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Title: Curiosity
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Wayne/Spoonette, some Linkara/Insano if you want it, but mainly Gen
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to 'Illusions', Linkara does a little snooping into Linksano's holodeck usage and learns more about the doctor in the process.
Linkara could admit to being curious about what Linksano got up to in the Holodeck. But that was just because he nearly always used the same program, according to the logs. Even Harvey and Ninja Style Dancer didn’t have that kind of consistency.
Linkara mulled it over for a while before his curiosity got the better of him.
“Nimue, run Holodeck scenario DLS01,” Linkara said.
He would just take a quick peek and see what had captured Linksano’s interest, and see if his suspicions were right.
He found himself in the entryway for a normal, respectable suburban home. Which was…not exactly what Linkara had been expecting, though it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
“Oscar? Is that you?” A female voice yelled, and Linkara spared a quick second to smirk to himself. That was more like it. Oscar must be Linksano’s real name.
“Ah, no, sorry! I work with him, and…” Linkara said. A head of messy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail peeked around the corner, grey-green eyes blinking at him. There was something vaguely familiar about her, Linkara thought, if he turned his head and squinted a little, but he couldn’t place her.
“That jerk!” She said. “He didn’t tell me we were like, going to have guests over! Ugh, the place is a mess! Oh he is in trouble and not in the fun way,”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get him in trouble…” Linkara found himself apologizing without quite knowing why.
One of the doorways in the hall opened, it looked like it led down into a basement. The figure in the doorway stopped for a moment and stared at Linkara before grinning.
“Ignore my wife, she’s just a little miffed. She’ll calm down quickly,” He said, shrugging off his labcoat and hanging on the hook on the door.
Linkara felt frozen to the spot. That was definitely Insano. But he wasn’t quite right. For one, Linkara could see his eyes and he had actually taken off the labcoat, both of which Linkara had never witnessed in all their years of being enemies. There were other smaller things that didn’t quite add up.
“You’re Linkara, right? We were just about to eat, if you want to join us?” Not Insano asked.
“I’ll…be right there. I’m just…going to hang up my jacket,” Linkara said, motioning to the coat rack he was still standing by.
Not Insano nodded, and joined his wife in the kitchen. And now this scenario made zero sense, because why would Linksano create a Holodeck Scenario that was a suburban fantasy for Insano and some girl who was so familiar Linkara could almost feel her name on the tip of his tongue?
“Nimue, who are these people?” Linkara asked. There had to be some kind of story here that he was missing.
“Information,” came the ship’s voice from his watch. “The two holograms you are referring to are based on Wayne Schlumper and Spoonette Scherbatsky of Earth 982,”
“Spoonette?” Linkara whispered in shock. He thought back to the blonde lady and began drawing comparisons in his mind. “Well, I guess if you dyed his hair and grew it out…and changed his face a little…Huh. Spoony makes a decently pretty girl, who knew?”
He shook his head to get rid of the distraction. “That’s not the important part! Why did Linksano make them holograms?”
“Information: Doctor Linksano created this Scenario after repeated attempts to contact his home universe failed. Wayne Schlumper was his brother, and Spoonette Scherbatsky their neighbor growing up,” Nimue said.
“Oh,” Linkara said, stunned.
“Oscar Jr! Dinner!” Spoonette yelled, and Linkara heard the immediate thumping of small feet running. He also remembered that he had been invited to join them, and quickly took off his jacket so that it wouldn’t look like he’s just been standing in the hallway like a creep.
They were gathered around the table like a real family, and there was a place set and waiting for him.
“You work with Uncle Oscar, right?” the little boy asked as Linkara sat down.
Linkara refused to think about the fact that Oscar Jr. might be based on someone who’d been alive once, too.
“That’s right,” Linkara said. “He…builds things for me. He built me a toy cybermat, you know. I’ve wanted one of those since I was your age,”
The conversation was pleasant if incredibly surreal. Because sometimes he looked across the table and he’d see Insano, or Spoonette would say something that reminded Linkara of Spoony.
“Hey, Spoonette, do you play video games any?” Linkara asked.
Spoonette shrugged. “Sometimes,”
“Have you played Final Fantasy VIII?” Linkara asked.
Whatever he had been aiming for, Linkara got it. Wayne choked slightly on his drink in surprise, and Oscar Jr. covered his ears. Spoonette took a deep breath, hands clenched on the table, and shot a look at her son before glaring at Linkara.
“That game,” Spoonette said tightly. “is the most lame, overwrought, overhyped, boring piece of crap I’ve, like, ever played in my life,”
“Please, don’t get her started on Triple Triad or drawing magic,” Wayne pleaded.
Linkara couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I have the feeling I’ve heard it all before,”
“I’m sure you have,” said a disapproving voice by the door. They all looked up. Linksano was standing there, sans coat and gloves. He was glaring at Linkara.
“Uncle Oscar!” Oscar Jr. greeted cheerily.
“You!” Spoonette said fiercely, pointing at Linksano. “You didn’t tell me we were having guests. And you’re late!”
