Hey. If you want to talk, I know... weirdly, almost exactly, what you're going through right now. If you want, I can fly over.
[He is a terrible human being for thinking even for a moment about how well this conversation could play for ratings in person. Continuing to talk about it in ciphertext is much more private, though, and Tim does love control of information... the difficulty, plus the fact that text is boring on television, might keep it safe. This is an ethical dilemma that would keep him up all night, so instead he leaves it to Hiro. What a friend.]
i have way too much on my mind to decipher code, we might as well make bank if we're gonna talk about it.
[Someone's on the same page. He's been thinking about this all day, about how every conversation he has with Tadashi about this is going to get them both filthy stinkin' rich. He might as well share the wealth.]
[Nine minutes and forty-nine seconds later, one of the First Breath's shuttles - which Tim has painted in red and black with gold trim, using smuggling proceeds for paint that won't burn off in re-entry - is docking, and Tim's through the airlock before the automated computer voice finishes telling him it's cycled.]
[He's just kind of waiting outside the door, watching the silent alarm (blue, for docking) going off. He has to admit, he's proud of himself, seeing it in action. And it didn't sound, just like it was supposed to. Nobody has to be woken up.
[He waits for the light to go off, meaning the airlock is ready to be accessed, and just opens the door, waiting for Tim to come through.]
[Tim is an excellent detective, but some things are eternal mysteries to him. Is this the right time to give a friend a hug? Human 'ballistics' - the movement of bodies in space - is a field he can only make stupid science puns about. He only rarely wants contact himself, so he doesn't understand the need for touch, the rhythm and timing of it. It weirds him out, and he overthinks and second-guesses.
Focus, Drake. His brother was dead, now he isn't. Think about how human beings behave at funerals and reunions. Okay. A hug is situationally appropriate. So Hiro gets a brief, awkward one.]
... Have you met Steph, yet? Not Steffa, the other blonde Steph. Or Cass?
[He kind of wasn't expecting it from Tim, but it's appreciated. He rubs the back of his neck when Tim steps away, at the very least knocked off his low by it.]
We come from a weird situation. But when my parents died, and because hers weren't around, we were both adopted by the same guy. Steph... is a friend of ours. Back home...
[He swallows.]
The last thing Steph remembers is something that almost killed her. Cass is from later in the timeline; she remembers that it did. I'm the only one who - her doctor faked it, to keep Steph safe. But as far as they know, and I can't seem to convince them otherwise, she was...
... Back home, he won't be back, though. He went in an explosion, trying to save his professor from a fire. It was... stupid. He was just trying to help...
[He swallows, nods, blinks. Yeah. He gets that, too. He could say more, but it would be making it about him, and it would sound like he was trying to play suffering Olympics, and he knows better. After the first loss, the others hurt, but in a way they don't hurt more. They all hurt the same, because when you've lost someone, there can't be anything that hurts more than that.]
The professor set the fire, though. Callaghan... He wanted to steal those microbots I told you about. He'd lost his daughter, and he wanted to get back at the guy responsible. Tadashi was an accident.
[Oh, no. No. He knows this story, knows it in his bones, has heard it a dozen times, has lived it.]
I hope...
When you found him. You left him alive?
[It comes out as three staccato, disconnected thoughts, because in his mind he's in a rooftop in Gotham, looking down at the man - the worthless, laughable man - who somehow managed to kill Jack Drake. That man was still alive, and on a bad day Tim thinks way too hard about that, and whether leaving him alive was worth it. He didn't need to. He...
He's getting better at catching when he's being self-centered, and he focused on Hiro again, waiting to hear his friend's answer.]
... Almost didn't. My friends stopped me from having him killed.
[Deeeep breath.]
When I had the chance again, I took away his power instead. [There's another pause, where he debates the merits of explaining the next part.]
Callaghan's daughter had been lost in an experiment with portal teleportation. She wasn't dead, she was inside the portal... Baymax, the robotic nurse Tadashi built, found her inside. We went in after her, and just barely got her out in time. She lived... Callaghan got to see her when the medics took her away.
