Fanfic: Of Devils and Angels (3/9) (MST3K)
Title: Of Devils and Angels
Fandom: MST3K
Rating: PG
Summary: After the SOL crashes Mike and the 'bots find help from the most unlikely source.
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable belongs to Best Brains and Joel Hodgson.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“Ow! Careful Crow!” Mike whined as Crow tried to clean the still fresh wound sustained to the back of his head the night before. Mike sat cross-legged on the motel bed with Crow standing behind him. In his tiny claw-like hand was a damp washcloth. Tom watched them from his perch on the small wooden table beside the small bed, looking as amused as a robot who couldn’t achieve facial expressions could look. Gypsy kept an ever watchful eye on Cambot, who was still as silent as ever on the chair.
Crow seemed to be making no attempt at hiding a snicker at Mike’s protest. “Aww Mikey, it’s no fun without blood. As they say, no pain no gain,” he mocked, trying his best to dab the cloth on Mike’s injury.
“You tell ‘em Nurse Feratu,” Tom chirped in, also snickering.
Mike wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or annoyed when he heard Clayton knocking on the door and asking to come in, giving Mike an excuse to escape Crow’s attempt at first aid. Opening the door, Mike noticed that the scientist looked much like he did before, only minus the cigarette.
Walking past Mike into the room, Clayton to a seat on the edge of the bed. Mike saw that he looked rather tired, as if he only got a few hours of rest in the night before.
“Hope you guys had a nice sleep,” He said to the group, a very slight hint of cheeriness in his otherwise weary voice. “We have to be out of here by ten. After that we have a long ways to drive today.”
Gypsy looked up from Cambot at him for a minute to ask, “Where are you taking us?”
“To an old friend,” he simply told them. Mike thought that he had heard a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
Sensing movement behind him, Clayton looked around at Crow, who had been making his best attempts at obscene gestures at him behind his back. Instead of finding the reason for the movements however, Clayton’s eyes fell upon the blood speckled cloth in Crow’s tiny hand. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he asked the ‘bot, “What have you guys been doing in here? Sacrificing a chicken?”
Tom spoke for the golden ‘bot. “Close. We’ve been trying to help a major chicken, but only sacrificed a little blood.”
“Tom…” Mike scowled at him half-heartedly. He explained to Clayton, “Crow was just trying to help me clean up this scratch on the back of my head from the crash last night.”
“And I take that it didn’t do as smoothly as planned.” Not waiting for a comeback, Clayton took the cloth from Crow and went into the bathroom, telling Mike in his way to take a seat on the bed again.
“Ah, Mike,” Crow said to him as he complied, though a little reluctantly. “If he comes back out with a jar of Vaseline and no pants, then would be a good time to run for it.”
“CROW!” Mike warned him, trying with all his might not to picture such a situation in his mind.
Clayton exited the bathroom with all articles of clothing on and sans jar of Vaseline. What he did have was the cloth, which had some of the blood now washed off and was a little wetter than before. Sitting behind Mike on the bed, he started to lightly dab the cloth on his injury.
“Try not to flinch Nelson,” he suggested when Mike jumped slightly when the cloth first made contact. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t want me to try to hold you down, especially after Crow’s implied scenario there.”
Mike could have sworn that he heard three distinct voices snicker at his not so subtle grimace. Voices belonging to two mischievous robots and one human male. “Just hurry up,” he muttered to Clayton.
He saw Clayton shake his head in amusement in the mirror opposite of the bed before continuing to clean the wound. “God Mike,” he said when he had finished. “You’re lucky that didn’t get infected. I’ve never seen so much dirt in one tiny scratch before.”
“Tiny?” Mike looked at him. “It’s about the size of my finger Clay. I’d hate to see what you would consider big.”
Clayton shrugged. “At least you didn’t need stitches.”
Mike shuddered at the thought. “True. I’d hate to try to think what they would say at the hospital when I try to explain this.”
“You wouldn’t need to go to a hospital anyways Mike,” Clayton told him. “I am a doctor after all.”
“In science,” Mike pointed out.
“I have some medical training too,” Clayton shot back. “I may be a scientist, but even I know a good deal of first aid and other tricks along those lines.” Standing up again, Clayton chucked the cloth through the bathroom door, not seeming to care where it landed. “But that’s another argument for another time. Right now we need to hit the road.”
Tom groaned. “Will it be a long drive? The thought of being squished in the backseat of a car for any length of time isn’t very appealing.”
