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elyssebeeart · 5 years ago

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Your Warmth

A writing commission for @visionsofwings (PDF on dA)

Series: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go Pairing: FandomxCanon (MhairixGibson), CanonxCanon (SparxxNova) Word count: ~6.7k Rating: G Previous: Starlit Garden Next: What About Us

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“It’s picking up out there.” Nova looked through a window, the yellow cyborg monkey watching trees leaning as the wind blew increasingly more violent. Bits of white carried on the wind, sticking to the window as the temperature was dropping past freezing. She suppressed a shiver as she hugged herself tighter, “Ew, so cold.”

“We’d best hurry back to the Super Robot before it gets worse.” Chiro joined her to watch the gusts that were surely frosty, Flint the little red dragon nestled on his shoulder. “At least we made it to this inn before it started.”

“I didn’t think the mission would take so long, the storm just snuck up on us.” Gibson observed as he stood away from the others, looking pensive. “The weather patterns showed no hint of a tempest approaching until we reached here.”

Beside the chief scientist, Mhairi was looking wide eyed at the storm, mug in her talons as she drank a complimentary drink that was intended for the road back to the Super Robot. The Grypherian didn’t look excited at the prospect of racing to beat the brewing storm, “It looks wet out there... just a bit.” She took a quick sip and edged closer to the nearby fireplace.

Sparx joined Nova’s side, slyly putting an arm around her shoulders, earning a blush as he smirked, “Last save point, anyone?”

“Perhaps we should wait a while before venturing out.” Antauri suggested, the silver robotic monkey tilting his head as he observed. “We are unfamiliar with the planet’s weather after all. I’m sure the Super Robot will be fine on its own in snowy conditions.”

“Ooo! Ooo! Anyone want to build a snowman?!” Otto exclaimed, rushing toward the front door, only to be barricaded by a large horned, white-haired being.

“Absolutely not!” The furred creature bellowed, possibly glaring down at Otto but it was hard to tell thanks to the shaggy hair covering its eyes. It crossed it arms as it blocked the way out. “No one goes out in weather like this. You won’t be able to see your hand in front of your face within a few minutes, never mind you ending up an icicle! It’ll last at least a day if we’re lucky,” it finished with a snort, as if daring to be challenged.

“Uh...” Chiro and the others stared at the native being who towered over them all, the furry biped looking far from warm and huggable despite the thick fur.

“What my mate means is you’re free to stay here until the storm passes. It’s not like we’ll be having any more guests coming.” Another voice spoke, calling attention to a slightly smaller being of the same species though it had larger horns. The more friendly of the pair smiled, showing off sharp teeth as they gestured to the interior of the inn, “It’s on the house since you came to help our people out. Wouldn’t be right not to offer hospitality as thanks. Plus you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

The bigger of the mates let out a snort of agreement, nodding but refusing to move from in front of the door, physically blocking any further progress. “We have five rooms available you can use.”

“That’s generous of you, I suppose some of us will double up being there’s seven of us.” Antauri gave a polite bow to their hosts. “Thank you for your generosity.”

“Not to worry, the rooms are spacious. Plenty of room for two.” The shorter innkeeper assured, smiling wider and showing off a pair of tusks. “Right, Yet’ta dear?”

“Indeed, Bentley sweetie.” His mate smiled, seemingly relaxing as the two shared a private moment despite their guests that stood between them. “You’ll all be quite comfortable. We’re not highly rated for nothing, even if we’re the only inn for miles.”

Bentley let out a snort of laughter, trying to cover it up with a cough. “We’ll leave room arrangements to you but they’re right down that hall.” He pointed in the direction, maintaining a polite business like smile, though as hair swept out of his eyes for a moment one could swear they twinkled.

“Well, Nova and I get the first room.” Sparx piped up, his arm still around Nova who, despite their public and hardly shy relationship, blushed once more and bashfully smacked him, the unintended force sending him stumbling.

“That’s one room down, as for the other four I suppose-”Antauri turned toward the others but was cut off.

“Hey, Gibson! You and Mhairi should get your own room too!”

Gibson immediately sputtered at Otto’s unwarranted suggestion while Mhairi, who had been enjoying her drink to push away any thoughts of getting wet from an outside venture, inhaled on accident and entered a small coughing fit.

As Mhairi tried to recover from choking and the shock of the proposition, noticeably beginning to turn red, Gibson looked wide eyed at his green teammate, mouth hanging open, “Wha-wha?! Otto! Why would you say that? That is highly inappropriate for you to suggest!”

“Why not, Gibson? Afraid you’ll scare her off if she has to share the room with you all alone? All night?” Sparx barbed, grinning mischievously as he watched the two turn similar shades of red, Mhairi out of embarrassment and Gibson possibly out of embarrassment and anger.

“That’s not-”

“Hey, guys it’s no big deal. I can just bunk with Otto or Antauri,” Chiro held up his hands as Gibson glared at his cheeky comrade, Mhairi suddenly looking overly interested in her mug, while Nova glared at Sparx and elbowed him, earning a wince as she disapproved of his teasing. “That way Mhairi can have her own room as well as Gibson.”

“Aw, come on guys!” Otto exclaimed, waving his hands as he tried to plead his case. “Why not share a room? You’re dating and hang out together all the time! Spending the night should be fun! Like a sleepover! Ooo, we can all do a sleepover!”

“Not this time, Otto. Maybe once we’re back on the Robot.” Antauri quickly slipped in, redirecting Otto’s innocent proposal. “We should let each choose for themselves their room arrangements. No sense forcing it and causing ill feelings.”

“Even if it makes perfect sense.” Sparx muttered not too quietly, earning another glare from Gibson and a disapproving “Sparx!” from Nova.

“My protest was the fact someone else suggested it.” Gibson countered, folding his arms as he told a half lie, heart quickening at the prospect of sharing a room with his girlfriend. “I never said we wouldn’t share a room, it’s our business. Right, Mhairi?”

Mhairi, still red, opened her beak but then closed it, giving a quick nod as she tried to become one with the wall. The agreement from his paramour solidified Gibson’s confidence, his pride soaring despite the tempting intimate thought as he smirked at Sparx, “Besides, shouldn’t you be worried Nova will kick you out, Sparx? Noisy awake, noisy asleep; perfectly logical.”

“I think you’re getting our situations mixed up.” Sparx challenged back, sparks flying between him and Gibson as both refused to back down.

“Sparx, stop making a scene in the middle of the inn.” Nova hissed, glancing around as other guests were presently tucked in their rooms or milling about.

“So I guess it’s in agreement for who has the shared rooms. Guess Flint’s with me.” Chiro shrugged, trying to bring the discussion to a close as he felt embarrassed at the bickering though it was nothing new. Flint let out a small cough on his shoulder, a puff of coal dust escaping him.

“Of course!” Gibson declared with fierce look of determination as he couldn’t let Sparx win. “A room for Mhairi and I! We claim the one farthest from Sparx.”

“Why, afraid of what I’ll hear?” Sparx grinned mischievously before Nova had enough and elbowed him once more, grabbing his audio antennae and telling him to knock it off and stop making Mhairi feel uncomfortable.

“Okay, that’s settled!” Chiro announced, looking relieved. “Antauri and Otto can choose their rooms and I’ll take whatever’s left over.”

“Whoo! Let’s go check them out!” Otto exclaimed and dashed off in the direction of the rooms. The others followed, leaving their hosts looking bemused, though two of them remained behind.

“It’ll be fine!” Gibson turned toward Mhairi who was looking a little too intently at the fire, the flames making her even hotter as she tried to hide her flushed state. He smiled at her, hands on hips as he brimmed with confidence now that Sparx had been brought to heel, thanks to his levelheaded girlfriend. He ignored the flutter in his chest, focusing on keeping his emotions in check and not push boundaries on accident, “All the privacy we need and with room to spare! Room for two, right?”

“Y-you’re right.” Mhairi managed, looking at him and smiling though she looked shy. She drew closer to him, leaving her mug on a nearby table as she gave a wider though nervous smile. “It’ll be fine.”

* * *

“This is NOT fine!”

Gibson and Mhairi stood in their room which indeed was spacious given the default size seemed to be for the natives of the planet Maelaia. The accommodations were nice and cozy with little room for complaint except for one major detail staring at them in the middle of the room.

There was only one bed.

“Uh…” Mhairi was flushing as she look at the sizeable bed that indeed left plenty of room for two while also speaking volumes about the present status of their relationship. Gibson, being the one to insist the sharing of a room under the assumption there were two beds, could feel panic mounting in his chest. He immediately thought of Sparx’s expression and could practically hear his laughter in his head at the realization all the rooms must share the same layout. The simian troll was probably ready to rush down to their room and inquire about the accommodations, smug look and voice saying it all. His alarmed state only escalated when Mhairi looked at him in her own panic, her face beginning turning red again as they locked gazes.

“Perhaps there’s another room available, we can simply switch with another guest if possible. I mean why say there’s room for two and there’s only one bed when there is two of us? Surely there is a pullout bed somewhere. Maybe a trundle!” Gibson babbled, racing toward the bed and looking under it in hopes of finding a hidden mattress that would qualm his growing hysteria at the predicament.

Alas nothing was under the bed, not even a dust bunny.

While Gibson kneeled on the floor looking like he was considering in believing in divinity and prayer right there for an answer, there was an excited cheer from next door that sounded like Otto.

Instantly there was the faint sound of sequential squeaks followed by a cheery, “This bed is humungous! Oh! We should play Five Little Monkeys! We have five monkeys! Hey guys!” The squeaks stooped, followed by a thud as feet hit the ground and Otto apparently stuck his head out into the hall. “Anyone want to play?”

“Um, no thanks, Otto.” Mhairi managed as she called over her shoulder toward the door. She fiddled with her talons as she looked at the floor to the bed to Gibson and then the ceiling.

“I can’t go out there. Sparx will be right outside, I know it. He’ll rub it in my face and I won’t hear the end of it.” Gibson was mumbling, hand on his forehead. “Those innkeepers absolutely set us up, didn’t they? I’ll file a complaint—no the others will know. The floor is an option, I mean we have plenty of pillows. What kind of service is this anyways?”

“Uh, we could... I mean...” Mhairi attempted, the feathers on her cheeks puffing slightly as she grew warmer. She began to twiddle her talons, looking at him uncertainly, “You... you know. Share the bed. It’s not fair if someone sleeps on the floor. And we don’t want to be teased for backing out by sharing with one of the others.”

Gibson looked at her, mouth hanging open as he tried to process the unexpected proposal. “Y-you... I mean, that’s completely... that is... we... uh... you’d be fine with that?” He turned red as the words left his mouth.

“I mean I shared the bed with Echo and Flint plenty of times! And there is room to spare, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s not like we’re strangers or anything.” Mhairi hastily explained, twiddling her talons as she looked at the ground, turning redder as she fought to control her wild thoughts that her abundant romance novel collection spurred. “I’m okay with it if you are... it’s just a bed.”

“True.” Gibson relaxed a bit seeing Mhairi was in agreement. “It’s just a bed, we’re simply sharing it. It’s not as if we haven’t shared seats next to each other. We’re merely resting within close proximity!”