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everydayhero) wrote2015-03-10 04:41 pm
text; scrambled with a fairly simple cipher but hiro still has to decode before reading
[He is a terrible human being for thinking even for a moment about how well this conversation could play for ratings in person. Continuing to talk about it in ciphertext is much more private, though, and Tim does love control of information... the difficulty, plus the fact that text is boring on television, might keep it safe. This is an ethical dilemma that would keep him up all night, so instead he leaves it to Hiro. What a friend.]
text; you are such a pain tim!!!!
[Someone's on the same page. He's been thinking about this all day, about how every conversation he has with Tadashi about this is going to get them both filthy stinkin' rich. He might as well share the wealth.]
text --> action
Ten minutes, and I'll be there.
[Nine minutes and forty-nine seconds later, one of the First Breath's shuttles - which Tim has painted in red and black with gold trim, using smuggling proceeds for paint that won't burn off in re-entry - is docking, and Tim's through the airlock before the automated computer voice finishes telling him it's cycled.]
action
[He waits for the light to go off, meaning the airlock is ready to be accessed, and just opens the door, waiting for Tim to come through.]
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[He just stands there a moment, taking a deep breath, looking at him.]
The important thing is, he's back.
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Yeah... Yeah, I know.
[Rubbing his arm a bit.]
He doesn't know, though. That he dies back home...
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Focus, Drake. His brother was dead, now he isn't. Think about how human beings behave at funerals and reunions. Okay. A hug is situationally appropriate. So Hiro gets a brief, awkward one.]
... Have you met Steph, yet? Not Steffa, the other blonde Steph. Or Cass?
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Uh, not Steph. Cass, yeah, briefly.
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Cass is my adopted sister. She's...
We come from a weird situation. But when my parents died, and because hers weren't around, we were both adopted by the same guy. Steph... is a friend of ours. Back home...
[He swallows.]
The last thing Steph remembers is something that almost killed her. Cass is from later in the timeline; she remembers that it did. I'm the only one who - her doctor faked it, to keep Steph safe. But as far as they know, and I can't seem to convince them otherwise, she was...
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[He nods, shallow.]
You had to go a long time thinking you'd never said goodbye.
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I'm really sorry, Tim.
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[Deep breath. Before that he was coming off emphatic, almost dismissive - he needed that second chance to be the part that mattered.]
... I really didn't come here to talk about me. I just wanted you to know - I've lost people, and had them come back. So you'd know... someone knows.
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... Back home, he won't be back, though. He went in an explosion, trying to save his professor from a fire. It was... stupid. He was just trying to help...
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He was a hero.
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The professor set the fire, though. Callaghan... He wanted to steal those microbots I told you about. He'd lost his daughter, and he wanted to get back at the guy responsible. Tadashi was an accident.
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I hope...
When you found him. You left him alive?
[It comes out as three staccato, disconnected thoughts, because in his mind he's in a rooftop in Gotham, looking down at the man - the worthless, laughable man - who somehow managed to kill Jack Drake. That man was still alive, and on a bad day Tim thinks way too hard about that, and whether leaving him alive was worth it. He didn't need to. He...
He's getting better at catching when he's being self-centered, and he focused on Hiro again, waiting to hear his friend's answer.]
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[Deeeep breath.]
When I had the chance again, I took away his power instead. [There's another pause, where he debates the merits of explaining the next part.]
Callaghan's daughter had been lost in an experiment with portal teleportation. She wasn't dead, she was inside the portal... Baymax, the robotic nurse Tadashi built, found her inside. We went in after her, and just barely got her out in time. She lived... Callaghan got to see her when the medics took her away.
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There were a couple times - if I hadn't had friends around -
Did I ever talk about what I did at home?
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No, you never told me.
[It's an invitation for him to tell more. He likes learning about Tim.]
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And I don't mean robotics or mechanical engineering.
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You fight crime?!
[excited whispers. Hiro, stop being a dork, you fight crime.]
obviously I went to bed and am asleep
me too we're great at this
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