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Picture Perfect…
Story 2
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Description:
Simon's 1st day working for Oasis is something else: navigating working with Military and security types like Alec and Bindy, crazy scientists led by their fearless (and fabulous) leader Magnus Bane, a random case with a picture perfect family from the 1950's that's anything but 'perfect', and a near certain supervillain boss who is equal parts intimidating and exhilarating and entirely too flirty for Simon's own good is a lot for a flaily, babbly, way too excitable college student to handle, however Simon is nothing if not adaptable…
That's good…
Between the Mags-sanity, Becks 'helpfulness' and Raph's secrets he's REALLY gonna need it.
Chapter 1:
The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life…
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Ugh this is just ridiculous where did that litt-
"Damnit Becks, where is my watch? It's my first day, I can't be late! I'm already gonna be the least qualified person working there, plus I'm gonna be just…well me. Too eager, too uncoordinated, too flaily, way too loud, just too much. I always am- especially on a first day. The nervous energy, excitement and eagerness always gets the best of me.
I know I'm gonna have to work overtime to correct whatever over the top first impression I make. Most of the people working there won't believe I belong there. They won't think I'm mature or responsible or skilled enough for it- I really don't want to add undependable to that as well.
Where is my watch?"
Becks shifted, raising one front appendage, gesturing towards a simple, clean styled black holowatch setting on the desk, giving an innocent little shrug. Simon huffed, rolling his eyes, shaking his head, eyebrow quirking.
"Not that one- you know the one I mean…"
A series of beeps and boops the little legs shifting and flittering exasperatedly again gesturing towards the black watch. Simon groaned, crossing his arms.
"Damnit Becks I don't have time for this, where's MY watch?"
The little tredectipod stood there for a moment, standing up a bit straighter, two of its legs folding across it perfectly mimicking Simon's stance, digging in just as stubborn. They glared at each other in a stalemate. Finally Simon gave a faint, frustrated growl, shifting forward.
"Okay Becks I don't have time for your obnoxious little drama queen, fashionista temper tantrum- I don't. I have less than fifteen minutes before I have to leave. If I don't get my watch back in the next two you are not coming with me."
Becks ocular censor widened, letting out a high pitched string of chatter, legs flailing every which way. Simon shook his head.
"No it's not- it's totally fair. Get me my watch right now or you're staying home. And if I come home and the watch still isn't back you will stay home for the rest of the week. No discussion. And I know you're reading my vitals so you know I mean it."
Becks gave a little whining noise, kind of slumping down ocular censor widening before kind of dimming, looking downcast, glancing up kind of hesitantly.
Simon shook his head.
"Don't give me that look, it's not gonna work." He held his hand out.
"Watch. Now."
Becks kind of fidgeted, shifting from one leg to another. Simon huffed, giving a dismissive shrug.
"Alright fine, have it your way." He turned, grabbing his bag off the desk, beginning for the door.
A series of alarmed, frantic beeps, boops and trills sounded behind him, the little tredectipod scrambling after him catching his pant leg, tugging anxiously for him to stop. He paused, glancing down, head tilting expectantly. Becks huffed faintly skittering past him, clambering up the papier-mâché Jersey Devil Sara made him last year, hoping off the head of the thing onto the top of the bookcase, one feeler snaking down behind the fixture on his wall mounted Tardis mood light, pulling out the neon green, orange reflecting watch.
Becks turned, scrambling back down from the bookshelf, coming back over to Simon, stopping just in front of his, giving one more faint, near pouty huff, slumping a bit before holding the watch up for Simon.
Simon smiled, nodding approvingly, leaning forward to retrieve the watch. He shifted back up, slipping the watch on his wrist, clicking a few buttons to adjust the fit, wiping off the screen, flicking through the processes on the screen, ensuring it was updated with all the info for the day before glancing back down at Becks, flashing a faint grin.
"There, thank you."
Becks huffed, slumping down more, ocular censor rolling faintly, front tendrils crossing, giving a slightly petulant little shrug. Simon couldn't help a little chuckle, rolling his eyes affectionately at the sulky little tredectipod, kneeling down next to him, lightly patting his head.
"Now come on Becks - don't be like that."
Becks shifted away a bit, fidgeting, giving a soft little trilling boop like noise. Simon tried to hide his smile, shaking his head.
"Alright I know that was harsh but it was necessary."
Becks shook his head, gesturing towards the watch on his wrist then back at the black one on the desk a series of clicks, whistles and beeps following.
Again Simon shook his head.
"I know, I know- you were just trying to help. But I like it." He shifted, flashing a near teasing smile.
"Besides you have to admit it does kinda go with my shirt. The green even matches the picture of Nessie."
Becks stood up straight in alarm, head shaking quickly, scrambling around to face Simon. His tendrils flailed, gesturing animatedly towards the black tee-shirt with an iridescent green loch ness monster under bright violet lettering proclaiming 'Nessie Doesn't Believe In You Either'.
