Chistmas Fluff for Yersi
Title: Unintended Consequences
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This is for my dear friend Yersi. Cowgirlxena and I will SHOWER HER WITH LOVE AND APPRECIATION until she is overwhelmed with it because she deserves so much better than what happened.
Summary: The story of how Spoony and Insano became roommates.
Spoony was kind of surprised by the loud thump on his doorstep.
“Burton, what the hell was that?” Spoony asked.
The robot turned, and Spoony’s computer screen flickered to life, showing the feed from the front porch security camera. There was someone there, but they were slumped over and Spoony couldn’t really see their face.
They appeared to be wearing a labcoat, though, and Spoony could see some dark hair that gave Spoony a pretty good idea who his uninvited guest was.
Spoony went downstairs and opened the door, intent on yelling at Insano for daring to show his face at Spoony’s after he had hired a fucking assassin and forced Spoony to blow up his old house.
Spoony’s rant was derailed by the fact that when he actually opened the door, Insano fell to the ground. Apparently he had been using the door to stay mostly upright. Insano gave a pained groan and twitched a little.
Spoony sighed. It was really fucking hard to be mad at someone who kept whimpering pathetically in pain.
He grabbed Insano and tried to avoid any major injuries and managed to get Insano to the couch. It let Spoony get a better look at Insano’s wounds, which were numerous. Insano was covered in bruises and cuts.
“What the hell happened to you?” Spoony asked.
Insano opened one eye weakly just to look at him. He managed to lift a hand, and motioned to the nasty scrape on his forehead. “Linkara,” the bruise on his cheek “Linkara,” his shoulder “experiment gone wrong,” and so on, and the list seemed to go on forever, falling mostly on the side of failed experiments. Apparently this last one had been a doozy.
Spoony found himself feeling kind of bad for Insano.
“Right, just…let me go get the first aid kit,” Spoony muttered.
Because as much as Spoony wasn’t happy with Insano, he couldn’t stand to see someone in pain.
Spoony patched Insano up in silence, and Insano was too busy not looking at Spoony to make any conversation.
“So why’d you come here? Because I would have gladly punched you in the soul before you showed up all injured,” Spoony asked.
Insano shrugged and winced when it irritated one of the injuries. “I was pretty out of it. Maybe it was instinct,”
Spoony could believe that, if he stretched his thoughts. The two of them were the same person, sort of. Kind of. Except not really. It made sense that a very injured Insano would be drawn back to where Spoony was, hoping that it would be safe. But that was getting dangerously close to the mystical magical territory that was Linkara’s specialty and always gave Spoony a headache, so Spoony decided not to question it.
“I’ve got a spare bed. You should go take a nap. It’ll help you heal up,” Spoony said.
Insano slept for what seemed like forever. When he did wake up he lost his footing on the third to last stair and slid and stumbled noisily for a bit, which made Spoony laugh just a bit. So much for the attempt at a stealthy escape.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Spoony asked.
Insano looked embarrassed at getting caught. “I’m leaving,”
“To go where? Where do you even live, anyway?” Spoony asked, arms crossed.
“It’s none of your business, that’s where!” Insano said defensively.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just stay here til you’re better, okay? And don’t get pissy about it or I’ll call Linkara. And I know he’d agree with me,”
Insano glared but went back up the stairs when Spoony pointed. Spoony brought Insano up some Pop-Tarts a little later. Insano raised a disbelieving eyebrow at them.
“You really are a miserable cook, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am. And if that bothers you then you can cook dinner,” Spoony said.
The next few days went pretty much the same way, with Insano grumbling about being there but cooking when he felt up to it. When Insano was fully healed he left and went back to whatever base he’d set up.
The only problem was that now he kept coming back. Whenever he was hurt, with the excuse that his stove was broken and he hadn’t had time to fix it yet, just to annoy Spoony, whatever reason the doctor could come up with.
It came to a head when Spoony stepped on some very sharp piece of Science that Insano had left lying on the floor.
“Son of a bitch!” Spoony yelled. “Insano, get in here!”
It didn’t take Insano long to appear.
“What?” Insano asked.
“If you’re going to be living here, since apparently you’ve moved in, then we need to set some fucking ground rules. Number One: No Science in the Living Room!”
Insano rolled his eyes behind his goggles but nodded.
And that’s how Spoony somehow found himself with a mad scientist for a roommate.
