An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Swindle and Blast Off have made remarks indicating they think I’ve made progress.” “I think they’re right,” Zainab replies, the exhaustion in her field flaring a bit. Her tightly knotted limbs relax a little. “You’ve made so much that I’m beginning to agree with you that my colleagues are incompetent.” She coughs, then adds quickly: “That was rude and unprofessional. Forgive me.” Onslaught buzzes a laugh deep in his internals. “I won’t protest that assessment.” She pauses. Grinds her internals a bit. Then: “You are. Refreshingly frank and honest.” Zainab’s electromagnetics cloud and fritz. “Goodness. That is the highest honor I will ever receive working here. A compliment from Mr. Onslaught.” “It’s not a medal of commendation,” Onslaught tells her. “You had a very low bar to step over.”
Chapter 3 of the "Onslaught Goes To Therapy" fic is up.