Clayton shrugged. “An hour, hour and a half tops. Depends if I can find our destination without getting lost on the way or not.”
“You’re telling us that you don’t even know where the place is?” asked Mike.
“Yes and no,” the other man answered. “No in that I’ve never been there before. Yes as in I spent the vast majority of last night on my laptop trying to draw up a rough map with what I could find on the internet.”
Gypsy asked him, “Why didn’t you just call this guy up and ask for directions?”
Clayton turned to her and. With a slight smirk that was vaguely reminiscent of the mad scientist he once was, replied, “Because he doesn’t know that we’re coming.”
***
“Are we there yet?”
“No…”
“Are we there yet?”
“Just a little - "
“Are we there yet?”
“Will you two - "
“Are we - "
“IF YOU TWO DON’T SHUT UP I’M GONNA DRIVE THIS CAR OFF A BRIDGE!”
Mike couldn’t help but smirk a little, not really put off by Clayton’s threat. Tom and Crow seemed to have taken upon themselves to drive him crazy. Whether it was out of boredom or spite, Mike didn’t know. Though at the back of his mind he had to admit that their little chant was starting to get a little irritating.
Before the terrible two could start again, Mike took the opportunity to ask Clayton, “Where are we heading exactly?”
Clayton loosened his death-grip on the steering wheel (a result of Tom and Crow’s little game with him) and answered, “A small shop in Milwaukee. The person I’m looking for runs the place.”
Gypsy, who was again squished in the backseat with Tom and Crow, asked, “Would at least mind telling us who this mystery man is?”
Clayton allowed a small grin to slip. “Why? And ruin the surprise? Tough luck.”
This statement seemed to have caused inspiration to hit Tom and Crow yet again, much to the misfortune of Clayton.
“Who is it Clay?” the two robots chorused.
“I’m not telling,” the scientist responded.
“Who is it Clay?” they repeated.
“I already said - "
“Who is it Clay?”
“STOP IT!”
“Who is - "
“I AM NOT LISTENING TO THIS! LA LA LA LA…”
Mike chuckled as the ‘bots continued to repeat the question as Clayton kept up his improvised song of “LA LA LA”s, trying to drown them out.
“Those two are going to be entertained for hours with this,” Mike commented quietly to Cambot, who was sitting in his lap.
The little camerabot gave his human a small beep of agreement.
***
Life had been pretty dull for Joel Robinson for quite a while. Sure, he was just starting to really get successful. He had recently moved up from hot fish shop manager to a family restaurant owner in Milwaukee. Good pay, no outstanding debts or bills, and no bad movies to contend with.
Then again, what good is it all when you don’t have those you love the most there with you to share it with?
When he had first returned back to Earth all those years ago, at first the absence of his robots didn’t bother him too much since he was still overcome by feelings of relief and disbelief at being back to his home planet. However, after the first night, the first time in a very long time he hadn’t read the ‘bots their bedtime story, tucked them in, said good night and sweet dreams as they went offline, without the paranoia that came with random middle of the night pranks, Joel had felt empty. He was alone in the Australian outback, not knowing when he would get back to civilization or how long it would be before he had food again, and on top of that he had left his family, his children, behind to fend for themselves.
For years after that he would have traded his newly regained freedom to be trapped on the Satellite of Love again, bad movies and all. Some would say that the mad scientists did drive him insane after all if he would even think about going back to the very place that was his prison for over five years, but the SOL had become his home. No bills to worry about, no rent he had to pay, and no need to go to a job that he hated to make a living. It was just him, his robots, and all the time in the world. After the first few months of being trapped in space, Joel had come to love it up there.
Five years later, after seeing his ‘bots again briefly, meeting their new human pet and returning to his home in the sky, he didn’t know what had made him come back to Earth. He was back where he belonged up there, but the atmosphere wasn’t the same as it was when he had left. Pearl was in charge, Mike was the resident human, and there was no longer a point to the experiment. Most of all, Joel didn’t feel needed up there anymore. He had felt like an intruder when he had gone back that day. His own insecurities drove him back to his home planet, and nostalgia made him get his hopes up beforehand. He had done what he had to, which was quite literally save the ‘bots’ and Mike’s lives, but he still had no real closure. He just couldn’t let it go.
Maybe that’s why he broke down into tears of joy when, without warning in the parking lot after a day of work, Tom and Crow practically leapt onto him chanting their maker’s name in happiness.