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This is for my dear friend Yersi. Cowgirlxena and I will SHOWER HER WITH LOVE AND APPRECIATION until she is overwhelmed with it because she deserves so much better than what happened.
Summary: The story of how Spoony and Insano became roommates.
Spoony was kind of surprised by the loud thump on his doorstep.
“Burton, what the hell was that?” Spoony asked.
The robot turned, and Spoony’s computer screen flickered to life, showing the feed from the front porch security camera. There was someone there, but they were slumped over and Spoony couldn’t really see their face.
They appeared to be wearing a labcoat, though, and Spoony could see some dark hair that gave Spoony a pretty good idea who his uninvited guest was.
Spoony went downstairs and opened the door, intent on yelling at Insano for daring to show his face at Spoony’s after he had hired a fucking assassin and forced Spoony to blow up his old house.
Spoony’s rant was derailed by the fact that when he actually opened the door, Insano fell to the ground. Apparently he had been using the door to stay mostly upright. Insano gave a pained groan and twitched a little.
Spoony sighed. It was really fucking hard to be mad at someone who kept whimpering pathetically in pain.
He grabbed Insano and tried to avoid any major injuries and managed to get Insano to the couch. It let Spoony get a better look at Insano’s wounds, which were numerous. Insano was covered in bruises and cuts.
“What the hell happened to you?” Spoony asked.
Insano opened one eye weakly just to look at him. He managed to lift a hand, and motioned to the nasty scrape on his forehead. “Linkara,” the bruise on his cheek “Linkara,” his shoulder “experiment gone wrong,” and so on, and the list seemed to go on forever, falling mostly on the side of failed experiments. Apparently this last one had been a doozy.
Spoony found himself feeling kind of bad for Insano.
“Right, just…let me go get the first aid kit,” Spoony muttered.
Because as much as Spoony wasn’t happy with Insano, he couldn’t stand to see someone in pain.
Spoony patched Insano up in silence, and Insano was too busy not looking at Spoony to make any conversation.
“So why’d you come here? Because I would have gladly punched you in the soul before you showed up all injured,” Spoony asked.
Insano shrugged and winced when it irritated one of the injuries. “I was pretty out of it. Maybe it was instinct,”
Spoony could believe that, if he stretched his thoughts. The two of them were the same person, sort of. Kind of. Except not really. It made sense that a very injured Insano would be drawn back to where Spoony was, hoping that it would be safe. But that was getting dangerously close to the mystical magical territory that was Linkara’s specialty and always gave Spoony a headache, so Spoony decided not to question it.
“I’ve got a spare bed. You should go take a nap. It’ll help you heal up,” Spoony said.
Insano slept for what seemed like forever. When he did wake up he lost his footing on the third to last stair and slid and stumbled noisily for a bit, which made Spoony laugh just a bit. So much for the attempt at a stealthy escape.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Spoony asked.
Insano looked embarrassed at getting caught. “I’m leaving,”
“To go where? Where do you even live, anyway?” Spoony asked, arms crossed.
“It’s none of your business, that’s where!” Insano said defensively.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just stay here til you’re better, okay? And don’t get pissy about it or I’ll call Linkara. And I know he’d agree with me,”
Insano glared but went back up the stairs when Spoony pointed. Spoony brought Insano up some Pop-Tarts a little later. Insano raised a disbelieving eyebrow at them.
“You really are a miserable cook, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I am. And if that bothers you then you can cook dinner,” Spoony said.
The next few days went pretty much the same way, with Insano grumbling about being there but cooking when he felt up to it. When Insano was fully healed he left and went back to whatever base he’d set up.
The only problem was that now he kept coming back. Whenever he was hurt, with the excuse that his stove was broken and he hadn’t had time to fix it yet, just to annoy Spoony, whatever reason the doctor could come up with.
It came to a head when Spoony stepped on some very sharp piece of Science that Insano had left lying on the floor.
“Son of a bitch!” Spoony yelled. “Insano, get in here!”
It didn’t take Insano long to appear.
“What?” Insano asked.
“If you’re going to be living here, since apparently you’ve moved in, then we need to set some fucking ground rules. Number One: No Science in the Living Room!”
Insano rolled his eyes behind his goggles but nodded.
And that’s how Spoony somehow found himself with a mad scientist for a roommate.