“I’m sorry,” Linksano said. “It all happened very quickly. It won’t happen again,”
“That’s right, it won’t,” Spoonette said.
“I need to talk to Linkara,” Linksano said. Linkara stood and followed Linksano back into the hallway.
“Well? Are you satisfied with what you’ve found or are you going to keep invading my privacy?” Linksano asked.
“I was just curious, I didn’t know that…I’m sorry,” Linkara asked. “You’ve never said anything about them,”
“What’s there to say? I’m pretty sure Earth-982 was destroyed by Vyce or the Entity at some point. I can’t get through to them, and if there was any way, Wayne would have found it. He was always smarter than me, but don’t let him hear that I said that,” Linksano said, rubbing his hands together nervously. He looked tired, when he spoke about his home dimension.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have intruded,” Linkara said.
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. Meddlesome heroes can’t keep their noses out of other people’s business…Don’t you have a robot or two to find?” Linksano snapped.
That struck deep.
“I’m going to go. Make my excuses for me, or…something,” Linkara said. He got his jacket off the coat rack and left with a last backwards glance at the kitchen.
Linksano looked happier than Linkara had ever seen him, with his hologram family, even when Spoonette was yelling at him.
“Nimue,” Linkara said once he was back properly in Comicron 1. “Connect me to Dr. Insano, please?”
“Connecting,” Nimue said. There was a pause before a rather perturbed Insano appeared on the viewscreen.
“If this is about the exploding robot squirrels in the park, I had nothing to do with that,” Insano said tersely
“No, it’s not about…exploding robot squirrels in the park?” Linkara asked.
“Never mind that!” Insano said hastily, giving a dismissive wave. “What do you want, hero, I’m a busy man! Hypertime hasn’t gone wonky again, has it? Because I haven’t picked up any strange readings…”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Linkara said. “I just…wanted to check in on you. Make sure you were okay. How’s your son doing? Does he get along with Oreo? And how’s Spoony?”
Insano gave him a suspicious look. “I’m fine, my son’s fine, the mutt is fine, Spoony’s fine.
We’re all fine. Why?”
“No reason,” Linkara shrugged, thinking back to the holodeck, and the people Linksano would most likely never really talk to again.
“And they say I’m the crazy one,” Insano muttered to himself, shaking his head. “Weirdo,”
Insano shut off the communication, leaving Linkara looking at a blank screen. But Linkara smiled, because that was a longer conversation than he thought he’d get out of his arch-nemesis, and he wasn’t stuck in a holodeck talking to ghosts.
Author: achika_chan
Pairing: Wayne/Spoonette, some Linkara/Insano if you want it, but mainly Gen
Rating: PG
Summary: Sequel to 'Illusions', Linkara does a little snooping into Linksano's holodeck usage and learns more about the doctor in the process.
Linkara could admit to being curious about what Linksano got up to in the Holodeck. But that was just because he nearly always used the same program, according to the logs. Even Harvey and Ninja Style Dancer didn’t have that kind of consistency.
Linkara mulled it over for a while before his curiosity got the better of him.
“Nimue, run Holodeck scenario DLS01,” Linkara said.
He would just take a quick peek and see what had captured Linksano’s interest, and see if his suspicions were right.
He found himself in the entryway for a normal, respectable suburban home. Which was…not exactly what Linkara had been expecting, though it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
“Oscar? Is that you?” A female voice yelled, and Linkara spared a quick second to smirk to himself. That was more like it. Oscar must be Linksano’s real name.
“Ah, no, sorry! I work with him, and…” Linkara said. A head of messy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail peeked around the corner, grey-green eyes blinking at him. There was something vaguely familiar about her, Linkara thought, if he turned his head and squinted a little, but he couldn’t place her.
“That jerk!” She said. “He didn’t tell me we were like, going to have guests over! Ugh, the place is a mess! Oh he is in trouble and not in the fun way,”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get him in trouble…” Linkara found himself apologizing without quite knowing why.
One of the doorways in the hall opened, it looked like it led down into a basement. The figure in the doorway stopped for a moment and stared at Linkara before grinning.
“Ignore my wife, she’s just a little miffed. She’ll calm down quickly,” He said, shrugging off his labcoat and hanging on the hook on the door.
Linkara felt frozen to the spot. That was definitely Insano. But he wasn’t quite right. For one, Linkara could see his eyes and he had actually taken off the labcoat, both of which Linkara had never witnessed in all their years of being enemies. There were other smaller things that didn’t quite add up.
“You’re Linkara, right? We were just about to eat, if you want to join us?” Not Insano asked.
“I’ll…be right there. I’m just…going to hang up my jacket,” Linkara said, motioning to the coat rack he was still standing by.
Not Insano nodded, and joined his wife in the kitchen. And now this scenario made zero sense, because why would Linksano create a Holodeck Scenario that was a suburban fantasy for Insano and some girl who was so familiar Linkara could almost feel her name on the tip of his tongue?
“Nimue, who are these people?” Linkara asked. There had to be some kind of story here that he was missing.
