“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.

Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.

“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”

Max looked up, staring straight forward towards spooky island. “I hate them.” His voice was cold and shakey, he still had tears in his eyes.

Carlos was a little surprised Max went on. “Who… or, I
mean, what is ‘them’, Max?” he asked the boy.

His own voice sounded really
strange next to Max’s emotion-filled one. To Carlos, it almost sounded condescending,
which wasn’t what he was going for at all—he wanted to sound open and
comforting. He desperately hoped it wasn’t annoying Max.

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

Max shook his head and pulled his knees to his chest. “I hate it..” was all he could get out, resting his head in his knees.

Having nightmares? Or talking about them? Carlos wasn’t
sure.

“I’m sure you do, Max,” Carlos said gently. “I’m sorry.”

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Yondu
hums. “Yes and no. I have a soft spot for cute things and people if
call family. Halfnut and Tullk have been with me for quite a while. Same
as Oblo. He’s loyal as hell. Dumb as a rock but loyal.”

Carlos chuckled softly. “Really? Oblo? I guess that explains
why he’s here. No offense meant, but he is the sort who needs someone looking
after him, especially in this line of work I think.”

“He’s good people…. listens. So long as he gets paid and no one hurts who he cares about or makes fun of his low iq he’s good. May even share those sugar dusted cookies he loves so much. Spends all his extra credits on those things at every damn port…”

“Awe, that’s cute,” Carlos said with a smile. “Uh, don’t
tell him I said that either. I don’t want the guys picking on him more… or me,
for that matter.”

“Yeah.. he’s pink.. like pink pink… so the Harrass him about it… he goes to his group of good people and the others leave him alone. He likes you because your nice to him. And…” hears a yelling fight go on down bellow and sees some crew fighting with Tullk. Another fighting half who was doing a puss poor attempt to fight back.

Carlos turned to look down as well, trying to accidentally
catch a glimpse of Yondu’s ass (while Yondu might have been okay with it,
Carlos wasn’t quite ready for it).

“Oh my god… what’s going on now?” he asked, mild distress in
his voice. This was supposed to be a nice mini vacation, not a rumble.

Yondu growls agreeing and stands not at all bothered by his nudity and gives Carlos a nice full moon as he whistles killing the crew attacking Tullk and half who sputters as he surfaces coughing. “The fuck is going on here?!!!!”

Carlos yelped softly and put a hand up to shield his line of
vision. He looked down into the water he was sitting in, waiting until Yondu
either left to deal with the mess himself or sorted it out and sat back down.

“Just changin’ some opinions, Captain!” Tullk shouted out. “Respectfully
speakin’!”

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Yondu
hums. “Yes and no. I have a soft spot for cute things and people if
call family. Halfnut and Tullk have been with me for quite a while. Same
as Oblo. He’s loyal as hell. Dumb as a rock but loyal.”

Carlos chuckled softly. “Really? Oblo? I guess that explains
why he’s here. No offense meant, but he is the sort who needs someone looking
after him, especially in this line of work I think.”

“He’s good people…. listens. So long as he gets paid and no one hurts who he cares about or makes fun of his low iq he’s good. May even share those sugar dusted cookies he loves so much. Spends all his extra credits on those things at every damn port…”

“Awe, that’s cute,” Carlos said with a smile. “Uh, don’t
tell him I said that either. I don’t want the guys picking on him more… or me,
for that matter.”

“Yeah.. he’s pink.. like pink pink… so the Harrass him about it… he goes to his group of good people and the others leave him alone. He likes you because your nice to him. And…” hears a yelling fight go on down bellow and sees some crew fighting with Tullk. Another fighting half who was doing a puss poor attempt to fight back.

Carlos turned to look down as well, trying to accidentally
catch a glimpse of Yondu’s ass (while Yondu might have been okay with it,
Carlos wasn’t quite ready for it).

“Oh my god… what’s going on now?” he asked, mild distress in
his voice. This was supposed to be a nice mini vacation, not a rumble.

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And just like that, the moment was quickly going. And Carlos
could see that the night was going to be awkward if he didn’t do something.

“Um… hey, Han? I think I’d like to give it a try.” Carlos
looked at Hancock and smiled at him. “I mean… you just said it would be nice so…
if you’d like to, I’d like to try it.” It did sound nice… sitting in warm water
cuddled up against Hancock. He wondered how they’d be able to maneuver to get
any washing done, but he supposed there would be a way.

“Are–– you’re sure?” Where the ghoul was normally cool and confident in situations like this, his uncertainty was beginning to show. Committed relationships…. weren’t something Hancock was familiar with and he was more than a little paranoid about scaring Carlos. “You uh…. you’re not just sayin’ you’re interested to make me happy? You actually wanna do it?”

Carlos kept smiling and nodded. “Yeah… sure,” he said,
trying to sound at least a little casual and not nervous at all; or not as
nervous as he was. “Do you… wanna run and get us some towels while I look for a
fresh pair of underwear?” Carlos cringed a little at his wording – he should
have just said ‘clean clothes’.

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Yondu
hums. “Yes and no. I have a soft spot for cute things and people if
call family. Halfnut and Tullk have been with me for quite a while. Same
as Oblo. He’s loyal as hell. Dumb as a rock but loyal.”

Carlos chuckled softly. “Really? Oblo? I guess that explains
why he’s here. No offense meant, but he is the sort who needs someone looking
after him, especially in this line of work I think.”