Becks again shook his head, waving vigorously, gesturing from Simon over to his closet. Simon tilted his head, eyebrow quirking.
"Hmm? What do you mean- I am ready."
Becks startled, ocular sensor widening even more, glowing brightly, colors flickering and flashing through the entire spectrum, emitting a chattering burst of clicks, trills and squeaks, legs flailing animatedly.
Simon shrugged, unconcerned.
"Nah this is fine, I'm good. Magnus did say to dress comfortably and most people think Nessie's a Plesiosaur- something they've apparently dealt with before. Might be a good ice breaker. Let's head out." Simon stood up, again turning for the door.
An alarmed series of boops, trills and dolphin like clicks followed in his wake. Becks scrambled after him, darting past Simon whirling around standing as tall as he could stretching a few of his tendrils out in an attempt to block the door, using a couple more to flail and gesture, one pointing at Simon in a near scolding type gesture- a sharp, rapid fire burst of clicks, squeaks, chatter and beeps accompanying the tredectipod dressing-down.
Simon tried to keep a straight face for as long as he could before losing it, laughing brightly, flashing a playful, near teasing grin, eyebrow quirking.
"Becks dude breathe- I'm kidding. I know I'm kinda fashion challenged but you don't really think I'm THIS bad do you?"
Becks scoffed, ocular sensor shifting over him before giving a sharp, unimpressed nod.
"Hey!"
Becks shrugged right back, head tilting smugly. Simon couldn't help a bit of a laugh, rolling his eyes at the tredectipod, turning to the closet, opening the door, grabbing his light blue, Tardis dotted button up off the hanger, slipping it on over his tees shirt, buttoning it up most of the way, tucking it in, grabbing his matching suit jacket off the hook on the back of the door slipping it on as well, straightening it before turning around, striking a little pose, flashing a smile.
"See, not so bad right?"
Becks shrugged, one tendril holding up, moving back and forth in a 'eh' kinda gesture. Simon huffed, rolling his eyes, waving the diva tredectipod off.
"Hey this is the best I got okay? It's a suit, it matches, it fits okay, is pretty comfortable and unless you're super close you can't even really see the Tardis's on the shirt, they just look like a darker blue pattern. I'm not a suit-y person and going by Magnus their not super strict on the whole professional work attire type thing. He actually said straight out not to wear like first day, office type attire and said multiple times no ties- apparently it's a safety issue.
He said to wear something I'm comfortable in and it'd be a good idea to pick something kinda versatile as you never know what the day's gonna bring.
This is good."
Becks scoffed rolling his ocular sensor. Simon rolled his eyes right back, giving a bit of a wave.
"Fine, what's wrong with it?"
Becks again rolled his ocular sensor (it's a wonder the damn thing didn't get stuck), clambering over to the desk, picking up the black watch holding it up.
Simon sighed.
"Besides that."
Becks made a little huffing sound, starting a squeaky, trilling rant, Simon held his hand up waving him off.
"No Becks, I'm not budging on this. Look, I know you don't like it, it's not fashionable or chic and it's flashy in all the wrong ways but I don't care. This watch is like my good luck charm, and yeah, yeah I know I'm a scientist and that's not scientific or rational or any of that but still I don't care. It's special, it means something.
Sara gave it to me for my thirteenth birthday, she saved her allowance for over two months and had to brave comic con alone to track it down. I've worn it on every first day or important event I've had. I was even wearing it when we first discovered the Rifts. I was wearing it when I came up with nearly all my best, favorite inventions…even you.
It was the very first thing you ever criticized.
I know it's just a replica from a cheesy cartoon from over a decade ago but it's important to me. I love it and it makes me feel more centered and a bit more confident. I really think I'm gonna need that today. I know it's kinda oddball and out there but I'm working with someone who thinks violet snake print heeled boots are proper footwear for a trip to the Cretaceous. Gotta think oddball might kinda fit here.
Right?"
Becks shrugged, giving a conceding nod and a flippant little gesture followed by a string of chirping chatter interspersed with little trilling beeps.
Simon snorted, rolling his eyes exasperatedly.
"Oh he could not make the watch work! I swear we just met him and I already think you like him more than me."
And again with the ocular sensor rolling followed by a beeping, clicking string of chatter.
Simon chuckled.
"Yeah well that's not exactly news. You like everyone's fashion sense more than mine. I'm dreading you meeting Raphael. You think everyone dresses better than me."
Something very close to a laugh followed by a little clicking trill sounded. Simon snickered, shaking his head.
"Okay well guess it's something. Good to know I'm ahead of at least one person style wise in your eyes. Though like Alec already told you he's security- tac gear's a thing he has to wear. It's not about fashion it's about function.
Magnus seems to like it."
Becks scoffed, giving a dismissive wave and a series of clicks, beeps and boops. Simon chuckled, waving him off right back, flashing a playful smile.