Both fell silent and shifted their gazed elsewhere, still red. It was hardly the intimate set up either was ready for despite being in a relationship for a while. Still the sudden jump to an intimate scenario Sparx was hoping to tease them about left them both a mess as neither were prepared nor had talked about it before.

It was just a bed. Being shared by two people. Why did it have to be a thing more than that, until they were ready? The teasing certainly did not help the innocent scenario nor did their actual romantic relationship, awkwardness mounting.

“I, uh, should get changed.” Mhairi stiffly pointed toward a nearby shelf, trying to move the situation along. “It looks like there’s a bunch of complimentary pajamas for various sized guests.”

“Ah, yes. Indeed. Good idea.” Gibson nodded, looking to the pile though his mind was elsewhere.

Mhairi made her way over and picked through the pile of clothes before finding one small enough for her. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She hurried off toward the open bathroom door and shut it behind her, allowing Gibson to let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Great Scott, what a mess.” He pressed a hand to his head as he looked back at the rather excessively comfortable-looking large bed. Indeed there was enough room without invading personal space but the thought of laying next to Mhairi as they slept made him blush again. “Get yourself together, Mr. Hal Gibson! It’s just for one night; she’s fine with it so you should be too. Either way Sparx is going to tease you, but if he knows you chickened out it’ll be ten times worse!”

Meanwhile on the other side of the bathroom door Mhairi was pressing her face into the pajamas, muffling a barely contained scream as she turned a brighter red. The fabric was soft and fluffy but it wasn’t enough to distract her as she was trying to control her emotions regarding the situation.

She lifted her face after a minute, taking a breath, “Pull yourself together. You’ve read plenty of romance novels that handle this very scenario. You’ve got this covered; you’re totally prepared. Besides, we’re just sharing the bed, lying next to each other. We’re not…”

Her brain stalled as she grew even warmer, feathers ruffled as she turned a near impossible shade of red. She pressed her face into the pajamas once more, letting out a mild screech as her romantic daydreaming tendencies were not helping the awkward situation. Eventually she pulled back, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm down. “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just for one night. Besides I’m the one who basically said it was no big deal!”

She turned to look into the bathroom mirror, taking in her flushed cheeks and puffed out fur. “Get it together, Mhairi. This is the real life, not one of your romantic stories… even if they’re all I have to go on…” She reached up one talon and patted her cheeks, trying to smack some sense into herself as well as pat down her ruffled fur. “If I take too long Gibson’s going to know something’s wrong.”

She exhaled once more, determination replacing her flustered expression. She glanced down at the pajamas in her arms and unfurled them to lay them out as she changed. Instantly she tensed as she looked at the cozy clothing, her cheeks growing warm once more. “This… isn’t going to help.”

After some minutes of silent contemplation of perhaps making an excuse of why she should sleep in her day clothes or dare stepping out to pick through the clothing pile for perhaps an alternative outfit, Mhairi surrendered and slipped out of her clothes and put on the nightwear. Following fussing with her hair for minutes, trying to buy more time to gain nerve, she stood in front the bathroom door. She took a few breaths as she braced herself before reaching for the handle and slowly opening it, color in her cheeks once more while looking down shyly.

“Gib-… what’s going on?” Mhairi’s embarrassment turned to confusion as she looked up only to see her boyfriend’s head was hidden from view behind a partly open front door, apparently looking out with his attention clearly elsewhere.

“Our hosts were a bit concerned to find Flint in the fireplace.” Gibson explained as he pulled his head back from the open door, closing it. “Seems he slipped out on Chiro and decided he wanted to sit in the flames for a moment. It’s perfectly alright, Chiro has it hand-”

Gibson’s words died as his gaze went to Mhairi, his jaw falling open as he stared. Instantly Mhairi felt self-conscious and blushed, talons behind her back to hide her fiddling. Her tail curled around her feet protectively as her gaze shifted, unable to meet his wide eyes. “O-oh. That’s good… Flint does love curling up in the hottest place he can find…”

Gibson was silent, his eyes glued on Mhairi with a gaping mouth before something in his brain clicked and the ability to speak slowly was realized, “Mhairi… you… wow. I…”

“Is it that bad?” Mhairi flushed as she fidgeted, swishing the comfortable silvery nightgown she wore, the fabric suspiciously looking similar to their host’s fur. “M-maybe I should change into something else. I-It’s really soft but a gown in this weather, even if inside, really isn’t practical, don’t you think? Yes, maybe I should see if something else would be a better choice-”

“You look beautiful.”

Mhairi’s beak snapped shut, cutting off her nervous rambling as her eyes left the floor to look at Gibson. Their gazes met and silence fell, Mhairi red while Gibson looked speechless, both regarding each other. Mhairi bit back a squeak and ran her talons through her hair. “R-really?"

“Of course!” Gibson exclaimed, his cheeks turning slightly red. “I mean, that is… you always look beautiful… just…” He let out a slow exhale, his eyes on her as his voice went lower, “you look absolutely stunning.”

Mhairi barely suppressed a squeak as she combed her hair with her talons faster, unsure how much warmer she could get as a tingling sensation settled over her. “It’s n-nothing really… I mean… th-thanks.” She stammered, managing to look him in the eyes despite feeling overwhelmingly self-conscious.

“Ah, yes, well… uh, I better go freshen myself up as well! Nothing like a quick grooming before bed!” Gibson announced, clearing his throat as he made a beeline for the bathroom, movement slightly stiff-legged. He disappeared into the room with a click from the door closing and both flustered parties let out a deep breath on either side.

Mhairi looked from the bathroom back to the bed, fiddling with her talons for a few minutes more. “You got this, Mhairi.” She strode over to the sizable bed and with a slight hop managed to land on the mattress.

Instantly soft blankets molded to her talons and the softness of the bed seemed to swallow her up. Surprised, Mhairi patted the covers before flexing her talons, feeling the blankets bunch underneath. A small sigh of relief escaped her at the plush material followed by a small trill that formed in her throat naturally.

“Ah, the bed’s really soft.” Mhairi announced with warm cheeks as she heard the bathroom door open and the purr ceased out if embarrassment. She quickly smoothed out the plush blankets, patting it down to hide the fact she had been kneading the fabric. The gravity of the situation pressed down once more and her heart fluttered as she looked at Gibson, any other words failing her as her brain sputtered to a halt.

“It looks like it.” Gibson replied, not moving from the doorway, clearly stalling.

Mhairi fought her bashfulness and gave the bed a gentle pat as she scooted over, warmth spreading throughout her body. Her heart quickened but she gave an encouraging though shy smile, “Maybe you should try it. Bet it’s nothing like you’ve felt before.”

“Oh I’m certain; I trust your esteemed judgment,” came the stiff reply, awkward and guarded though sincere as Gibson nodded, giving a strained smile.

Mhairi’s expression turned to mild confusion, “Do you… want to sleep on the bed?”

“I think I’ll wait a bit before I retire. Maybe read in the chair since we have a few books of choice to peruse. Or perhaps soak in the tub. It’s been a long day, plus it’ll give you some privacy.”

“Oh… uh, okay.” Her face fell, her grip on the bedding tightening before loosening, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “I mean, thanks. I appreciate it. M-make sure you don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Of course. I’d just hate to keep you awake while my mind is abuzz. Have to first let my brain unwind after such a busy day!”

“I guess that’s true…” Mhairi seemed to resign, hit by a pang of disappointment and envy at the thought of Sparx and Nova sharing a room with little trouble—unlike them.

Awkwardness seemed to blanket the room, Mhairi on the bed with a mixed expression and Gibson still by the bathroom. Both pointedly ignored their increased heartbeats and the storm of feelings that matched the raging blizzard trapping them at the inn.

Gibson hesitated, curling and uncurling his hands before opening his mouth. However as he did so he stilled abruptly. His eyes shifted to the floor, pinpointing what had caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. His optics adjusted, zooming in like binoculars as he went on alert at the suspicious movement.

He stared with scrutiny while whatever caught his attention halted inching across the floor and seemingly stared back. It made the mistake of twitching, flipping a switch in Gibson’s mind.

“BUG!” Gibson shouted, letting out a primal monkey screech. He leapt high into the air, fur bristling, and landed on the high bed with an audible thump despite the professed softness. The insect seemed to react to the sudden sound by wriggling furiously and shooting out a long white substance in apparent panic and defense like a party streamer.

“What?! Where?” Mhairi instantly was vigilant, blue eyes wide as she scurried over to the edge of the bed and peered over. She took an interested look at the wriggling creature without a hint of fear, eyes shining with curiosity, “Oh! A silkworm? Huh, I guess that explains the silk threads in my nightgown and the bed. Our hosts must use them to create fabric. They’re harmless!”

“It’s. A. Bug.” Gibson breathed, heart thundering against his ribcage as if it were about to perform a prison break. He stood ridged on the bed, grimacing as his fur stood on end. “A disgusting, crawling organism that I do NOT appreciate being in the same vicinity as me. What sort of inn are they running, letting those things crawl about?!”

“Well, it’s gone now. I think you scared each other.” She informed, watching from the edge as the alien silkworm displayed incredible speed and shot under the door where there was a small crack. “It’s safe to get down.”

“I think I’ll stay here for a while.” Gibson stiffly informed, still looking spooked. “I mean, the bed is high-I mean comfortable. It feels like I’m on a warm cloud—that is if clouds were physical and not just vapor and water. Why should I get down now?”

Mhairi blinked at his rambling, noting the nervousness and paranoia he tried to cover with logic. She tried not to smile at his expense and simply nodded, “I’ll just… lay down over here. Though, I can check and see if it’s gone-”

“NO! I mean, no, it’s fine. No need to inconvenience yourself for my sake. You’re already comfortable. It’s not like if we open the door there’s going to be a parade of them marching off to go cocoon or forage,” He added the last part nervously.

“If you say so.” She resigned, slowly edging back toward the middle of the bed, trying not to stare though she snuck a glance. Catching a curious look out of the corner of her eye she adjusted her seat, sinking into the material a bit more. Conversation escaped her as she tried to grasp for something rather than the nervous energy between them, “Well, at least the bed is heavenly.”

Gibson twitched at the change of subject, eyes still glued on the crack. “Huh? Oh, yes. It is.” He nodded, attention clearly elsewhere. After a few watchful moments, he slowly sat down, hands running over the covers.

The conversation lulled and the two remained on the bed in silence, Gibson mumbling to himself over the components of the mattress and blankets as a distraction and Mhairi quietly staring at the ceiling, fiddling with her claws.

She snuck glances at Gibson once in a while, nervousness buzzing through her veins. Her beak opened slightly a few times, searching for words but resigned to focusing on the ceiling’s wooden beams to seek out a pattern to distract herself with. Her tail flicked slightly and curled as a sense of longing settled in her chest, invoking warmth that spread and rose to her face.

Gibson let out a sigh to decompress as he lay down, searching for a new distraction as time stretched on. He fought the urge to drum his fingers, and eventually his mind went back to Mhairi’s hair; it looked so soft and beautiful.

