Frienemies-Besties

Idea from @mrmustachious ! Here's the reference Pic!

Person B: “I suppose I just finally saw, the error of my ways.”

Person A: “…. It was (Person C) wasn’t it?”

Person B = Fuse

Which Tracy Bro is taking Fuse on a tour of Tracy Island?

Scott is left out because he is reserved for a different activity! 💙

Options are :

John 🧡

Virgil 💚

Gordon 💛

Alan ❤️

Any help/thoughts appreciated, boy with most votes wins the potentially awkward encounter! While this post is still up feel free to contribute! I’ll count up and delete later on/tomorrow morning! 💗

Chapter 2: Keep Talking

The comm had chimed a little after lunch, Fuse wondering if he should ignore the call, but something in his gut told him it was important.

When it was Gordon, it was always important.

A bomb needed defusing and there was no one else available to help. Not even his big-brained brother in space could tear himself away from his own rescue situation.

There was something to be said about having a purpose and it was true now as Fuse grabbed the handbook needed for such a complicated device. So, with a wireless mic in his ear to prevent Havoc from overhearing, they got to work.

Chapter 1

Summary:

Set in the Enemy Mine universe, Gordon, Fuse and the rest of their families have to figure out how their friendship is going to work... or not work. It's all a bit complicated.

OooooooooooOOOoooooooooO

"Man, you and hugs," the larger figure laughed as he attempted to extract himself from the blonde.

"It's been a year," Gordon reasoned into Fuse's chest before the demolitions expert returned a crushing embrace. The groan from the aquanaut sent another chuckle from the larger man.

With some reluctance, Gordon detached and Fuse was able to get a better look at his friend. It really had been a whole year and the time had treated the iR operative well, the physical damage done by his old employer long since faded. His own issues had healed, though an occasional nightmare would leave him up at the early hours of the morning, drowning them out with a bowl of cereal and images of reporters filming international rescue's latest mission.

"It has," a toothy grin as they made their way into the restaurant they'd decided on. "Seems you've had a busy one."

PB&J, Enemies to Best Friends!

“Injured? No, it’s a… a…” The villain couldn’t breathe. 

A panic attack. They hated the sight of blood.