it's an adjustment." The Host pushes himself to his feet, pausing to brush himself down and straighten his jacket. "Since your physical recovery is all but complete, Google has requested that the Host check in with you up there." he raises a finger and taps the side of his own head. "So long as you are agreeable."

Bing is hesitant, sure the Host has been in his head before but still, it feels like kind of an invasion, especially since there's nothing wrong up there anymore. "Do y'…do y'gotta?"

"Better to be safe than sorry, don't you think?" The Host offers out his hand and Bing stares at it. This is probably the real scary bit. The bit where the Host convinces you it's your choice but Bing honestly wonders if he plays some kind of mind hoohah that makes you say yes.

When Bing puts his human hand in the Host's, the room around them melts into darkness and he panics. The Host's free hand grasps tightly to Bing's robotic arm, he learned his lesson after last time and intends to reassure the cyborg that everything is okay.

The gesture is grounding and the panic, fleeting. Bing stares at the darkness around them, listening to a thousand familiar voices from a thousand different encounters. It's a disconcerting experience that's over within minutes. The room returns, and the Host draws away.

"All is well." the Host smiles, patting Bing's robotic arm, "But even so, the Host has a…." he pauses, "…gift for in case."

"In case? In case of what?"

The Host doesn't respond, moving to retrieve something that he keeps by the side of his desk, picking it up and holding it out for Bing who just stares at it.

"…..It's a bat."

"It's a weapon." The Host corrects. A worn baseball bat lays in his hands and he takes the handle in one, gesturing for Bing to step back, as he gives it a half-swing. "One that the Host used to use when things weren't going the way he wanted." his face has a dreamy look as he clasps the bat in both hands again before offering it to Bing. "You may need it."

"…But it's a bat." In a building where there are robots and magic users and whatever the hell Mare is, what the heck kind of use will a baseball bat be?

The Host frowns. He thrusts it at Bing. "Trust the Host. You're going to need it."

Bing holds the bat in his hands and despite it being kind of old and dull looking, there is kind of a hum to it as it presses against his fingers. If it's the Host, chances are it's got some kind of magic weirdness flowing through it and though he thanks the Host, Bing's not even two steps down the corridor before he's resolved to hide it away.

It's weird but it's almost like the bat itself is telling him…not yet….