Tech Week Day 1
[AO3]
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.