Warnings: none. It's just funny brotherly shit based off an actual scenario that happened to me.
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Hunter sighed as he left the cockpit, immediately heading towards their resident sniper. Crosshair was sitting in front of his bunk, his firepuncher in pieces as he cleaned each one meticulously. He barely glanced up at the Sergeant as he approached, his attention focused on the rifle in front of him.
"Cross," The sniper looked up at Hunter, raising an eyebrow as he met his gaze. "Do you happen to know when the last time Tech took a break? …or slept?"
Crosshair glanced towards the cockpit door before turning his gaze back to Hunter. "Probably the last time we forced him into his bunk."
Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Of course… whose turn is it?"
Crosshair started to reassemble his rifle. "...mine," he grumbled.
He finished putting the pieces together before resting it on his bunk. He got up, walking past Hunter into the cockpit where he found Tech lying on his back underneath the control console. "Tech," he crossed his arms over his chest, no response. "Tech, you've been working on that console for at least 13 hours. You need a kriffing break." Still no response. He gave an over-exaggerated sigh, stalking over and kicking Tech's leg.
That finally got a reaction. Tech scooted down enough to make eye contact with Crosshair who stared down at him with an annoyed glare. Tech just stared back wearing an extremely confused look. "Do you require something?"
Crosshair didn't break eye contact. "Yeah, I require you to take a break and sleep."
Tech still looked confused as he responded, "Why? I have only been working for a few hours."
Crosshair looked at him in disbelief. "Try 13 hours."
Tech's eyes widened in shock before he scrambled to grab his datapad from its spot on the floor. Cross saw the moment the realization hit him. "I was not aware I had been working this long."
Crosshair couldn't stop the small chuckle. "We noticed. Now get your ass up and go take a nap."
Tech looked back up at his brother. "I haven't finished the-"
Crosshair interrupted his attempt to get back to work by grabbing his leg, beginning to drag him out of the cockpit.
"Wha-!? CROSSHAIR!?!?!"
Crosshair ignored his protests as he dragged him back to the bunks where Hunter sat looking both confused and amused.
"Crosshair, release me immediately!" Tech yelled, trying to pry his ankle free from the sniper's grasp.
Crosshair just gestured to Wrecker who laughed and came over, grabbing Tech from off the floor and, not so gently, dumping him in his bunk. Crosshair immediately started to pry his armor off of him, Hunter coming to help when Tech started to fight it.
"Tech, either you let me take your armor off or I let Wrecker start tickling you."
Tech's eyes stared directly as Crosshair’s. "Don't you dare,"
Crosshair just smirked. "I dare. Now sit still."
Tech finally gave up, letting his brother remove the rest of his armor. The moment Crosshair removed the last piece, Wrecker threw a blanket over Tech as Hunter grabbed his goggles away.
"Sleep," Crosshair ordered. "You can go back to hyper focusing on that damn console after you sleep and have a full meal."
Tech glared right back through blurry vision. "Only if you also eat." Crosshair raised an eyebrow, "you and I both know you have eaten either."
Hunter chuckled, slapping a hand on the sniper's shoulder. "You are gonna eat while Tech takes his nap.
"When the kriff did this become about me??" The sniper shot back.
Tech turned over as Crosshair continued to argue with Hunter, closing his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep. Faster he got to sleep, the faster he could get back to work.
Behind him, Crosshair slapped his hand over Hunter's mouth, pointing to Tech. Hunter looked at the sniper in confusion but made no move to remove the hand over his mouth. Crosshair just looked him dead in the eye and hissed, "Wake him and I kill you-"
Late I know but school work was a lot more than I expected.
I want to participate in @tbbtechweek‘s prompt, so I wrote this up in about an hour. I’ll do my best to do the rest of the days as well.
Currently Tech was fidgeting away on his next great idea.
This idea being a vague outline of something he thought he could possibly pull off.
A vague outline that wasn't coming together in the slightest.
He had a knack of doing this, coming up with something and, when he had the time, going to town on trying to create it.
Though of course these rapid attempts at creation usually didn’t work out.
What was most annoying about these endeavors, though, were when his aliit noticed.
Depending on the person they would either engage in a positive or annoying way.
Hunter and Wrecker generally fell into the positive category, though Wrecker could easily push his buttons on accident, asking enough questions to try and understand what he was doing but knowing they wouldn’t be able to ever fully understand.
And then there’s Crosshair.
The two having a poking and prodding relationship.
They knew how to get under the other’s skin, how to get what they want from each other, and how to show they care for one another.
“Creating another disaster?” Crosshair’s voice cut through Tech’s thoughts, surprised but not at the same time.
“They’re not a disaster!” he muttered, already done with what his vod was doing.
“The last one nearly blew up the ship,” he countered.
“You’re exaggerating the damage it could have done,” his tone becoming one of annoyance at Crosshair bringing that instance, making Crosshair sneer.
“I don’t think I am, what are you making this time anyways. Looks like a bunch of wires to me.”
“Well I’d think it was obvious,” he snapped back at Crosshair. The sniper’s sneer disappeared at that statement, he hated when Tech pulled that phrase on him.
A silence fell between the two, as neither knew what to say to each other after that exchange.
Finally, Tech relented “It’s an enhanced version of my goggles, I’m hoping to be able to see possibly a thousand clicks away. It’s not working out at the moment…”
Crosshair slowly nodded his head, considering what to say, “Do you…need anything then?”
Tech smiled softly at the gesture, “Not currently, but I’ll let you when I do.”
He grunted before leaving Tech to his wires.
The sound of metal and electrical wire being mashed together reverberated through the claustrophobic room making Tech feel comfortable again with his work.
Though his relationship with Crosshair could be strained when they wanted to they knew how to show the other that they cared, and they always would.