The impulse to touch and run his hands through it grew and Gibson was lost in fantasy until he felt something lightly brush against his tail. He was jerked out of his thoughts, fur bristling as his head whipped toward the source. Paranoia overcame him over the thought that another unwelcomed insect was in the room with them. A barely muffled screech formed in his throat that he fought to keep contained led to a high-pitched bewildered, “Wha-“

“S-Sorry!” Mhairi blurted, jerking her wandering tail away from him and curling up tighter. Color flushed her cheeks as she glared at her tail as if about to scold it like a naughty pet.

“Oh… Oh! It’s alright! I was just startled out of my thoughts.” Gibson assured, looking at her though his eyes went to her let down hair before back to her bashful expression. Warmth crawled up his neck and he let out a cough, his gaze shifting back to the ceiling as if he could pin the growing want in his chest above him, “Got a lot on my mind.”

She gave a nod, still flushing. Both fell silent once again, the faint noises from the lobby barely penetrating the walls. Next door, Otto seemed to have tired himself out from playing as not a sound escaped from the other room. Thoughts of embrace teased the two as they were over an arm’s-length from one another, the pleasure of looking at the other’s face while they lay sleeping-

“Oh!” Mhairi squeaked, flinching and looking down in time to see Gibson’s tail stroke hers, caressing it gently. Her eyes widened as she watched the retreating tail, shifting to Gibson’s face with a look of confusion and curiosity.

“Sorry.” Gibson apologized, suddenly very self-conscious as his own tail betrayed his yearning. The thought of being nearer to Mhairi resulted in his tail subconsciously seeking her out. With warm cheeks he swished it away, laying stiffly with resolve to mind his manners no matter the desire burning in his chest.

Both lay still, awkward and flushing, very aware of the distance between them.

When it was nearing an hour and sleep still evaded both of them, Gibson steeled himself. Anxiety was humming through his body as his heart continued to thud, urging him to sneak a glance at Mhairi once more, which he finally did after adamant deliberation. She was still pointedly watching the ceiling, but he noticed, despite the warmth he felt increasing once more, that she was wearing the bell collar he had gifted her to bed. His eyebrows rose slightly in surprise; he had been too preoccupied with her emergence from the bathroom in the flattering nightgown and hair down to note that detail.

“Oh, you’re wearing the collar.” The comment slipped out before he realized it and Mhairi stilled at the break in silence.

“Y-yeah… I never take it off. Uh, that is, if I take it off I don’t want to chance losing it. It’s really comfortable and it’s not too noisy. It doesn’t bother me to sleep with.” She babbled, her gaze darting away as she seemed to grow red again. Her voice came out soft, tinged with embarrassment and tenderness, “It’s an important gift from you.”

Gibson stared at her for a moment, taken aback as she fidgeted, touching the collar fondly. Plucking up his courage to speak his mind with sincere reassurance and praise, he hesitantly began, “I just... I wanted to say how pretty your hair looks. I’ve never seen it down before.”

“Oh?” She squeaked, blue eyes widening with surprise as she turned toward him. “Y-you think so? I-it’s nothing special.”

“It’s different and I like it. Though, to be accurate, it is special since it’s just another aspect of you.” He paused, feeling flushed and his voice came out low, “You… are amazing, Mhairi.”

“Wh-What?” She sputtered, staring at him. “What brought this on?”

Gibson swallowed his hesitation, unlocking his intertwined fingers and gesturing, “It’s the truth. I just wanted to take a moment to tell you that. Let you know you’re appreciated. And you really helped out earlier.”

“Well, of course; I’m part of the team. I do what I can to help.”

“Right, but I still wanted to voice my affirmation.”

“Oh… well, I… We wouldn’t have pulled through without your keen observation. But aside from the recent mission…” Mhairi turned to look at him, feathers slightly puffed with a red shade on her cheeks, “you’re pretty amazing too.”

“I guess the verdict is unanimous.” Gibson attempted to joke despite his heart fluttering and Mhairi gave a little nod and shy smile. Although the ice had been broken, the awkward situation still lingered over them, nerves beginning to rise again once the distraction of conversation was gone.

Gibson caught movement out of the corner of his eye again, slightly tensing only to see Mhairi’s tail slowly moving in his direction with growing flicks. As he regarded the nearing tail with amusement, Mhairi let out a gasp in realization and pulled it back once more. “It’s alright.” Gibson assured though she looked petrified as if ready to die from embarrassment. “There’s plenty of room.”

“I-I know. I…” Mhairi hesitated, debating silently before saying with a deeper blush, “I just don’t want to be in your space... Er, I mean, I do! I really want to be!”

Gibson blinked in surprise, earning a hasty explanation and an even redder Mhairi who blurted, “I really want to cuddle! It’s all I’ve been thinking about while lying here! I’ve been wanting to snuggle since we got into this situation, to be near you and embrace you. L-Like the lovers in my books! I really wanted to experience it for myself, with someone I completely care for and love and… Ancestors! You must think I’m a selfish, hopeless romantic.”

Gibson regarded Mhairi, her face hidden in her talons, while he felt himself grow warm as well, at a loss for words. He was stunned for a few moments before smiling softly and shyly, “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Y-you wouldn’t?” Came the half-muffled response, Mhairi peeking partly through her talons.

“No, the warmth would be nice…” He shifted and moved slightly closer, his circuits buzzing as his heart pounded and soared, “Your warmth would be nice. Honestly, I’ve been thinking of being near you this whole time, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to initiate or not.”

“You have!?” She exclaimed, talons pulled away from her face as she looked at him in disbelief. Her eyes shone with hopefulness, but still shy and embarrassed.

Gibson offered a wider smile and reached out slowly. His hand brushed her hair gently, lightly caressing her face as he moved a few locks out of the way. “Absolutely consumed by it, like solving the unknown realms of quantum physics.”

Mhairi’s shade of red deepened and she let out a squeaky, “O-oh.” Her eyes flickered down and for a few moments she did nothing. Then slowly, she scooted closer, her tail flicking before swiping across Gibson’s legs and moving down, brushing against his tail with longing.

Gibson smiled and flicked his own tail, gently wrapping his around hers to keep it from slipping away, a light blush on his cheeks as he accepted the gesture. The reciprocated action startled Mhairi, her eyes widening but she did not pull away, instead letting her tail intertwine with his.

“Th-this…Is nice.” Mhairi confessed, looking as if she were about to combust at the intimacy she craved so deeply and was now being indulged with. She inhaled, taking in Gibson’s scent, feeling his body radiating heat since they were currently only a few inches apart. “It feels...”

“It feels right,” Gibson smiled, slowly extending a hand toward her, palm up in invitation. Mhairi hesitated briefly though she slowly reached out to gently grasped his hand, to which Gibson repositioned their hands upright to intertwine their fingers.

The two lay in silence, unsure of what to say as they simply soaked up the sensation of the other’s touch and gazing shyly at one another. Mhairi flexed her talons slightly, giving a tender squeeze that Gibson returned, sending a ripple of comfort through both of them.

After a while Gibson curled closer, letting out a sigh of contentment. “You were right before; this bed is quite comfortable. I could fall asleep at any moment. I wonder what they use to stuff the mattresses? Some type of plant fiber? Our hosts’ own fur perhaps? I can see why Otto wanted to play; this is another dimension of comfort.”

A giggle escaped Mhairi as blush crept across her face once more, “Think that’s how they really trap guests here? The beds alone will make you never want to leave, never mind a storm.”

“Maybe, it’s a diabolical scheme. This bed might swallow us up with its alluring comfort.” Gibson teased, smirking at his companion. “Do you suppose we’ve stumbled onto some villains hiding in plain sight?”

“Oh you know it!”

“Perhaps we should alert the others. Clearly it’s a very serious matter.”

“The dastardly acts of hospitality must be investigated!”

The two laughed lightly, the bed quivering slightly with their mirth. The detour was proving itself manageable thanks to the amount of comfort the inn offered as well as the company being kept.

Gibson smiled, inching closer to Mhairi as he felt emboldened, “I’m glad I’m here with you.”

“Me too.” Mhairi drew closer until her knees brushed against him. Soon the two were embracing, Gibson running his hand gently through her hair and fur, and Mhairi through his, “Definitely worth it.”

Gibson could only smile wider and hug Mhairi closer. The two lay still, limbs entangled and tails wrapped around each other. As they snuggled Mhairi let out a sigh, a light purr escaping her and Gibson blushed.

“I love you, Gibson.”

“And I love you.” Gibson gently kissed her forehead, feeling warmth throughout his body at her words, his own confession coming out easily. Mhairi curled closer before turning her head upward and giving him a tiny kiss.

“Sleep well.”

“Sweet dreams, Mhairi.”

Both continued to lay together, a mix of small kisses and purrs as the night went on. Finally the day caught up to them and the feeling of comfort and warmth carried the two off to sleep.

* * *

Gibson awoke the next morning with something warm pressed against his chest and a tickling sensation on his chin. Confused for a moment he drowsily pulled his head back to find Mhairi curled against him, her talon resting gently against his chest while her hair brushed against his chin. Instantly he remembered the night before and where they were.

As he looked at her sleeping face with a fresh blush spreading across his own, his breath catching, which in turn caused his chest to shudder. Mhairi’s brow scrunched together in slight vexation and curled closer to him, letting out a sleepy murmur, “Just five more minutes.”

Gibson suppressed a chuckle as he watched her. He dared to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer and running his fingers through her hair once more. As the sunbeams from outside shown through the curtains on the window, Gibson’s thoughts drifted. What time was it anyways? He’d lost track as they had laid together for who knows how long until they had drifted off to sleep. He could faintly hear noises from outside, alerting him that it was late enough for other guests to be awake.

Suddenly there was an energetic knock on the door as he was just about to check his internal clock. Before he could answer, the door flew open—mortifyingly reminding Gibson he had forgotten to lock it the night before—and banged against the wall with a resounded smack.

“WAKEY, WAKEY! EGGS AND BAKEY!” Otto declared, throwing his arms out dramatically as he stood in the doorway, beaming.

“Otto! What are you doing!?” Gibson demanded, bolting upright and jostling Mhairi who let out a startled noise. He had half a mind to throw a blanket over the two of them as if something scandalous had been discovered.

“Sparx said you might need a ‘courtesy call’ since you guys overslept!” Otto smiled wider, looking at the two of them without a hint of embarrassment or shame. “Morning~”

“Of course he did.” Gibson dragged a hand tiredly over his face, certain he could hear Sparx’s snickers from around the corner.

“Mhmmm, what?” Mhairi sleepily wondered, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. She blinked sleepily at Otto and the open door. Instantly her eyes widened and a startled squeak escaped her as she turned a fresh shade of red and pulled the sheets to cover herself despite the nightgown she was still wearing.

“Otto… could you please give us a moment?” Gibson asked as politely as he could manage, his annoyance and exasperation nearly at a record high.

“Oh yeah!” The green monkey nodded, turning around to grant them some privacy. “I’ll let the others know you’re coming!” He paused as he pivoted, tensing with realization, “Oh, I almost forgot! I have something really cool to show you!”

“Can it wai-” Gibson began as Otto grabbed at something behind his back.

“Check out this cool worm I found!” Otto beamed with childlike wonder, holding up an all too familiar form that instantly wiggled as if on cue.