Fandom: MST3K
Rating: PG
Summary: After the SOL crashes Mike and the 'bots find help from the most unlikely source.
Disclaimer: Anything recognizable belongs to Best Brains and Joel Hodgson.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
“Ow! Careful Crow!” Mike whined as Crow tried to clean the still fresh wound sustained to the back of his head the night before. Mike sat cross-legged on the motel bed with Crow standing behind him. In his tiny claw-like hand was a damp washcloth. Tom watched them from his perch on the small wooden table beside the small bed, looking as amused as a robot who couldn’t achieve facial expressions could look. Gypsy kept an ever watchful eye on Cambot, who was still as silent as ever on the chair.
Crow seemed to be making no attempt at hiding a snicker at Mike’s protest. “Aww Mikey, it’s no fun without blood. As they say, no pain no gain,” he mocked, trying his best to dab the cloth on Mike’s injury.
“You tell ‘em Nurse Feratu,” Tom chirped in, also snickering.
Mike wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or annoyed when he heard Clayton knocking on the door and asking to come in, giving Mike an excuse to escape Crow’s attempt at first aid. Opening the door, Mike noticed that the scientist looked much like he did before, only minus the cigarette.
Walking past Mike into the room, Clayton to a seat on the edge of the bed. Mike saw that he looked rather tired, as if he only got a few hours of rest in the night before.
“Hope you guys had a nice sleep,” He said to the group, a very slight hint of cheeriness in his otherwise weary voice. “We have to be out of here by ten. After that we have a long ways to drive today.”
Gypsy looked up from Cambot at him for a minute to ask, “Where are you taking us?”
“To an old friend,” he simply told them. Mike thought that he had heard a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
Sensing movement behind him, Clayton looked around at Crow, who had been making his best attempts at obscene gestures at him behind his back. Instead of finding the reason for the movements however, Clayton’s eyes fell upon the blood speckled cloth in Crow’s tiny hand. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, he asked the ‘bot, “What have you guys been doing in here? Sacrificing a chicken?”
Tom spoke for the golden ‘bot. “Close. We’ve been trying to help a major chicken, but only sacrificed a little blood.”
“Tom…” Mike scowled at him half-heartedly. He explained to Clayton, “Crow was just trying to help me clean up this scratch on the back of my head from the crash last night.”
“And I take that it didn’t do as smoothly as planned.” Not waiting for a comeback, Clayton took the cloth from Crow and went into the bathroom, telling Mike in his way to take a seat on the bed again.
“Ah, Mike,” Crow said to him as he complied, though a little reluctantly. “If he comes back out with a jar of Vaseline and no pants, then would be a good time to run for it.”
“CROW!” Mike warned him, trying with all his might not to picture such a situation in his mind.
Clayton exited the bathroom with all articles of clothing on and sans jar of Vaseline. What he did have was the cloth, which had some of the blood now washed off and was a little wetter than before. Sitting behind Mike on the bed, he started to lightly dab the cloth on his injury.
“Try not to flinch Nelson,” he suggested when Mike jumped slightly when the cloth first made contact. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t want me to try to hold you down, especially after Crow’s implied scenario there.”
Mike could have sworn that he heard three distinct voices snicker at his not so subtle grimace. Voices belonging to two mischievous robots and one human male. “Just hurry up,” he muttered to Clayton.
He saw Clayton shake his head in amusement in the mirror opposite of the bed before continuing to clean the wound. “God Mike,” he said when he had finished. “You’re lucky that didn’t get infected. I’ve never seen so much dirt in one tiny scratch before.”
“Tiny?” Mike looked at him. “It’s about the size of my finger Clay. I’d hate to see what you would consider big.”
Clayton shrugged. “At least you didn’t need stitches.”
Mike shuddered at the thought. “True. I’d hate to try to think what they would say at the hospital when I try to explain this.”
“You wouldn’t need to go to a hospital anyways Mike,” Clayton told him. “I am a doctor after all.”
“In science,” Mike pointed out.
“I have some medical training too,” Clayton shot back. “I may be a scientist, but even I know a good deal of first aid and other tricks along those lines.” Standing up again, Clayton chucked the cloth through the bathroom door, not seeming to care where it landed. “But that’s another argument for another time. Right now we need to hit the road.”
Tom groaned. “Will it be a long drive? The thought of being squished in the backseat of a car for any length of time isn’t very appealing.”
