“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.

“Quick, take my hand, it’s urgent!” (whispers-of-change)

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Carlos was taken off-guard, but he merely gave the other a contemplative frown before reaching out to comply. “Uh… alright,” he said.

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She
smiled as she watched him. No wonder he was so sweet, all that sugar.
She gave a small smirk. He just kept getting cuter. She had a sudden
desire to brush her fingers through his hair, and had to stop herself
from letting out an audible sigh. “So, do you ever drink any kind of
tea?” she asked curiously, trying to keep some kind of conversation
going.

Carlos looked at her. He then smiled apologetically and
shook his head. “No, I, uh… I don’t drink tea,” he said. “I can’t stand the
taste. I don’t really know why, I just… I don’t like it. Sometimes it’s too
earthy for me, or too bitter and even sugar doesn’t really help. There was this
one time where I was sick and My dad gave me this tea that tasted like I was
drinking a spearmint gum wrapper.”

She smiled back at him. “It’s okay. Honestly, some people just don’t like tea. There’s a whole host of reasons. Everything from not having it prepared correctly, to not finding the right kind of blends to suit their palate, to just… not being in favor of it. I’m not upset. You’re allowed to have your preferences.”

Huh. Carlos had thought… well, he didn’t exactly think she’d be outright offended, but he thought she’d be a bit
more upset at it. Or disappointed. But she seemed to be understanding. Which
was great, actually.

“Um, thank you,” he said and he offered her another smile.

“No problem,” she beamed. “But if you ever change your mind and decide you wanna try to find a tea you like, let me know. If anyone in this town can find you a good blend to suit your tastes and make it for you the right way, it’s me. But I’m never gonna force you to try anything. That’d just be kinda pushy and mean, I think,” she said softly. “But… What kind of stuff do you do in your spare time?” she asked, leaning her elbows on the table. “Like… do you have any hobbies or anything you’re particularly interested in?”

Carlos smiled at her. “Yeah… um, absolutely. If I get the
inkling I’ll ask you.” He took a breath. “As for my spare time… well, I’m usually
busy so often with science. But when I get the chance… I like to watch westerns
on Netflix. And I like to tinker… that’s a hobby, right?”

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Laughs
a bit and let’s him go and kisses him again. “Oh I’m not gonna make ya
do something that makes ya uncomfortable. I’m not a savage hehe.”
Nuzzles at him and purrs lightly relaxing back with a content happy
sigh. “Love ya to much ya hurt ya.”

Carlos smiled slightly. He leaned against Yondu and shut his
eyes, deciding to go back to relaxing before the boys had showed up and things
got… heavy.

“You’re kind of sweet,” he told Yondu. “Only to certain
people, but you’re sweet. I’m not sure what made you decide that I’m one of the
people you wanted to be sweet on.”

“Hmmmm I dunno. The primal side of me says you smell good. Like yer meant for me by scent. But then just how you are… I can’t find a damn thing I do t like about ya.”

Carlos lifted his head to give him a slightly skeptical
look. “Not a single thing?” he asked.
“Not my eating too loudly, or my big nose, or my relative naivety regarding
space customs that I still can’t get a hold of?”

“You eat loudly and I eat like a rabid animal. And I don’t think your nose is big. I’ve seen waaay bigger on another species. And you’ll learn. Besides it’s kinda cute and humorous.”

Carlos laughed. “Well, thanks for comparing me to species
other than humans,” he joked. “Are you just taking care of my naivety? You like
taking care of the little guy or something?”

Chuckles lightly. “To be honest. If I had to be the big spoon or the little… I prefer the little. Mostly during mating season to be honest.”

“I didn’t mean literally,” Carlos said. “I’m just saying
that you adopted Kraglin and Peter and you’re helping Tullk with Half-Nut… Of
course I wouldn’t point it out in front of the rest of the crew, but you have a
tenancy, Yondu.” Carlos smiled at him.

“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.

(( I’m not good at writig starters yet but I’m working on it 🙂

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?”

“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.

(( I’m not good at writig starters yet but I’m working on it 🙂

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?”

“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.

(( I’m not good at writig starters yet but I’m working on it 🙂

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?”

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“Apps.” He shivered in disgust that this town had evolved to the latest technology. It was horrid that he would have to resort to using a …a smartphone. The feeling dissipated as Carlos went on about Nightcrawler. “Oh, they’re the same person Kurt Wagner is Nightcrawler….you know like a superhero with a secret identity. I’m a superhero you know. Just probably one of the few with no secret identity.” He sighed at that with slight regret that he did not come up with an alias at some point during his career. Something cool like….The Wiz….yeah…that sound hip right? Stephen followed the scientist into the room and looked around. “Yes, this should be big enough. 3 feet in diameter is the perfect size for a circle.”