Needless to say anyone else sleeping in was instantly woken by the sound of a high-pitched scream that resounded throughout the inn and shook the nearby mountain clear of its freshly fallen snow.

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elyssebeeart · 6 years ago

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What About Us

A writing commission for @visionsofwings (PDF on dA)

Series: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go Pairing: FandomxCanon (MhairixGibson) Word count: ~4.5k Rating: G Previous: Starlit Garden Next: Just the Two of Us

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“You’d think they’d take better care of these. They’re relics of our past, links to our history.”

“Well they are relics, Uncle Strix. We don’t usually find them in excellent condition.”

The white colored Grypherian with red markings let out a snort and grumbled as he continued to clean the artifacts that presently required his care, his purple eyes focused. “No excuse for some of their conditions. I think some of this wear is neglect from its previous owners long ago rather than age.”

“I imagine they weren’t thinking much of the future in having their descendants digging up their past.” Mhairi tried not to smile at her uncle’s fussing as she hovered over a strange spherical object set before her that was projecting a hologram of various dots that signified planets and galaxies. She tapped a talon to her chin, thoughtful before typing in an additional entry to the currently selected planet. “I guess I should be thankful the language hasn’t changed too much but it’s still a challenge to translate it from ancient Grypherian to modern Grypherian to Universal.”

“Our very own Mhairi Key.”

Mhairi let out a laugh as she typed more text, adding it to her built-in map cipher. “Stop teasing!”

“Me, tease? Really Mhairi, know me better than that. Besides, why not? You’re the pride of our family and have contributed much for our people.” Strix glanced at her as he paused his careful restoration of an artifact that came from the ancient Grypherian spacecraft they had discovered in the underground ruins. The rather serious Grypherian looked at his niece with pride. “Your mother would be proud, as your uncle, aunt and I are. It’s okay to indulge and name something after you.”

The younger yellow Grypherian flushed at the praise, the fur on her cheeks puffing slightly. “I’m just doing what I can so our race can learn from our past and travel the stars once again. I just hope my translation of the Map will make it easier for future Grypherians and other races to read. There is so much to translate, I don’t know if I’ll finish it within my life time.” She reached up and tapped a dot, expanding it into a full galaxy depicting more planets that were unknown. “It would be wonderful if other races besides ours can use it. Programming it is going to take a lot of time though.”

“You’ve done more than I ever could, Mhairi. You deserve all the credit. Just be sure to stay humble.” Strix wagged a claw out of caution though he smiled despite his serious tone. Mhairi opened her beak to say more when a new voice cut in.

“I’m here for Professor Mhairi.”

Mhairi and Strix turned around to see a Royal Guard standing in the entranceway, looking uptight with serious green eyes and a buffed breast. The newcomer’s presence caused them to raise their eyebrows.

“Yes?” Mhairi inquired as she fought a wave of anxiety at the sight of a member of the Royal Guard who was not her aunt. Why would any other member be present if it weren’t a crisis?

“Is Wavery alright?” Strix inquired, worry coloring his otherwise dry tone as concern shone in his purple eyes. The same thought was clearly on his mind as he thought of his mate’s health. “Or is something else the matter, soldier?”

“The Captain is in fine health! Her Eternal Majesty Queen Sahara requests an audience with you.” The guard announced with vigor and a salute, her eyes wandering toward the holographic map before snapping back to meet Mhairi’s gaze in proper fashion. “I am to escort you to the palace posthaste.”

“Not another crisis regarding the universe, I hope.” Strix muttered, annoyed at having been worried for nothing yet concerned for his niece’s wellbeing given her last off world adventure. However he looked over at Mhairi, gauging her response at the summons.

“Really?” The question slipped out despite knowing it had to be the Queen who’d sent the guard. After all the fancy ceremonies for saving the universe alongside the Hyperforce, she thought all the pomp and circumstance would be the end point of her interactions with the revered monarch despite familial connections. She blinked and looked at her uncle who gave her a nod in support. “I better get going then.”

“Take care.” Strix called as she walked over to the guard who pivoted and began leading her to the palace. As Mhairi followed her guide she couldn’t help wonder, confusion washing over her as well as slight panic. Subconsciously she reached for the bell around her neck, trying to get a sense of reassurance and calm.

What could the Queen want?

* * *

“Okay, team. Let’s go over our mission report. That last mission was a bit of a doozy.” The black haired teen sat at the table with three of his companions with folded arms. “Everyone is okay though, right? Sparx, Otto, Nova?”

“You’re telling me, I’m still cleaning slush out of my circuits.” Sparx complained, the red cyborg monkey smacking the side of his head for emphasis as it discharged a glob of purple goop. “Maybe next time we should scout it out beforehand. You know, avoid some grim and nasty creatures if it can be helped.”

“Really, Sparx? Shying away from a challenge? You’re just upset I got a higher count than you.” Nova teased, the yellow cyborg monkey grinning at the other. “I’m fine, Chiro. Someone’s just being a big baby.”

“But it was so much fun!” The green cyborg monkey exclaimed, bouncing in his seat with glee. Otto, ever the fun-loving one, beamed at their human leader. “We should do it again!”

“No!” Came the chorus from the other three, causing Otto to look bashful as he playfully stuck out his tongue. Nearby a gray aquatic alien stood, clothed in purple and sporting a helmet as she held a small red dragon with closed eyes. Echo watched the scene with an always present impassive expression, her red eyes hooded. In her arms the small dragon known as Flint suddenly perked up, his head whipping toward the elevator inside the Super Robot and Echo turned her attention to it as well.

Within seconds the doors opened and Mhairi appeared, looking slightly distraught. The Grypherian seemed distracted given she didn’t acknowledge anyone inside the room. Instantly Flint let out a chirp and jumped down, rushing over to her, making various noises to get her attention. Mhairi blinked and smiled at his display for affection, picking him up and allowing him to lick her face as he purred. “Hi, Flint.”

“Mhairi!” Nova exclaimed, noticing the other yellow member of the team had arrived.

“Yo, if it isn’t my favorite feathered friend!” Sparx grinned as he and Nova hopped down from their seats at the table to greet Mhairi. “It’s been a week, you doing good?”

“Well-”

“Mhairi! Mhairi! You missed out on a cool mission! There was a bunch of squishing and splattering and ‘oos’! And ‘AAAHS’ though that was mostly Sparx!” Otto jumped up and down as he leapt down to join the others, Chiro right behind him. “I should have saved some in a jar…”

“I think she’s good, Otto.” Chiro gave the green monkey a pat as he smiled at Mhairi. “It’s good to have you back, Mhairi. You must be busy with your uncle and working on translating the Map. Can’t wait to see it and be able to read it for myself.”

“R-right. Thanks.” Mhairi gave a smile, nodding as she was surrounded by most of the Hyperforce. Her blue gaze shifted around, looking for the missing two members though her expression was pinched. This earned a head tilt from Echo, red eyes locked onto the Grypherian.

“What’s wrong?” She asked bluntly though her ‘voice’ carried a slight worried tone as it was projected from her helmet to translate her thoughts.

The question startled Mhairi who blinked, her blue eyes shifting to meet the red gaze. “Echo. It’s…” She took a breath, holding Flint close to her chest as Echo watched intently, concerned as the others look surprised at her now clear distress. “I-”

There was a whooshing mechanical noise that interrupted Mhairi and the others looked to see the doors slide open to reveal the rest of the team: Gibson and Antauri. The blue cyborg monkey and the silver robotic monkey looked up from their apparent conversation, seeing the group before them.

“Mhairi!” Gibson exclaimed, a smile forming. The blue monkey hurried on over with Antauri tailing him, “I wasn’t expecting you! I thought you said another few days.”

“Someone’s happy.” Sparx muttered, earning an elbowing from Nova who shushed him, a disapproving and concerned look on her face.

Mhairi didn’t say anything, instead looking at Gibson before her eyes moved to the floor then looked back at the others as she took a deep breath, “I have something to tell everyone.”

“Oh, is it a story?” Otto looked excited to which Antauri shook his head, sensing the unease.

“What is it? Are you alright?” Gibson inquired with a worried expression, confused as to why she was acting so distant.

“Queen Sahara requested an audience with me.” Mhairi blurted out, making Flint squeak in surprise as she squeezed him accidentally.

“And that’s… good or bad?” Chiro tentatively asked, confused as well as concerned. “I mean she seemed nice at the ceremony?”

“It’s…” Mhairi took a breath, “The Queen is still without a Councilor since the previous one betrayed her. Meaning there’s an opening within the Court.”

“That sounds like a dilemma.” Antauri voiced, folding his arms in thought as he watched. “Was she consulting you on the matter?”

Mhairi looked as if she would shrink into a yellow fur ball right there but didn’t. “Um, yeah. Actually… she said in light of my accomplishments she would like me to be the new Councilor.”

“Wow! Really? That’s great news!” Nova exclaimed bowling past Sparx to hug Mhairi, causing the red monkey to spin. “That means you can really help your people with that position! You’ve worked so hard for this!”

“Wow, that is great news.” Chiro beamed, “Congratulations!”

“It sounds like a big position but I know you can do it.” Echo chimed in, sounding encouraging with a small smile on her face.

Mhairi seemed to blush at the praise, her fur puffing as a slight red tint seeped into her cheeks, but her gaze shifted down to the floor once more. “Th-thanks. It is… except...” Flint let out a peep as her gaze move back to the others, her blue eyes serious, “It’s a great honor. I’m honored, but I would be required to be by the Queen’s side and be head of the Court.”

“Wait, then that means…” Gibson began, his face tense while the others seemed to sense his worry, glancing at one another.

“I can’t leave Kanoni.” Mhairi shifted her gaze to him, her voice low as her eyes darted away again, “I would no longer be able to assist you all on missions, or come to Shuggazoom for visits anymore.”

“So this is goodbye!?” Otto blurted, looking horribly distraught. “But you just got here! And I didn’t get you any goop! You can’t leave now!”

“N-no! Not yet… the Queen gave me a few days to make my decision so I thought I would stay here until I have to give my answer. To have one last off world venture.”

“A few days…?” Gibson repeated, his voice full of disbelief while he looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Mhairi nodded mutely, not daring to look at him as the floor was apparently far more interesting and far less anxiety inducing as it lacked a pair of eyes and feelings. Nova glanced back and forth between the couple with an evaluating gaze before taking action.

“Oh! Speaking of ventures, our mission briefing! We should probably finish that.” Nova announced, looking at the rest of the group with a certain expression, nodding toward the doors, clearly trying to segue. “Antauri can share his insight with us regarding what we faced.”

“Ah yes, excellent idea, Nova. We can use my quarters.” Antauri agreed, glancing at Chiro who seemed to catch their drift. The teenager nodded, unsure of how to ease away from the subject let alone excuse himself from the obviously needed private moment.

“Right! Since none of us got hurt we can catch you up later, Gibson. No need to come.” He informed, giving a small wave as he moved to follow Nova and Antauri.

“Why would—Oh… Oh!” Sparx exclaimed, holding up a finger out of realization, earning a facepalm from Nova. However Gibson didn’t seem to hear the others, still staring at Mhairi with a dazed expression while the Grypherian looked as uncomfortable as possible.

