17 – 21
Lapis With A Splash Of Emerald
Gibson/Otto
The silence was blissful. Not that he didn't love Otto's company it was just that sometimes one needs his own personal space. Besides as the saying went, Absence makes the heart grow fonder. While Otto was only down the hall in his own room Gibson still couldn't shake the tiny feeling inside which told him to go and find his emerald lover.
Otto flicked the blue tail as it twitched. He pulled it slightly, a sign to the tail's owner that he wanted to play. Gibson merely snorted before pushing his tail to the other side of his body. Otto seemed to quieten down for a while before he had the sudden impulse snuggle the blue scientist….
So he did.
"You were once my closest ally Otto, how fitting you should fall by my hand."
As those words flashed by Gibson's ears he didn't think, his body just told him to move. Gibson didn't like to fight, he was a scientist. He preferred studying life than taking it away. But suddenly all reasoning was gone, leaving only animalistic instincts. As Mandarin leapt at Otto Gibson could feel his legs bending then pushing, catapulting him into the air. Gibson pulled back his drill ready for the assault.
Suddenly he wasn't on the battlefield, he was in some sort of slowed down reality. Time seemed to have stopped. For a moment he met his green partner's gaze and saw the fear evident in them. It pulled at his heart to see the green monkey so scared when normally he was so joyful. Then it was gone and Otto's gaze turned to Mandarin with a hard glare of defiance. As if daring him to try and hurt him. Gibson suddenly felt a strong overwhelming sense of protection towards the littlest member of the Hyperforce.
And with a jolt Gibson was back on the battlefield, his drill tearing through Mandarin's claw. The sickening crunch of bone made him dizzy with nausea but at least he could find the strength to spit out the words:
"Try beating him disarmed!"
Gibson didn't much like reflecting on the past to pick out his mistakes but perhaps it was necessary. Honestly he didn't know what he'd done to upset the littlest monkey so. He'd simply told him the truth. They were as different as well…night and day. Otto was practically brimming with life, he was a bit clumsy yes but was always willing to make up for his mistakes. He was the constant in Gibson's life, the only thing which stayed the same no matter what. He was…
Gibson slid from his chair deciding that maybe something could be worked out between them.
The thunder clap earned another squeak from the littlest monkey. The green simian curled into a tighter ball as the storm raged on. The blue monkey ambled over before his nose caught the strong sense of fear. The blue monkey patted the green fur and brushed the side of his face against his companions in a soft reassurance.