“Information,” came the ship’s voice from his watch. “The two holograms you are referring to are based on Wayne Schlumper and Spoonette Scherbatsky of Earth 982,”
“Spoonette?” Linkara whispered in shock. He thought back to the blonde lady and began drawing comparisons in his mind. “Well, I guess if you dyed his hair and grew it out…and changed his face a little…Huh. Spoony makes a decently pretty girl, who knew?”
He shook his head to get rid of the distraction. “That’s not the important part! Why did Linksano make them holograms?”
“Information: Doctor Linksano created this Scenario after repeated attempts to contact his home universe failed. Wayne Schlumper was his brother, and Spoonette Scherbatsky their neighbor growing up,” Nimue said.
“Oh,” Linkara said, stunned.
“Oscar Jr! Dinner!” Spoonette yelled, and Linkara heard the immediate thumping of small feet running. He also remembered that he had been invited to join them, and quickly took off his jacket so that it wouldn’t look like he’s just been standing in the hallway like a creep.
They were gathered around the table like a real family, and there was a place set and waiting for him.
“You work with Uncle Oscar, right?” the little boy asked as Linkara sat down.
Linkara refused to think about the fact that Oscar Jr. might be based on someone who’d been alive once, too.
“That’s right,” Linkara said. “He…builds things for me. He built me a toy cybermat, you know. I’ve wanted one of those since I was your age,”
The conversation was pleasant if incredibly surreal. Because sometimes he looked across the table and he’d see Insano, or Spoonette would say something that reminded Linkara of Spoony.
“Hey, Spoonette, do you play video games any?” Linkara asked.
Spoonette shrugged. “Sometimes,”
“Have you played Final Fantasy VIII?” Linkara asked.
Whatever he had been aiming for, Linkara got it. Wayne choked slightly on his drink in surprise, and Oscar Jr. covered his ears. Spoonette took a deep breath, hands clenched on the table, and shot a look at her son before glaring at Linkara.
“That game,” Spoonette said tightly. “is the most lame, overwrought, overhyped, boring piece of crap I’ve, like, ever played in my life,”
“Please, don’t get her started on Triple Triad or drawing magic,” Wayne pleaded.
Linkara couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I have the feeling I’ve heard it all before,”
“I’m sure you have,” said a disapproving voice by the door. They all looked up. Linksano was standing there, sans coat and gloves. He was glaring at Linkara.
“Uncle Oscar!” Oscar Jr. greeted cheerily.
“You!” Spoonette said fiercely, pointing at Linksano. “You didn’t tell me we were having guests. And you’re late!”
“I’m sorry,” Linksano said. “It all happened very quickly. It won’t happen again,”
“That’s right, it won’t,” Spoonette said.
“I need to talk to Linkara,” Linksano said. Linkara stood and followed Linksano back into the hallway.
“Well? Are you satisfied with what you’ve found or are you going to keep invading my privacy?” Linksano asked.
“I was just curious, I didn’t know that…I’m sorry,” Linkara asked. “You’ve never said anything about them,”
“What’s there to say? I’m pretty sure Earth-982 was destroyed by Vyce or the Entity at some point. I can’t get through to them, and if there was any way, Wayne would have found it. He was always smarter than me, but don’t let him hear that I said that,” Linksano said, rubbing his hands together nervously. He looked tired, when he spoke about his home dimension.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have intruded,” Linkara said.
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. Meddlesome heroes can’t keep their noses out of other people’s business…Don’t you have a robot or two to find?” Linksano snapped.
That struck deep.
“I’m going to go. Make my excuses for me, or…something,” Linkara said. He got his jacket off the coat rack and left with a last backwards glance at the kitchen.
Linksano looked happier than Linkara had ever seen him, with his hologram family, even when Spoonette was yelling at him.
“Nimue,” Linkara said once he was back properly in Comicron 1. “Connect me to Dr. Insano, please?”
“Connecting,” Nimue said. There was a pause before a rather perturbed Insano appeared on the viewscreen.
“If this is about the exploding robot squirrels in the park, I had nothing to do with that,” Insano said tersely
“No, it’s not about…exploding robot squirrels in the park?” Linkara asked.
“Never mind that!” Insano said hastily, giving a dismissive wave. “What do you want, hero, I’m a busy man! Hypertime hasn’t gone wonky again, has it? Because I haven’t picked up any strange readings…”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Linkara said. “I just…wanted to check in on you. Make sure you were okay. How’s your son doing? Does he get along with Oreo? And how’s Spoony?”
Insano gave him a suspicious look. “I’m fine, my son’s fine, the mutt is fine, Spoony’s fine.
We’re all fine. Why?”
“No reason,” Linkara shrugged, thinking back to the holodeck, and the people Linksano would most likely never really talk to again.
“And they say I’m the crazy one,” Insano muttered to himself, shaking his head. “Weirdo,”
Insano shut off the communication, leaving Linkara looking at a blank screen. But Linkara smiled, because that was a longer conversation than he thought he’d get out of his arch-nemesis, and he wasn’t stuck in a holodeck talking to ghosts.