“Come on, Otto. You promised to bake those special cookies after, remember?” Echo coaxed the teary eyed green monkey who sniffled. However at the mention of cookies he brightened and dashed off, apparently forgetting his sorrow for the time being. Echo glanced over at Gibson and Mhairi before following, seemingly giving silent wishes to her best friend. Flint gave one look at Mhairi before letting out a peep and licking her talons. He then squirmed out of her grip to run off to join the others.

“I… I guess we need to talk.” Mhairi weakly stated, daring to look at Gibson as they stood alone in the room. The blue monkey was avoiding her gaze, pointedly looking at the floor as his hands curled and then loosened.

“That would be an understatement.” He replied though his voice carried no sarcasm, only disbelief. He turned away for a moment, muttering under his breath and Mhairi took it as a chance to summon some courage as she swallowed.

“Gibson-”

“What about us?”

Mhairi blinked at the question as Gibson looked at her, his face tight. “What does this mean for us, Mhairi? If you accept this position then…” He gestured loosely to the two of them, his voice almost pointed though it sounded more desperate despite the logic behind it.

“I-I know. I know.” Her voice trembled as she tried not to cry. “I don’t know, I haven’t made up my mind yet. This is such a huge opportunity, beyond what I could even dream of. But at the same time it means we… we can’t be together.” The words barely made it out of her mouth without a hitch.

“Even if you can’t leave we can always still visit you.” Gibson proposed, instantly formulating a plan as his heart raced. “Sure you can’t come to Shuggazoom but it doesn’t mean we can’t go to Kanoni. It would just be a really long distance relationship.”

Mhairi shook her head as she grabbed her arms to comfort herself, suppressing a tremble. “It won’t work. What you and the rest of the team do is so important to the universe, to all of existence; I can’t ask you to come to Kanoni every spare minute you have. You all are welcome to visit anytime but that’d be selfish of me to expect that of you… I…” She turned away, trying to hide her forming tears. “I just want to do what’s best for my people, but I don’t want it to end like this. I don’t want us to end.”

Gibson was quiet, watching her back as her shoulders trembled slightly, signaling she was indeed crying. He reached out a hand toward her but stopped, his heart squeezing as she was obviously trying to steel herself. “Neither do I… Look, you still have a few days. Let’s make the best of them, whatever your decision. This is all so sudden I can’t ask you to make up your mind right now; it’s a lot to process, for the both of us.”

Mhairi shook her head and rubbed her eyes before turning to look at him, sniffling. “I’m sorry, Gibson. I just… I need time to think. I’m sorry.” He gave a curt nod, bracing himself and she bolted from the room, leaving him standing there alone, both of them feeling their hearts about to break.

The call of duty could be so cruel with its necessity.

* * * * *

“I don’t know what to do, Echo.” “And you’ve talked to Gibson already?”

“Kind of? It’s…” Mhairi let out a frustrated sigh as she placed her head in her talons, her best friend watching. “It’s been days and it’s not getting any easier! Just looking at him hurts, and it’s not fair to him that I can barely utter a hello without becoming a mess or running away. Especially if this is…” She didn’t finish as the words died in her throat at the thought of the impending goodbye.

“It sounds like you’ve already decided.” Echo tilted her head, her red eyes probing as she sat with Mhairi in her bedroom, resting on the Aquarian’s bed. Nearby Flint was swatting at a ball that had a treat inside, currently preoccupying the small dragon to retrieve the impending reward.

“I don’t know!” Mhairi explained, looking up with tears in her eyes. “I feel like I should take the position. I mean, the things I could do as Councilor! What it would mean for my people… The Queen herself requested me! Me! Someone who people wrote off as crazy and an obsessed dreamer!”

“But what would it mean for you and Gibson? Or the rest of your friends on the Hyperforce? Which are you willing to put aside? One has to be chosen over the other.”

“I don’t know! I don’t want to choose! Why is this so hard?”

“You know… I might not be the best with emotions, but I think it is a hard crossroads you’re at. Right now your head and your heart are at odds.”

“You’re one of the Aquarian leaders. How do you do it?” Mhairi sniffled, looking at her friend for some wisdom and reassurance. “Indeed, I am part of the Assembly. However, despite it being similar in its position of authority, our situations are different.” Echo responded calmly, smoothing out her bed’s comforter as she handed Mhairi a box of tissues. “I had no hesitance in accepting as it would not only honor my… my mother’s memory, but I could also remain an ally to the Hyperforce. I am permitted to leave my world and be here with you all while still being able to help rebuild what was lost in the war with the Dark Ones. The Assembly can take care of things on their own without needing me around all the time; we work as a unit. That is not the case for you.”

“What should I do? I only have until tomorrow morning to make my decision.” Mhairi dabbed her eyes as fresh tears formed. “It feels like there is so much to gain but at the same time lose what I have.”

“To gain is to lose, to lose is to gain.” Echo watched patiently, sympathetic as she patted Mhairi’s arm. “I never said it’s easy. But I think you know deep down which you feel more called to, which one hurts more to let go of. Each choice has its own responsibilities and opportunities; it’s just different. For me joining the Assembly was what I could do to best help my people.”

Mhairi let out another sniffle as her shoulders shook. She dabbed at her eyes once more, not looking at Echo as she seemed to be mulling over what had been said.

“Either way, we’ll still be friends and we can still see each other even if not as much. Things change, that’s life but it’s what you choose to do in the face of change that matters.” Echo’s eyes softened while Flint paused from his toy to look over at the two. “Sometimes you have to listen to your heart rather than your head. Other times you have to go with reason. It’s a matter of which one you can live with. It’s not the end of the world, we’ve already been there and stopped it.”

Mhairi exhaled through her shaky breaths, smiling at Echo through her tears. “Thanks, Echo. I… I think I can figure this out. I just need a little more time.”

“I know you can.” Echo smiled faintly and embraced her friend while Flint, successfully retrieving the treat, hopped on the bed with them and began to purr. Mhairi returned the hug, some anxiety remaining but feeling a bit calmer overall.

She had to make her choice.

* * *

Gibson stood in his lab fiddling with various vials as he tried to occupy himself. However perhaps handling unstable substances was not the best idea presently given his distracted state. He let out a sigh and put the glass instruments back on their racks as his hands shook slightly, his mind wandering and his heart aching.

Mhairi had been noticeably absent in the morning. At first Gibson had thought it was because she was still avoiding him and was keeping to her quarters. However as late morning rolled around, Chiro had decided to wonder out loud where Mhairi was and Echo had informed them all that she had left earlier to return to Kanoni and give her answer. Gibson had almost dropped his cup of tea at the news—Sparx on the other hand had spat out his coffee while Otto yelped “what” as Chiro and Nova looked stunned while Antauri, ever tranquil, simply nodded—but Echo had smoothly added Mhairi would be back later regardless.

Now it was close to dusk and Mhairi still hadn’t returned. Gibson at present was a nervous wreck as he felt a pang of longing and anxiety. The blue monkey shook his head, “No, no, Mr. Hal Gibson. Pull yourself together! I can’t be selfish and keep her to myself as much as I want to because I love her.” He stared at the beaker before him, gazing at the liquid inside. “I have to respect her decision; it’s her life and her choice. I can’t hold her back because of personal feelings. Coming between her and her people…”

He let out a sigh as he stood by one of the lab’s tables, closing his eyes in an attempt to quiet his thoughts. Things never were easy with the Hyperforce, and this should have been expected territory when he entered a relationship with an alien. Even Chiro had to deal with some long distance woes with Jinmay, but the boy took it with stride. This however… was this really going to be the end? He had to let her go, for the sake of her people. It wasn’t fair for her, and she as well as her people needed what was best.

The sound of the lab doors whooshing open caught his attention and he bit back a grunt. It had been a constant in and out of the other team members as they seemingly just wanted to “drop by,” when in fact they were clearly checking on him. It was as frustrating as it was endearing, his mood worsening as his anxiety increased.

“Look, I know you’re all concerned but I-” He started to turn around, but suddenly stopped at the surprising sight of Mhairi in the doorway, looking nervous. Gibson nearly choked on his words as he stared at the Grypherian, still trying to compute that she was really there. “M-Mhairi.”

Mhairi looked up at him shyly, her face red. “H-hi. Is this a good time to t-talk?”

Gibson gulped and nodded numbly, gesturing for her to come in as his heart thundered in his chest. Mhairi slowly entered, twiddling her talons as her gaze went back to the floor as she approached. The two stood opposite of each other for what seemed like long moments of silence, Mhairi looking like she was working up courage to speak while Gibson was afraid to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“I-”

“It’s alright, Mhairi.”

“H-huh?”

“I know how much this decision was weighing on you, but I didn’t do anything these past few days to help. I thought space was needed and then I realized it was selfish of me to put it all on you to choose.” Gibson spoke to the bewildered looking Mhairi who blinked at him. “Just know I support your decision and that I don’t regret the time we had together.”

“Gibson.” Mhairi breathed but he pressed on, afraid of losing his steam.

“It wasn’t fair to put the choice about us all on your shoulders. To put your people after us when all you’ve ever done has been for your kind-”

“Gibson.”

“But I don’t regret our time together, really. Well maybe the time we wasted fighting and being at odds, but that doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is I understand and you don’t have to say anything. I know things will be different, but if this is going to be goodbye I-” “Gibson! I turned it down!” Mhairi blurted, suddenly covering his mouth with one of her talons, cutting him off. He startled at her touch as well as her words, making a surprised noise as he blinked, trying to process. Instantly Mhairi flushed again and pulled away, leaving Gibson floundering.

“Wh-wha? Why?”

“After I talked with Echo I realized being the Councilor isn’t the only way to help my people. And honestly the position isn’t for me. Have you met me? I probably would want to throttle the Court every single day if not minute since I would be with them on a daily basis when not assisting the Queen. I’m not that much of a people person.” Mhairi hastily explained, waving her talons as she was still red. However she took a breath and said in a stronger voice, looking at Gibson, “And I decided that working on the Map, traveling across the stars to gain more knowledge for the Grypherians, and encouraging space travel again is what’s going to help my people best.”

“B-but as Councilor you’d have more say to enforce those ideas-”

“As Councilor I’d be cooped up in a building getting involved with politics and having my ideas pushed back for a vote or ‘consideration.’ Even though the Queen’s say is law, she now listens to both the Councilor and the Court.” Mhairi explained, her expression serious as Gibson gawked. “Last time she let a Councilor have too much sway he kinda tried to put her in an eternal coma. Plus I’m not someone who just sits back and talks; I like being hands on and out in the field. But most importantly… I love you too much to not have you in my life.”

At that last statement she looked at him with a pinched expression, clear emotion shimmering in her eyes. Gibson in turn stood with his mouth hanging open, not believing his audio receptors.