“He’s good people…. listens. So long as he gets paid and no one hurts who he cares about or makes fun of his low iq he’s good. May even share those sugar dusted cookies he loves so much. Spends all his extra credits on those things at every damn port…”

“Awe, that’s cute,” Carlos said with a smile. “Uh, don’t
tell him I said that either. I don’t want the guys picking on him more… or me,
for that matter.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Max turned to look back into the lake, he was crying now. “I-I had a n-nightmare…”

“Oh no,” Carlos murmured. His heart clenched in sympathy. “Oh,
Max… I’m so sorry to hear that. Are… do you want to talk about it?” Was this a common thing? Did David know about it? Carlos supposed not, if he wasn’t here.

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Yondu
hums. “Yes and no. I have a soft spot for cute things and people if
call family. Halfnut and Tullk have been with me for quite a while. Same
as Oblo. He’s loyal as hell. Dumb as a rock but loyal.”

Carlos chuckled softly. “Really? Oblo? I guess that explains
why he’s here. No offense meant, but he is the sort who needs someone looking
after him, especially in this line of work I think.”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Carlos had come to the lake to take some samples and see if
he could catch a glimpse of any bioluminescent creatures in the water. He knew
there were strange things down there… he just knew it!

However, Carlos then noticed a figure sitting on the docks
nearby at the Camp Campbell side of the lake. A very small figure who shouldn’t
be anywhere near the lake at this
time of night. So Carlos gathered up his equipment and started to walk toward
the docks, his flashlight lighting his way.

“Hey!” he called to the figure as he got closer. “Hey, kiddo
– I think it’s past your bed time! What’re you doing out here?” As he got
closer he thought the figure looked familiar. The shape of the hair though was
what clued him in.

“Max? Hey, buddy, what’re you doing?”

Max’s head shot up, he thought everyone was asleep and that he was alone. “W-what? Nothing.” He wiped his eyes to a least make it seem like he wasn’t crying. “I-I’m fine.”

Carlos blinked at the kid. He hadn’t even asked how he was doing. And something didn’t really sound quite right in Max’ voice. Maybe he was tired?

“Well, what are you doing out of bed? David and Gwen don’t know that you’re here, do they?”

“D-Does it matter?”

Max wished he had rather stayed in his tent, at least then nobody else could see him like this.

Oh – there was definitely
something in Max’s voice. Something not right.

Carlos got closer and he slowly knelt down – just behind
max. “Hey… Max, is something wrong? Are you okay?”

Max shrugged, he wasn’t okay, but he wasn’t going to admit it.

Well, he didn’t say he was fine again. Carlos figured that
this was a tactic to not actually admit something was wrong. He scooted a
little closer to Max until he was right beside the kid. He sat down fully and
set his flashlight beside him, leaving it on so that the light shown out into
the water in front of them, giving it kind of an inky black, almost eldritch,
look.

“You know… you shouldn’t be so close to the water late at
night,” he told Max gently. He decided to start with a caring comment to see
how Max reacted.

Max turned away from Carlos, refusing to talk. His shoulders were noticably shaking.

Carlos looked at Max and frowned. Okay… no more pretenses. “Max,
what’s wrong? Can you tell me why you’re out here? Did something happen?”

Max shook his head. “I-it’s stupid..” he sniffled.

Carlos sighed softly. “Max… I’m sure it’s not. If it bothers
you, then it’s not stupid. You’re a strong kid. What’s going on, buddy?”

“Hush A Bye”

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Max was sitting at the dock, he knew it was late but he didn’t want to be in his tent now. He was shaking with tears running down his face, the nightmare that woke him up still lingered in the back of his mind. He hated it. “F-fuck…” was all he could muster out as he stared into the lake.

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Carlos had come to the lake to take some samples and see if
he could catch a glimpse of any bioluminescent creatures in the water. He knew
there were strange things down there… he just knew it!

However, Carlos then noticed a figure sitting on the docks
nearby at the Camp Campbell side of the lake. A very small figure who shouldn’t
be anywhere near the lake at this
time of night. So Carlos gathered up his equipment and started to walk toward
the docks, his flashlight lighting his way.

“Hey!” he called to the figure as he got closer. “Hey, kiddo
– I think it’s past your bed time! What’re you doing out here?” As he got
closer he thought the figure looked familiar. The shape of the hair though was
what clued him in.

“Max? Hey, buddy, what’re you doing?”

Max’s head shot up, he thought everyone was asleep and that he was alone. “W-what? Nothing.” He wiped his eyes to a least make it seem like he wasn’t crying. “I-I’m fine.”

Carlos blinked at the kid. He hadn’t even asked how he was doing. And something didn’t really sound quite right in Max’ voice. Maybe he was tired?

“Well, what are you doing out of bed? David and Gwen don’t know that you’re here, do they?”

“D-Does it matter?”

Max wished he had rather stayed in his tent, at least then nobody else could see him like this.

Oh – there was definitely
something in Max’s voice. Something not right.

Carlos got closer and he slowly knelt down – just behind
max. “Hey… Max, is something wrong? Are you okay?”

Max shrugged, he wasn’t okay, but he wasn’t going to admit it.

Well, he didn’t say he was fine again. Carlos figured that
this was a tactic to not actually admit something was wrong. He scooted a
little closer to Max until he was right beside the kid. He sat down fully and
set his flashlight beside him, leaving it on so that the light shown out into
the water in front of them, giving it kind of an inky black, almost eldritch,
look.

“You know… you shouldn’t be so close to the water late at
night,” he told Max gently. He decided to start with a caring comment to see
how Max reacted.

Max turned away from Carlos, refusing to talk. His shoulders were noticably shaking.

Carlos looked at Max and frowned. Okay… no more pretenses. “Max,
what’s wrong? Can you tell me why you’re out here? Did something happen?”