Carlos went to the small alter he had in his apartment and
gathered up the bloodstones that were arranged in a sort of semi-circle. He
carried them back for the Doctor. “Where do you want to do this? In the middle of
the floor? If so, do it on the tile – I’d rather not try to get burn marks out
of the carpet.” He looked at the little Bamf and smiled kindly at it.

“Yes, that is the best spot.” Stephen took the rest of the bloodstones to complete the circle. “The tile is better for me as well because….” A chalkboard filled with science was on the wall which he grabbed a piece of chalk and began to draw a circle that showed similarity to a mandala on the floor. “…of this.” The doctor put the bamf on Carlos’s shoulders and stepped in the circle and downloaded the bloodstone app as a basic guide. Once open, he thumbed through trying to find a chant to what he needed and hummed on how he could mix it with his own magic, that is if the bloodstones would even like that. “Microwaves….sacrifices
…ah! Dimensional travel…”

Carlos grinned at the critter and reached up to gently
scratch at the fur on its chest. “Hello there – oh, you’re so cute,” he cooed.
He looked at the circle on the floor and whistled lowly. “How alchemic,” he
commented. “And you just did that all free-hand… that’s amazing! The most I can
do is conceptual drafting, and even then I have to spend a lot of time on it.”

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Carlos smiled. “I’m trying to keep it a surprise,” he
admitted as he put in the second container. Enough for two people. “But you’ll
like it, I promise. I know for a fact that you will.”

“A surprise it is, then. I’ll stay over here until you’re done.” Picking up his glass, Hancock settled back into the couch and sipped at his drink, idly leafing through the book he’d been reading.

Carlos sighed. He barely had the chance to try to be sneaky.
Oh well – in the end Hancock would still be surprised.

As Carlos cooked/warmed up the food he thought about the
other present he had – it was in his workshop. Or… an area in the warehouse
that he deemed to be his work area. He’d have to run out and get it after
dinner. Damn – he wished he had a little bit of foresight.

Carlos paid close attention to the noodles, stirring
constantly so that none of it got stuck to the pot. Eventually, steam was
coming up out of the pot and after a test with his finger Carlos thought it was
warm enough without risk of overcooking. He quickly shut off the element and
covered the pot before he went in search of a serving spoon and some
chopsticks.

“Hey, Han – where did you put the utensils?” Carlos called
as he started opening drawers and cabinets.

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Carlos smiled awkwardly. “Well, I get sleepy with booze. And
honestly I’d rather be awake. Some juice or something would be nice… but if we
just have the Nuka that’s fine.” He unwrapped the package and opened the first
container of noodles, quickly dumping them into the pot before Hancock could
see it. He hoped he didn’t see it… and he hoped Hancock couldn’t smell it
either.

“Cute. I’ll keep that in mind.” Hancock grabbed a bottle of rum for himself and carried it back to the table then headed to the fridge for a couple bottles, one Nuka and some juice for Carlos and busied himself mixing the soda and rum in his own glass and filling a second with just juice. “So, what are we having, anyway? Or is that a surprise?”

Carlos smiled. “I’m trying to keep it a surprise,” he
admitted as he put in the second container. Enough for two people. “But you’ll
like it, I promise. I know for a fact that you will.”

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“Definitely better
than Sugar Bombs,” Carlos assured him. Carlos took the pot with a grateful nod
and leaned in to press a kiss to Hancock’s mouth. He grinned and turned on the
heating element. “Do you wanna pick something to drink with it? Something nice?”
he suggested.

“Something nice, huh? I know what I want, but I doubt it’s whiskey you were thinkin’ of.” With another quick peck to the lips, Hancock pulled away again and crossed the room to his liquor cabinet to look through what he had. “Are you interested in some wine or a mixed drink, maybe? Or would you rather just some Nuka-Cola?”

Carlos smiled awkwardly. “Well, I get sleepy with booze. And
honestly I’d rather be awake. Some juice or something would be nice… but if we
just have the Nuka that’s fine.” He unwrapped the package and opened the first
container of noodles, quickly dumping them into the pot before Hancock could
see it. He hoped he didn’t see it… and he hoped Hancock couldn’t smell it
either.