Seeing him motionless prompted Mhairi to continue before he could say anything, gushing, “I’m so sorry for putting you through so much the past few days! But I realized my place in the universe. And ultimately, that place has been and will always be with you. I don’t want to say goodbye to us, Gibson. Not after all that we've been through together…”

Suddenly Gibson’s arms were around Mhairi and he was pulling her close, a sigh of relief escaping him while she let out a squeak of surprise. “I must be a truly selfish primate. No matter how much I told myself it was the best thing, I didn’t want to let you go. But I was prepared to and…” Mhairi’s eyes softened as Gibson pulled away slightly, looking at her face. “I’m not ready to give up on us. I want to see how far we can go together. And even if our paths diverted, I would still always love you.”

“Gibson…” Mhairi murmured, tears welling up as she threw her arms around him to further the embrace. “I’m so sorry I even considered saying goodbye. I know I must have broken your heart with this whole thing and I-“

“Shhh.” Gibson suddenly shushed and his mouth was against hers, stopping her apology. “Mhairi, shh.” Instantly the Grypherian relaxed, almost melting into him as she cupped his face in her talons, pulling him closer. The two sank into the kiss they had been starved for, the intimacy momentarily sating the need both had been denied the past few days.

“So, does this answer your question?” Mhairi smiled, eyelids low as the two finally separated after a minute to take a breath.

“Question?”

“’What about us?’”

“Yes, I would say so.” Gibson grinned as Mhairi’s eyelashes fluttered, her blush growing. The two then embraced once more, hearts racing as relief continued to spill out after days of worry.

“I love you, Gibson.”

“I love you, Mhairi. Forever and always.”

Mhairi let out a giggle, kissing his cheek. “Really? Beyond forever? That seems highly illogical for you, Mr. Hal Gibson.”

“Being with you makes me feel illogical. And it’s not a bad thing.”

As they stood there alone in the lab, away from prying eyes and responsibilities of the world, Gibson had a thought. Perhaps… there was something he should ask her in the near future. A rather important question for the two of them.

But for now, this was enough.

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Starlit Garden

A writing commission for @spottedwings-psychicdreams (PDF on dA)

Series: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go Pairing: FandomxCanon (MhairixGibson) Word count: ~4k Rating: G Previous: Save the Last Dance For Me

“Alright, that’s two carbonated fruit infused beverages filled to near maximum capacity. Both managed to survive that onslaught.” Gibson smiled in triumph, holding the pair of drinks he’d managed to snag. It was suppose to be a simple recovery mission but instead the robotic blue simian had found himself swamped by people wishing to meet him and quiz him about the team’s exploits. The Grypherian gala had turned into a full-blown social event.

Momentarily detained by enthusiastic fans Gibson was forced to stop and humor the folks, some whom he was certain were political figures; he swore someone tried to swipe his bowtie just to have something belonging one of the legendary Hyperforce.

Finally after a few minutes, exactly 8 minutes 30.3 seconds, he politely excused himself and made way back to where he came. However the intended recipient of the other glass was nowhere to be seen, the spot where he’d left her now vacant.

“Mhairi?” He blinked, realizing he was talking to thin air, and looked around, trying to spot his companion for the evening. He heard a string of angry mutters and a few foreign curses as he saw one Grypherian hopping on one foot, grumbling about something. He caught bits of the utterance thanks to his enhanced audio receivers:

“-crazy! Good for nothing dirt scratcher-”

Instantly he frowned and turned away, shifting his gaze over the crowd to spot his teammate. It was a sea of almost all Grypherians, ones with various shades of fur and feather color, shapes and sizes. There was no familiar yellow fur with black spots however indicating Mhairi was no longer here. He made his way towards the edge of the large room, noting the balcony that open doors led to.

As he stepped out onto the open night air, grasping the glasses still, he spotted her leaning against the rail, looking out into the scenery. She was dressed in an elegant green dress and had white heels on and it made Gibson flush as she stood there. However her face looked stormy, half way between calm and sad.

“You okay?”

Mhairi glanced at him seemingly surprised he was there but just let out a sigh, closing her blue eyes. “Yeah. Some people just get under my skin. Sorry I disappeared.”

“It is fine, no worries. It is perfectly rational.”

“It’s just, I thought things were changing and then I run into someone like that jerk. Then it’s like I’m back to square one.”

Gibson was quiet, not willing to pry and simply lend a sympathetic ear. Silence sometimes was the best comfort one could offer and just let another talk.

“I’m just standing there minding my own business when this eggbrain walks up to me, all smiles and pleasantries. He begins by praising my work with you guys, the great heroes of the universe, and then proceeds to talk about my reputation. Goes on and says I’ve come a long way from having a stormy temper that made others ‘disinterested’ in working with me; how I’ve become respectable.”

It was true Mhairi did have a bit of a temper as well as a sharp tongue, but like all people it was a flaw and she was working on hers. Gibson admired how far she’d come from her cutting tone and abrasiveness towards him when they’d first met. He was snapped out of his momentary playback of the memories as Mhairi continued.

“I managed to keep calm and just nod. Though I swear if I had teeth I’d be grinding them.” She gripped the railing harder with her talons, her brow furrowing. “But just as I’m about to excuse myself the featherclod goes and says in this total sugarcoated voice: At least you have something to show for your research and work now. Can’t say the same for that crazy uncle of yours. He’s not respectable in the slightest with his featherbrained claims and fabricated findings.”

“And you lost it.” Gibson surmised, noting the hopping Grypherian he saw. It didn’t take a genius to guess she’d stomped full force on his foot, making use of her heels.

Mhairi shrugged as she looked at him. “I swear I would have done a sonic scream and ranted if I opened my mouth. Can’t really make much of a scene at a fancy gala, it’ll reflect badly on the museum.”

“Very logical.”

“I’m just sick of people talking badly about Uncle Strix. I wouldn’t be where I am right now if it wasn’t for him and his passion. Even when others looked down on him he continued his search for knowledge and the truth. He’d tell me not to mind them, that some people are just naturally birdbrains with little room for anything but a few thoughts. He said we’d eventually prove our work and we did… but everyone thinks that I, his niece, somehow escaped the full-blown crazy gene and got success by cutting ties.”

“Well, you are both respectable members of the scientific and historical community in my book.”

Mhairi gave a little nod, a small smile tweaking her mouth but it disappeared, “Did you know there is a rumor that I ran off with the Hyperforce just to get away? That the only reason I have success is because I was under the wing of the legendary heroes? That my uncle was dragging me down with his crazy talk?”

“Now that is crazy.” Gibson frowned back, “Your achievements are your own, not because of the team. Maybe we helped give you an opportunity to further expand your horizons and research but it was you who found and deciphered the map, uncovered ancient Grypherian artifacts that lead to the truth and even helped start mending the centuries old feud with the Aquarians. Your uncle lit the way to your passion and helped guide you, train you. He is as creditable for his accomplishments as you.”

“I know… I just wish others knew the truth so they’d shut their beaks. And not just know but accepted it, like how they accepted the lies we’ve been telling in our history lessons but this time it’s the truth.”

“We know the truth, and one day others will too given enough time. You’re a strong person who is persistent and I’m sure eventually someone’s going to have to lend you their high ranking ear to acknowledge not just your accomplishments but your uncle’s as well.”

“Hm, hopefully.” She murmured, a light blush coloring her cheeks as the night air gently brushed her fur. A talon reached up and pushed her hair back out of her face. “Thanks.”

“Here.” He offered one of the drinks he was still holding. “You look like you could use it about now.”

“Thank you. That jerk better be thankful he just got away with an aching foot. If I’d had this earlier he’d be drenched and in pain.” She reached out and took the glass, seeming to consider going back and doing just that but resigned as thanks to her companion she felt much more at ease.

“I don’t know, he looked hopping mad when I saw him.” Gibson cracked, smirking as he took a sip of the bubbly drink. Mhairi however slightly choked as she took a drink right as she heard the pun.

The Grypherian’s coughs subsided into laughter, tears in her eyes as she wiped them away. “That one was pretty good.”

“My humor is superb, nearly equal to my high intellect. Got to keep modest though and not be a genius at all things.”

Mhairi smiled knowingly, thinking back on Gibson’s past attempts at humor. It was precious to see him attempt to make a joke in order to cheer her up, even if it was corny. She paused for a moment, placing the glass on the railing as she glanced out towards the scenery once more. “Want to do something more fun than this stuffy old gala?”

“Like what?”

“You have to catch me first and find out.” She grinned and suddenly took off down the stairs connecting to the balcony. Despite wearing heels the Grypherian moved rather speedily, the clacks of the shoes hitting pavement that turned into dirt becoming faint as she gained distance.

“Ah! Mhairi!” Gibson called, caught off guard. He hastily placed his glass on the railing as well and hurried after the disappearing figure.

“Hurry up, slowpoke!” She answered back, not slowing down in the slightest.

The two ran through giant hedges that served as walls, seemingly entering a maze. Gibson could hear Mhairi laughing and caught glimpses of her as she paused to make sure he wasn’t too far behind. Thankfully the bell on her neck gently jingled and it was enough to tip the simian off as to where she’d gone.

After a few minutes of chasing the maze seemed to end, opening up. The Grypherian was waiting patiently for her companion to catch up. She stood there beaming in the moonlight, hands behind her back as Gibson exited the maze.

“Ta da~” Mhairi sang, gesturing to the scenery around them. From where the walls of hedge ended it opened up to a wide area that was full of trees and flowers. In the middle was a fountain whose centerpiece was a Grypherian holding a telescope in one talon and pointing with the other to the sky above. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful.” Gibson breathed, staring at Mhairi as she stood beneath the fresh moonlight, a gentle night breeze ruffling her hair and dress. He snapped his mouth shut and cleared his throat, shifting his gaze to the rest of the scenery as he came forward. “Amazing, what is this place? I’ve never seen such botanical life forms.”

“This is the Museum Garden. I use to come here as a cub. Funny enough this place has been here for ages yet hardly anyone comes here. It’s like a secret garden now.”

“Well it’s certainly not abandoned, the life here looks well taken care of.” He observed, drawing near to some of the flowers. “This looks like some kind of wildflower variety but they are managed so they grow naturally without crowding the other specie.”

“There’s an old caretaker here that lives on the grounds. She’s really nice though she appears rather grouchy and abrasive, namely if she thinks you’re going to ruin the plants. Just don’t try making flower crowns with freshly bloomed buds.”

“Sounds like someone not to be trifled with.”

Mhairi let out a laugh. “You have no idea. Though I got to know her well enough she actually tolerates me calling her Miss Fyre. I haven’t been back here in years though, but it looks like she’s keeping the place going.”

“How’d you know about this place?”

“When I was a cub I used to run and hide here. This place was like my sanctuary.”

“Hide? From what?”

“Different things.” She shrugged but her face showed the memory was fresh. “Mostly when I got into fights over people talking bad about my uncle, people calling me names, me getting into trouble… just being upset for whatever reason like cubs do.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could offer, knowing it was the past but that those were still sore spots for her. “People can be rather cold-hearted and lack proper cerebral activity even though they have adequate cranial capacity.”

“Thanks.” Mhairi smirked, appreciating his unique way of trying to cheer her up. “Come on, I’ll show you around. It’s actually quite large.”

“Lead the way.” Gibson gestured, joining her side as the two began their tour through the seemingly secret garden.

