Embroidered Skulls
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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 20 | Prompt 20: Truth Serum
Rated: G | Words: 1092 | A slight mishap leads to some honest answers. [Character Focus: Tech, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker]
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“Ah, you’re back,” Tech says, glancing up when Hunter and Echo clamber up the ramp of the ship. “Wrecker and Crosshair should be returning in short order as well.”
Hunter and Echo exchange glances, wordless communication flashing between them in microexpressions Tech cannot read.
“Did the extraction go according to plan? Were there any issues?” Tech asks.
Echo stiffens at the question, and Hunter turns away to drop the small crate of serum on one of the crash seats.
“It…went. It was fine,” Hunter says, his back still to Tech. “We’re fine.”
“We’re fine,” Echo agrees with a sharp nod.
Tech narrows his gaze.
“I mean…” Echo continues, looking uncomfortable. “We’re not injured. But there was a mishap.”
“Echo,” Hunter groans.
“A mishap?” Tech presses. “What sort of mishap?”
Echo shifts from one artificial leg to the other. “Well…”
Hunter spins around, pushing Echo aside. “We lost one of the vials. That’s all. It was destroyed.”
“One of the truth serum vials?” Tech keeps himself carefully composed. “Were either of you exposed?”
Hunter huffs, crossing his arms. “Were you exposed?”
“That is not a logical response,” Tech says, deadpan.
“Yeah, well,” Hunter sputters, “Why aren’t you answering the question?”
Tech rolls his eyes. “No. I was not exposed because I wasn’t there. I’m going to assume that you both were exposed which explains why you are behaving erratically.”
“You can’t tell Wrecker or Crosshair,” Echo pleads.
“Echo! Stop talking,” Hunter cries.
“You stop talking,” Echo shoots back. “You’re the one asking Tech if he was exposed to the serum you dropped half a klick away!”
“That’s because someone didn’t make sure the second latch on the crate was secure!”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?”
“Yes!”
“At least we now know that the serum is effective,” Tech sighs, picking up the crate of drugs to stow away before Wrecker inadvertently causes more mayhem.
“Tech,” Hunter cries, trailing after him, “is there an antidote?”
“The effects should wear off on their own with no detriment to your health.”
“But Tech…”
Tech locks up the crate and turns to his brother. “Hunter, do you honestly think I have an antidote to a newly discovered truth serum just lying around in the med kit?”
Hunter hesitates. “Yes?”
“That was a rhetorical question, but I appreciate your honesty,” Tech says with a barely concealed grin as he brushes past Hunter back into the main hold.
“Tech, this isn’t funny!”
“That entirely depends on which side of the argument you’re on,” Tech says. “And I’m sure that Wrecker and Crosshair will be on my side.”
“You can’t tell them!”
“I won’t tell them anything. The two of you on the other hand…”
“Maker, Tech, you have to help us,” Echo says.
A distinct voice bellows outside the ship, “We’re back! Did you miss us?”
Hunter and Echo give Tech an beseeching look, and he almost pities them.
Almost.
Wrecker comes bounding into the ship followed by the much more sedate sniper. Crosshair hits the control to close the door before turning on the group still crowded in the hull. “Is something wrong?” he asks, taking off his helmet.
“Why would something be wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” Hunter says quickly.
Too quickly.
Crosshair smirks. “What did you do?”
Hunter’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his mouth shut.
Crosshair’s gaze slides to Echo. “What did he do?”
“Hunter broke a vial of the truth serum,” Echo says.
Crosshair’s face goes slack with surprise for a moment before a wicked grin curls across his face. “Did he now? That’s unfortunate.”
“What does that mean?” Wrecker asks, looking concerned as he glances between the color drained faces of Echo and Hunter.
“It means that loose lips crash starships, Wrecker,” Crosshair says.
Wrecker looks puzzled for a moment before it clicks, and he smiles broadly. “Ah, I get it.”
“There’s nothing to get,” Hunter snaps. “Tech, get us out of here. We have a mission to complete.”
Tech nods and heads for the cockpit, Echo following closely behind him.
“If you think I’m going to help you not inadvertently answer incessant questions, you are mistaken,” Tech says, settling into the pilot’s chair and flicking switches for the startup sequence.
“How long will it take for this to get out of our systems?” Echo asks.
Tech sighs. “I may know many things, Echo, but even I have my limits. I would need access to the research and chemical makeup of the drug to accurately answer your question.”
“Give me your best guess.”
“You will not like it.”
“Tech!”
“I would estimate that you and Hunter will experience the effects of the drug for approximately one standard week.”
“No! You’re lying!”
Tech smiles. “At least one of us can.”
Echo drops into the copilot’s chair with a growl. “You’re the worst.”