Clayton shrugged. “An hour, hour and a half tops. Depends if I can find our destination without getting lost on the way or not.”
“You’re telling us that you don’t even know where the place is?” asked Mike.
“Yes and no,” the other man answered. “No in that I’ve never been there before. Yes as in I spent the vast majority of last night on my laptop trying to draw up a rough map with what I could find on the internet.”
Gypsy asked him, “Why didn’t you just call this guy up and ask for directions?”
Clayton turned to her and. With a slight smirk that was vaguely reminiscent of the mad scientist he once was, replied, “Because he doesn’t know that we’re coming.”
***
“Are we there yet?”
“No…”
“Are we there yet?”
“Just a little - "
“Are we there yet?”
“Will you two - "
“Are we - "
“IF YOU TWO DON’T SHUT UP I’M GONNA DRIVE THIS CAR OFF A BRIDGE!”
Mike couldn’t help but smirk a little, not really put off by Clayton’s threat. Tom and Crow seemed to have taken upon themselves to drive him crazy. Whether it was out of boredom or spite, Mike didn’t know. Though at the back of his mind he had to admit that their little chant was starting to get a little irritating.
Before the terrible two could start again, Mike took the opportunity to ask Clayton, “Where are we heading exactly?”
Clayton loosened his death-grip on the steering wheel (a result of Tom and Crow’s little game with him) and answered, “A small shop in Milwaukee. The person I’m looking for runs the place.”
Gypsy, who was again squished in the backseat with Tom and Crow, asked, “Would at least mind telling us who this mystery man is?”
Clayton allowed a small grin to slip. “Why? And ruin the surprise? Tough luck.”
This statement seemed to have caused inspiration to hit Tom and Crow yet again, much to the misfortune of Clayton.
“Who is it Clay?” the two robots chorused.
“I’m not telling,” the scientist responded.
“Who is it Clay?” they repeated.
“I already said - "
“Who is it Clay?”
“STOP IT!”
“Who is - "
“I AM NOT LISTENING TO THIS! LA LA LA LA…”
Mike chuckled as the ‘bots continued to repeat the question as Clayton kept up his improvised song of “LA LA LA”s, trying to drown them out.
“Those two are going to be entertained for hours with this,” Mike commented quietly to Cambot, who was sitting in his lap.
The little camerabot gave his human a small beep of agreement.
***
Life had been pretty dull for Joel Robinson for quite a while. Sure, he was just starting to really get successful. He had recently moved up from hot fish shop manager to a family restaurant owner in Milwaukee. Good pay, no outstanding debts or bills, and no bad movies to contend with.
Then again, what good is it all when you don’t have those you love the most there with you to share it with?
When he had first returned back to Earth all those years ago, at first the absence of his robots didn’t bother him too much since he was still overcome by feelings of relief and disbelief at being back to his home planet. However, after the first night, the first time in a very long time he hadn’t read the ‘bots their bedtime story, tucked them in, said good night and sweet dreams as they went offline, without the paranoia that came with random middle of the night pranks, Joel had felt empty. He was alone in the Australian outback, not knowing when he would get back to civilization or how long it would be before he had food again, and on top of that he had left his family, his children, behind to fend for themselves.
For years after that he would have traded his newly regained freedom to be trapped on the Satellite of Love again, bad movies and all. Some would say that the mad scientists did drive him insane after all if he would even think about going back to the very place that was his prison for over five years, but the SOL had become his home. No bills to worry about, no rent he had to pay, and no need to go to a job that he hated to make a living. It was just him, his robots, and all the time in the world. After the first few months of being trapped in space, Joel had come to love it up there.
Five years later, after seeing his ‘bots again briefly, meeting their new human pet and returning to his home in the sky, he didn’t know what had made him come back to Earth. He was back where he belonged up there, but the atmosphere wasn’t the same as it was when he had left. Pearl was in charge, Mike was the resident human, and there was no longer a point to the experiment. Most of all, Joel didn’t feel needed up there anymore. He had felt like an intruder when he had gone back that day. His own insecurities drove him back to his home planet, and nostalgia made him get his hopes up beforehand. He had done what he had to, which was quite literally save the ‘bots’ and Mike’s lives, but he still had no real closure. He just couldn’t let it go.
Maybe that’s why he broke down into tears of joy when, without warning in the parking lot after a day of work, Tom and Crow practically leapt onto him chanting their maker’s name in happiness.