“This place is beautiful during the day but at night it’s magical.” Mhairi informed, pointing at a few identical plants spread about the place. “See those? They are lunaris flowers, they bloom during the nighttime under the moon’s glow. During a full moon they will release luminous spores that float upwards so it looks like they’re releasing light. And see those? They’re stellarium! At night they twinkle from the sunlight they’ve absorbed during the day, watch!”

“An archeologist and a biologist! Who knew?” Gibson praised, smiling at Mhairi as the two stopped before the stellarium as they pulsed from bright to faint, seemingly twinkling.

“These flowers have appeared throughout our history, including as carvings on ancient artifacts; our current ruler, Queen Sahara, has them on her emblem as well as a sun to represent the light will never disappear, day or night. But I admit I learned more about them just by hanging out here in the garden and watching.”

“Fascinating!”

“Plus I sort of got impromptu lessons from Miss Fyre if I hung around long enough. She’d rope me into helping her out and teach me, telling me moping would do me no good and if I loved digging so much I should put that trait to good use.”

“Seems like sound advice.”

She nodded before hopping up onto the nearby low brick wall that kept the dirt off the path and began walking on top. She balanced with a cat’s grace as she went along, Gibson following along with a watchful eye.

“Be careful.”

“Please, I’m an expert at balancing! I use to do this all the time as a cub.”

“Well, doing that in heels may not be the safest idea.”

“Is that a challenge?” She grinned as she moved along, her arms spread to help create a counterbalance. “I’ll take you up on it. Come up here, we can take turns wearing them.”

“No thanks. I’d rather stick with what I know and stay on the ground. Enjoy though.”

“Hm, that’s what I like about you. Ever the grounded one with logic and reasoning, calculating all the facts to make sure the odds are favorable.”

“Huh, really? I thought you liked something else about me.”

“Like what?”

“My sexy accent.” Gibson grinned, an eyebrow raised as he glanced at her. “At least, that’s what I heard.”

“Wha-” She exclaimed, flushing red as she whirled around to face him. As she did so her heel caught on the bricks and snapped. One minute she was on top and the next she was falling.

Instantly Gibson was right next to her, arms ready and she fell into them. The monkey held her tight, saving her from impacting the ground though the fall would have been rather short but mildly painful.

“Whoa.” She breathed, catching her breath from the momentary scare. As she composed herself she looked at Gibson and flushed again, her yellow fur turning scarlet.

“Well I was planning to sweep you off your feet this evening, I just didn’t expect it to be this way.”

“What did you mean by that?” Mhairi demanded, her face in her talons as she tried to calm down, feeling the warmth beneath her feathers. She was too flustered to try to jump out of his arms; and honestly she didn’t mind except how she ended up there.

“Sweep you off your feet? I was considering-“

“No, not that! The other thing!” She insisted, turning even redder in Gibson’s arms.

“Like I said, that’s what I heard.”

“From whom!?”

“Straight from the horse’s mouth. Well, the Grypherian’s mouth.”

“You heard that?” She just about shrieked burying her face into her talons, feeling a new wave of embarrassment wash over her. The fact he’d heard her outburst confession regarding her feelings for him some time ago made her want to dig a hole and join the flowers. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It was before the big mission. We all had a lot on our mind and I had to figure out my feelings while trying to save the universe.”

“Is that why you gave me the bell?” She tentatively touched her collar that had the item fastened to it.

“Partly yes, I admit. I wanted to give you something to remember me by and show my appreciation for all you’d done. I honestly wasn’t sure if you still felt the same way and with you leaving, I didn’t want to hinder your plans of returning home.”

“You mean you would have just kept quiet if we never saw each other again?” She nearly whispered, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at him.

The blue monkey was quiet for a moment. “Yes. Knowing I might never see you again and being so far away was hard enough. If you knew how I felt I deduced it would hinder your progress and mental well-being.”

“You idiot.” Mhairi mumbled, releasing the bell and gently touching Gibson’s face. “You’re a brilliant idiot.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smiled, placing a hand on top of her talon. “Even a genius has to have moments of being an ignoramus to keep himself humble.”

“Oh yes, your humbleness is another thing.” She grinned back, “Though as much as I’m enjoying this, you can put me down. I think I’ve been swept up long enough.”

“Fair enough.” He gently let her down, the Grypherian standing uneven due to the state of her footwear. She reached out and held onto his shoulder to keep her balance.

“Ugh these shoes.” Mhairi fussed, grabbing the shoe with the broken heel and taking it off. She then began removing the other shoe to have equal footing. “Being pretty is overrated; whoever designed these clearly didn’t wear them for more than thirty seconds.”

“Well I doubt they thought they would be wore on a brick wall or run in like there was some marathon. Besides you seemed to be doing fine until your spill.”

“Either way, poor research and design choice. This was the true field test.”

“Well, shoes or no shoes, you still look pretty to me.” Gibson admitted before he realized what he’d said. Instantly he slapped a hand over his mouth, the blue monkey starting to feel his internal temperature starting to rise. He looked wide-eyed at Mhairi who appeared shocked as well but instantly let out a laugh, turning red herself once more.

“Stars, what a pair we are.” She gasped out between breaths as she laughed, hysteria taking over. “Can hardly compliment one another without getting bashful. How long did it take for us knuckleheads to get together? So much for being observ-” She stopped for a minute seemingly having a thought. “Actually…”

“What is it?”

“Come on, this way.” She gestured, talking Gibson’s hand and gently pulling him along. “There’s something I’ve got to show you. I can’t believe I almost forgot.”

“Another surprise?”

“You bet, but this time no peeking. Close your eyes!”

Gibson complied, wondering what Mhairi had in store for him. He felt her lead him along, guiding him as they took a few twists and turns in the garden. After a few minutes he felt her stop.

“Okay, you can look.”

“Wow, what is this place?” He admired, opening his eyes and seeing a tall cylinder shaped building with a round top before him. Some plants had begun winding their way around it, various blooms popping up as they seemed to try to integrate it. The building looked worn and slightly in disrepair but for the most part sturdy.

“It’s an old observatory! I can’t believe I almost forgot it was even here. Both this and the fountain are supposed to be the landmarks of the garden. However it’s mostly been neglected since more modern ones have been made, namely the one housed at the museum.”

“That is a shame, this one has some charm to it.”

“I think so too. Unfortunately the telescope has long been removed, but the observatory window still functions. You just need a telescope in hand and you can still stargaze, much like my ancestors who lacked the jumbo sized ones we have today. Come on, I’ll show you what’s inside; it’s way more charming.”

“It’s unlocked?” “It should be. If not I’ve got the perfect lock pick.” She held up her shoe with the broken heel, mischief in her eyes.

“You wouldn’t.” Gibson gasped, not certain whether or not she was joking.

“Maybe.” She smiled back and headed over to the door of the observatory. It was a large ornate door with carvings of stars and planets on it. “Though honestly if I break the lock I’ll just tell Miss Fyre and replace it. Most of the time it’s open for anyone to explore, so no worries about breaking and entering.”

She tested the door and it gave way easily, swinging open with a creak. Letting out a shout of triumph Mhairi looked at the monkey. “Come on!”

She grabbed his hand once more and pulled him inside, pushing the door wide open. Inside was a large round room that was fairly empty. Some dust had settled on the floor and shelves but inside it looked fairly intact.

“Incredible.” Gibson breathed, looking around the old building, gazing up at the fading mural on the ceiling that was a map of stars. “Grypherian craftsmanship really is impressive.”

“It gets better.” Mhairi walked over to one of the walls and grabbed a lever. Grunting she pressed it down and instantly there was the sound of gears turning. The ceiling let out a groan and the dome shutters parted slowly, revealing the night sky above. She pulled another lever and the dome began to rotate, swinging toward where the moon was shining. “Still functional.”

“This really is breathtaking.” Gibson stared at the view above as Mhairi came over to join him, both now standing in the moonlight. “Thank you for showing me.”

“Of course.”

As quiet settled over the observatory and the pair inside the sound of music from the gala could be heard faintly in the distance. The melody was soft and slow, indicating it was a traditional pairing dance and not just ambience.

“You know… we never did get a dance in. And I do recall you promising to save at least one dance for me.” He turned toward the Grypherian, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Just one?”

“Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about you saving just the last dance, given we are the only ones here. Plus we did do all that practicing, it would be a shame to not dance at all let alone do just one dance.”

“I suppose you are right.”

“Would you give me this dance, my fair lady?” Gibson bowed, extending his hand like a true gentleman of dance after adjusting his bowtie.

“Dancing in the moonlight? How romantic.” Mhairi teased before tossing her shoes aside and taking his hand gently. She smiled at him, “It would be my honor.”

Gibson beamed and gently pulled Mhairi into a hold. Both of them looked at each other for a few moments before taking a step, Gibson leading the way as the music’s tempo carried in the air. The two of them moved back and forth in the observatory, the moon and stars their only audience to their private dance.

“You are a quick learner.” She praised, thinking of how badly he danced only a few days ago as she held onto his hand and shoulder. “Impressive.”

“Well, I am good at studying.”

“Can’t argue with that. Though we probably should practice some more.”

“Oh, I’ve got a few surprises for you myself.”

“Like what?”

Suddenly Gibson’s hold on her back shifted and his grip on her extended talon tightened. He took a step and was guiding her backwards before he abruptly leaned forward, casing her to arch backwards as he leaned towards the floor, entering a dip.

“So what do you think?” He asked, looking down at Mhairi’s surprised face as she was swept into the unexpected dip. “Did I sweep you off of your feet?”

Mhairi took a moment as she looked up at his face, still posed in the dip. However after a minute as fresh red colored her cheeks she smiled with a purr, “Rawr.” She suddenly leaned upward, kissing Gibson, catching him off guard. She smiled, looking back at the monkey’s astonished face. “Surprise.”

“Indeed.” Gibson murmured, looking dumbly back at her. However a grin appeared and he leaned down, returning the kiss. Together the two stood in each other’s embrace as the music continued, though forgotten, as the stars glowed above seemingly winking knowingly to one another.

It was a good night.

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Save the Last Dance For Me

A writing commission for @spottedwings-psychicdreams (PDF on dA)

Series: Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go Pairing: FandomxCanon (MhairixGibson) Word count: ~2.6k Rating: G

“What is that noise?”

A faint musical rhythm could be heard echoing through the Super Robot. Gibson tilted his head, his audio receivers calibrating to pinpoint the source of the noise. Identifying which direction the music was coming from the robotic blue monkey made his way towards it, curious as to who was playing such a beat.

He followed the noise down the corridors, passing each member’s quarters that apparently were not the source. The music was growing louder as he continued his way down, finally locating the room where the sound seemed to be emitting from. Reaching up he pressed the button that caused the doors to slide back.

In the room was a yellow furred biped creature covered in black spots with feathers on its arms and a long cat like tail tipped in black that wore a light teal dress and brown leggings. Its clawed black hands were posed as if holding onto something, someone as the creature moved back and forth in the room to the music’s slow beat.

It seemed like the team’s resident archeologist, Mhairi, was dancing.

“I didn’t know you could dance.”

“Wha-?” Mhairi uttered in a half shriek that was very bird like, a red color spreading over her yellow features as she spun around to see who was addressing her. Immediately she sputtered, “O-of course I can dance!”