Tech gets them situated in a hyperspace lane before a tangle of cajoling voices approach the cockpit, and Hunter enters followed by Wrecker and Crosshair. Hunter sits down, and turns his chair away from his siblings.
“C’mon, Hunter,” Wrecker says, “Don’t you want to tell us?”
“No!”
Crosshair chuckles. “He’s telling the truth.”
“Shut up, Cross.”
“But really, Hunter, we need to know…where’d you learn how to embroider skulls onto your bandanas? Or do you have them done somewhere? And if that’s the case, then where?”
Hunter decidedly keeps his jaw locked shut.
“It would be more effective if you asked the questions individually,” Tech offers. The look of utter betrayal Hunter shoots him is heartbreaking, but the engineer simply shrugs. “This is a research opportunity I am unwilling to pass up.”
Echo chuckles, drawing Crosshair’s attention. “You know something about this, don’t you?” he asks, pointing at the cyborg accusingly.
Hunter’s eyes widen, and Echo swallows.
“I’m not sure what you’re asking,” Echo says, evading the question carefully.
“Where does Hunter keep his art projects?”
Echo scoffs. “Hunter doesn’t do art projects,” he says, looking relieved. A fatal mistake.
“Where does Hunter keep his embroidery kit?” Tech specifies.
“In a box under the nav computer. There’s a hollow behind the main hard drive,” Echo says.
“Echo!” Hunter gasps.
Crosshair and Wrecker exchange thrilled glances before racing out of the cockpit. Hunter goes after them, ordering them to leave his stuff alone.
“How did you find out about Hunter’s sewing project?” Tech asks wryly.
“Eh, I found it one day when I was doing repairs.”
The two are quite a moment while they listen to the indistinct squabbling and laughter behind them.
“But really, Tech, how long until this stuff wears off?”
END
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High school sweethearts?
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I made a moodboard and an introduction to the story here but I’m posting a snippet as well 👀
Buck’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face or rather - one particular familiar face - at his high school reunion. Life hadn’t been so easy for him back then but now when he had become a public figure, people that he had never spoken to, took a sudden interest in him. But there was only one face that he truly longed to see.
And that’s when he saw him. Eddie Diaz, the man that he had loved since he was 16. And hadn’t seen since he was 19. That was over a decade ago now.
The brown eyed man bore clear signs of aging, small lines starting to form around the corners of his eyes. Yet he hadn’t seem to have changed at all - a big, bright smile plastered on his face as he greeted old classmates and friends.
Buck discreetly slipped his fingers under his shirt, fingers seeking the silver chain that held the promise ring that Eddie gave him back in high school. It rested against his skin, concealed from view but stayed a constant reminder of the chapter of his life that had meant everything. Eddie had been his whole world for years.
Hesitant yet excited, he approached Eddie on unsteady feet and as soon as Eddie’s eyes turned to him, a wave of nostalgia washed over him, setting back time instantly.
“Eddie, is that really you?” He chuckled like he could ever forget the face of a man that he had loved for almost half of his life. Eddie turned to face him and somehow the world seemed to stop spinning, memories of shared laughter and secret glances clear as the summer sky.
“Buck?” Eddie’s voice held a hint of disbelief. The stark blue eyed man in front of him had aged amazingly, standing like the masterpiece that he was in front of him.
It took another moment for the two of them to share an embrace and a laugh of nervousness escaped Buck’s mouth.
“Wow you look-…”
“Older? Taller? More rugged?” Buck joked, unable to take the situation seriously. As much as he had longed to see Eddie again, it stung. Years had passed, years that Eddie promised that they would spend together and then never did.
“I was going to say good but sure, yeah, that too” Eddie returned the laugh, still able to read Buck’s voice and body language like an open book.
A bit painstakingly awkward, the two of them started to catch up and for a moment, everything seemed to be exactly like it was back then.
The love was never lost, it just wasn’t their time.
Until Eddie raised his hand to comb through his hair - something he did when he was feeling out of place - that Buck saw the wedding ring on Eddie’s finger.
“Married, huh?” He questioned, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.
Eddie's expression shifted, a mix of emotions crossing his face. "Yeah, I met someone after college. Her name's Shannon, and we have a son called Christopher”
Buck nodded, trying to mask the disappointment that he felt. “That’s great, Eddie. I’m happy for you. Glad to see that you’re doing well” Buck’s words were laced with something that resembled a mix of sarcasm and sadness.
Just as the conversation settled into a slightly awkward silence, a woman approached, wrapping her arm around Eddie's waist. "Eddie, who's this?" she asked, glancing at Buck with a careful smile.
Eddie introduced them, "Shannon, this is Evan. He’s an old friend”
They were never just friends.
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