"Yeah well be that as it may he does. Also the man's a ranking military captain, trained in combat, military tactics, covert ops, and search and rescue- not to mention seems a little bit on the uptight side. So maybe play nice? Just try to keep the commentary to a minimum with him, alright? He's new to the team too and probably under a lot of stress- I don't want to make that worse."
A snarky series of trills and whirls. Simon quirked his eyebrow, head tilting.
"Okay- let's go at this another way. You piss him off and he probably won't want to work with us…which means we'd probably be working a lot closer with Bindy."
Becks shot up straight in alarm, colors flashing a brilliant neon yellow, ocular sensor widening and glowing slightly before kind of paling, giving a nervous little nod. He blinked, raising one tendril cautiously, giving three soft beeps.
Simon chuckled, giving a quick nod.
"Good to hear it." He smiled once more, shifting forward, holding his hand out, Becks clambering up his arm, skittering over his right shoulder and over his head, turning a few times, tendrils shifting and fluttering a bit before finding a comfortable perch, settling on his left shoulder.
Simon smiled, standing up, glancing around the room one last time to be sure he wasn't forgetting anything. He unzipped the front pocket of the bag, pulling out the manila envelope with his new Oasis Employee I.D. he received just this morning.
It wasn't in the mail, just slipped under his door sometime last night. The only markings on the envelope was a Jurassic Park sticker.
He chuckled, opening the envelope,, tugging on the simple black lanyard, pulling the I.D out, holding it in front of him, twisting the lanyard, watching the thin Plasticine badge spin, looking at it from all sides. He reached forward with his free hand, catching it, tracing over the holographic Oasis logo on the back before slowly turning it over watching the holograb play.
They must have used a clip from the security footage. Gotta admit he's kinda glad. He always hates taking Holograbs for I.D's. All you have to do is just stand still and smile for like ten seconds. That should not be a challenge but every time he gets so nervous and antsy. He ends up waving or fidgeting or something and the smile always ends up way too big and fake- which is so annoying cause he smiles most of the time- it's like practically his default expression. Yet put a camera on him and it shifts to this weird combo of the Joker and the Cheshire Cat.
This one's actually not bad. He's smiling but it's a normal, sane looking smile. He's not really focusing on the camera he smiles at it then kind of shrugs and glances away, brushing his hair back before again glancing back up, smiling, this one giving a little glimpse of his dimples, laughing faintly.
Huh…
Actually it's pretty much the best picture he's ever taken.
Like…ever.
Weird…he's never actually had a flattering I.D. Picture. He didn't even know that was a thing that could happen. At this point he's kinda convinced that a flattering picture is a sure sign an I.D. was fake.
Hmm…weird….maybe it's some kind of tech they've developed like Raphael's atmosphere Generator or Marcella's awesome death ray or Magnus's Anomaly stabilizer and all terrain heels.
He gave a soft chuckle, looking over the holograb again, shaking his head in disbelief. Yeah definitely some kind of techy something or other going on there. He doesn't even know why he's surprised- after all: This is freaking Oasis he's talking about.
THE Oasis.
The biggest of the big leagues. Largely thought to be the most advanced, cutting edge company in the entire world. And that's just from the projects the public knows about.
Oasis is like THE holy grail of nerd jobs.
And he has it.
Oh…wow…
Please don't let me screw this up.
He took a deep breath, trying to settle the sudden fluttering, butterfly like feeling in his stomach, a nervous shiver slipping through him. Becks shifted closer, giving a soft little trill, reaching up, a couple tendrils patting lightly at his curls. Simon gave a soft laugh, glancing over, shaking his head.
"No, I'm okay; it just kinda really hit me. I'm okay…really. Just nervous. GOOD nervous, really good nervous…but yeah.
T-this…this is big…like one of the biggest things to ever happen to me, and this is the first step. I just really don't want to screw it up."
Becks chirped lightly, flickering from soft pink to a light, soothing blue, chattering lightly, again patting his head reassuringly.
He smiled, nodding, reaching up, lightly patting Becks head, a couple of his tendrils shifting up, wrapping around his hand, squeezing gently. He squeezed back, taking one more deep, calming breath before giving a slight nod, glancing over, meeting Becks ocular sensor, eyebrow quirking.
"Well first day of the rest of our lives Becks, think we're ready for this?"
Becks trilled, head nodding affirmative, gesturing towards the door, colors flashing bright shimmering violet, standing up a little straighter, puffing up a bit.
He gave a soft huff of a laugh, nodding back, taking one more deep breath, slipping his I.D. lanyard over his head, tucking it into his jacket, shifting his bag onto the shoulder opposite Becks.
"Well only one way to find out."
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Oh my god I love Becks so freaking much! He's just so adorable. I adore this verse- it's definitely in my top four (Hey it's hard competition- we have noir detective warlocks and a demon crime boss, aliens, spies, psychics, imaginary friends, detectives and more warlocks. That's some tough competition right there)
We have SO much in store for this one.
Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do.
So what do you think so far?
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