“To be precise I didn’t know you would dance.” He corrected, as the Grypherian was a rather private person who seemed more into pastimes such as reading or going out exploring for an archeological find. “Sorry to startle you.”

“You didn’t startle me, you just broke my concentration.” She hastily tried to cover her obvious startling, folding her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard the music and wondered who was playing it.”

“If it’s too loud I can turn it down, you just had to ask.”

“No, no it’s okay. This was purely an inquisitive venture, not one of complaint.” The simian assured, holding up a hand and smiling. “I honestly thought it was perhaps Otto trying out a new, what does he call it…. ‘Inspirational fantastical grooving beats of mental and energy stimulation.’”

“You mean a playlist of motivational catchy songs?” Mhairi translated, raising an eyebrow, not sure if she caught the lingo correctly.

“Ah yes, I suppose that was it.”

Mhairi suppressed a laugh though the corners of her beak turned upwards. She was still a bit flustered and her feathers literally ruffled as she hadn’t expected anyone to come walking in on her while she was practicing—a soft blush began to form in place of the red embarrassment—especially not Gibson.

“Might I ask the occasion?”

“Occasion?” She was called back to reality, “Why do you think there is an occasion?”

“For you to be listening to such music purposely composed to be a slow dance in the company of another. Plus you were acting like there was another person with you rather than solo dancing.”

“Oh… Well, see back home there’s this event that I have to attend…” She began, twiddling her talons, “And it’s this big fancy thing that will be food and dance and I’ll be expected to attend and take part since I’m a representative of the museum.”

“Sounds like a rather immense and significant event. Congratulations.”

Mhairi nodded as she moved across the room to get a drink, needing refreshment after all her private dancing and to cool her nerves over Gibson walking in on her. “Yeah, so there’s going to be all this dancing and I figured I’d best practice so I don’t make a fool out of myself when I attend. It’s awkward enough; I don’t want to look bad while having to dance with people I barely know or rather keep at a professional arms length.”

Gibson bobbed his head with understanding, watching from across the room. He was rubbing his chin now, clearly thinking about something, which wasn’t odd given his high intellect.

“Would you like me to dance with you?”

Mhairi just about spat out her drink, choking. “Wha-what?” She quickly wiped her beak as the liquid dribbled out of her mouth, her blue eyes wide. She had half a mind to stick a talon in her ear to make sure it wasn’t physically filled with desires of her heart or her mind simply playing tricks on her.

“To practice. I assure you I can dance better than a mere shadow partner.” He defended, mistaking her reaction as one of disbelief at his abilities. “If you’d rather decline it’s no trouble, I won’t impose on you any longer. I just wanted to offer my assistance since your invisible partner seemed to be a tad flatfooted.”

“No, no. I… You can dance and you want to with me?” That fact coupled with the unexpected joke had her reeling even more, confusion crossing her face. Gibson had made a joke and suggested being her partner? Her heart was thundering in her chest as she stared at him, speechless.

“Why not? Besides at its core it is based on theory and understanding of the fundamentals of body movement that relies on atmospheric rhythm and one’s brain relaying that information for your body to respond. Besides you dance rather nicely and-”

“Okay, okay, just stop. Come over here and show me what you can do.” She gestured, shaking her head with mild amusement over the scientific babble. The last part of his statement however had her heart pounding in her ears and a fresh wave of blush threatened to surface. The music was still playing on loop in the background, having never been turned off since Gibson had arrived and ready to be performed to.

He complied, taking her talon as she extended it, slipping the other on his arm to complete the hold. He shifted his hands to their proper placements, holding her talon in one and his other hand against her back; the contact on her back made the fur on the back of her neck stick up as a tingle went up her spine, threatening to cause her to blush at the intimate touch.

But this was dance and she was going to suck it up and not freak out for once.

“Okay on the count of three as the next beat comes; one, two…. Three.”

As they stepped Mhairi expected Gibson to follow her smoothly, her taking the lead in the dance as was per custom on her planet. But instead there was tension in her partner’s arms and suddenly he scooted towards her in a stiff step that brought him much too close, almost colliding.

Surprised she dismissed it as him getting his bearings, not expecting her to be leading. She took a step back again, gently pulling her partner with her, but once again the movement was stiff, almost mechanical.

Just because Gibson was a cybernetic monkey didn’t mean he had to act robotic; did he perhaps have a few tight gears needing to be oiled? Was it her?

“Are you okay with me leading?” She pressed, halting for a moment, wondering if she was giving wrong signals than what he was used to. She could hear him mumbling something, probably counting out loud rather than in his head.

“Certainly, carry on.”

As they moved forward and backwards and then side to side Mhairi found it was almost like dancing with a heavy cardboard box with no flexibility. She frowned slightly, glancing at their hand positions and at their footwork, wondering what was wrong; no way should the smooth slow dance feel like she was dragging a safe around, each movement jerky. Gibson said he knew how to dance, were they not on the same page?

“Now for maximum velocity to gain proper momentum I must apply…”

Though it was rather low she caught part of Gibson’s mumbling, realizing what she’d been hearing had not been counting at all; suddenly everything made sense. She placed her foot on top on his, pressing it down to keep him from sliding it and get his attention. “Stop.”

“What?”

“That’s not how you dance. Not this dance at all… or any other.”

“What ever am I doing wrong? I’ve calculated and formulated the right combo and timing for-“

“Shh.” She hushed him, placing a talon against his lips. “Just feel the music. Let the music guide you—carry you. With dance it’s about emotion. To do the right steps you have to know the music, feel it and your body will follow. Getting the correct footwork comes after you are able to know the beats, the rhythm. Your feet will follow once they catch up to your body and brain’s communication; or sometimes your feet simply carry you before your mind does.”

She released her hold on him for a moment, resuming her shadow partner dancing, showing how she moved as the music varied its notes, stepping back and forth depending on the tempo.

“When with a partner you have to feel their moments, become one with their moments so you’re dancing as one, not as a pair. Dance with a partner isn’t about being a pair; it’s about dancing as one. Being one with each other, with the music, the moment.” She let out a sigh at the romantic notion, her blue eyes shinning with admiration as she stopped.

“You certainly are well verse in the subject. I guess you are the expert with actual field experience and application of the art.” Gibson surmised, watching with an analytical but appreciative gaze.

“I, ah…” She let out a nervous cough as she collected herself, “have read up a lot on it. Also when I was younger my auntie enrolled me in some dance classes for a while until I showed I rather be in the dirt digging for treasure than tearing up a dance floor as a performer or rubbing elbows with important persons.”

“See you do have practical experience. When I implied I could dance I should have clarified I have the capacity to dance; I understand the science of dance and theories of such formulas though my actual application is rather diminutive.”

“How diminutive?”

“I gather only a few occasions, in private of course. The technique is perfect just the application… I need more trial runs. I assure you I am quite the dancer.”

“Well, I guess the only way to get better is practice.” Mhairi sighed taking note of the work they had to do. “Better get started.” She held out a talon, ready to take dancing positions again. “This time let me carry you and match you to my movements rather than you trying to follow my lead.”

Gibson gave a nod, getting back into position as the music continued its beats. “I appreciate it as I gather you don’t really need the practice. I’m certain many will be demanding a turn with you. They’ll come in droves for a chance.”

“Oh sure I’ll be beating them off with an irreplaceable vase because I’ll simply be the bell of the ball.” Mhairi rolled her eyes though the thought did please her at the complement of her abilities. “Every dance will have me switching partners at least five times.”

"Well, be sure to save the last dance for me." He joked, letting a playful smirk slip out. He had no doubt Mhairi would be attending the party alone or with one of her colleagues as it seemed like a rather big affair of an inner circle.

She seemed caught off guard, tensing as she held onto him, seeming as though she almost let go. "Of course! Though..." Her blue gaze shifted, unable to look him in the eyes, stuck in a dance hold she initiated.

"What? Afraid of my dancing abilities not being up to par to those of your Grypherian kin? I assure you with studying and practiced application of scientific method I-" He began to tease, not offended in the least.

"I was actually thinking of saving all my dances for you..." She interrupted, her talons gripping his metal arm tighter subconsciously.

“Bwha-?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to be my plus one to the event.” Her face grew a deeper shade of red as she shifted her blue gaze towards the floor. She broke the hold and took a step back, looking rather self-conscious. “I wanted to practice a bit before though…”

“Your plus one?” He repeated slowly, his brilliant mind uncharacteristically processing the info slowly. Was there something on the fritz with his hardwiring?

“My date!” Mhairi blurted, her face an impossible shade of red now. “You know, because we’re…” She fidgeted a moment, touching the bell that hung around her neck. “Together.”

“Oh.”

Mhairi took a deep breath as Gibson stood there blinking bewildered, his processors whirling on overdrive to decipher what she’d said so plainly yet his mind demanded a complex explanation.

“After all the time we spent apart and finally are reunited again, I don’t really want to be apart when doing things when I’d rather…” She stopped, her heart thudding in her chest, “be doing those things with you than anyone else. I rather spend that time with you.”

“And I.” He spoke after a few moments, stepping forward and placing a hand on top of her talon that was over her bell. “I’m sorry I was just too caught up to get the hint.”

A laugh of relief escaped the Grypherian, all anxiety seeming to be washed away with those mere words. “You are one smart monkey, but I guess you can’t be perfect. I certainly am not.”

“No one is, though I like to think of us as getting better over time.” The simian smiled back at her. He then leaned forward and kissed her gently, catching her by surprise. However she relaxed and the two stood there for what seemed like forever as time stopped but only a few minutes went by, the music still in a loop.

Gibson was the one to break the kiss, but he took both Mhairi’s talons into his hands. He grinned at her still red face, something that never ceased to amuse or amaze him. She seemed less frazzled but still somewhat shy, but pleased. “So when is this dance?”

“Three days from now.”

“Three days!? Why such short notice?” He gawked, his mouth hanging open as his brain instantly began a countdown of how many hours and minutes they had.

“Because I was trying to practice ahead of time and impress you when I asked you!” Mhairi fussed, twiddling her talons bashfully, momentarily breaking Gibson’s hold. “It’s just… been taking me longer to get the courage to ask you, afraid you’d say no.”

“Now what in the universe makes you think I’d decline?”

She seemed to stall for a few moments, looking away before confessing, “Because you can’t dance.”

Awkward silence would have surely enveloped the room if not for the music playing in the background. The fact of her fear turning out to be true about Gibson’s dancing abilities despite his assurance was amusingly ironic at this point.

“Well now! We’ve got a lot of work to do until that party!” Gibson announced, smirking as he took a step forward, lightly grasping her talons once again. “Shall we dance?”

“Yes.” She smiled back, fixing her dancing position once again. The two were situated for the first steps of the song once more when she added with hesitation in her voice, “Just one more problem.”

“What is it?”

“I still have to get my dress.”

“Egad! That should have been first on the list! We have to remedy that at once!”

“Alright, but first let’s get through this dance. After all it is our first.”

“Right you are.”

“And Gibson?” “Yeah?”

“Just because you’re part robot doesn’t mean you have to dance like one.”

“Fair enough.”

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