#mechbae

I loved that scene nd wanted more of it so I added a little kissie before mechaman chops off his fingers xD💛

This + steam engine?

(suggestive under cut, shocker I know)

There was no time for Bae to react. One moment the man was there, the next the world was flashing rapid fire. He squoze his eyes shut. It was way more intense than any strobe light he had ever seen. The world seemed to scream around him.

He buried his eyes into the ditch of his elbow. It helped block out the extreme light flashing. Last thing he needed was a migraine from flashing lights, not that day. He had plans for after work, so this had to wrap up quick.

He had thrown fire out, trying to burn the fucker that had been fighting him. He had moved forward to try to lash out, feeling nothing. He marched forward and still found nothing.

He peeked over his arm, the sky was dark, spotted with the rare silvery star that made it's way through the light pollution. He looked around, there was no one else around him. The world had stopped screaming as well.

He blinked as he walked, and really looked around. Was he still in Torrance? Most things looked so different, but some looked the same.

A cold drop hit his stomach. Had be been moved to a different universe? He'd heard of that happening a few times; SDN protocol stated to go to the nearest location, if applicable, and explain the situation.

First thing though, he tested his ear piece, "Hey Bobbitch, shit went sideways, you there?"

Only the sound of the late traffic greeted his ears.He shook his head, SDN it was... Hopefully.

The two story building stood much larger. There were more floors, and the whole building was active still. He spotted the landing zone and touched down.

He placed his thumb on the reader and it bonked twice. Right, different place. He flew down to the main entrance and stepped inside.

It was just as classic and timeless as he remembered. Warm wood panels with cream and brass accents. Things were different too, the desk was accented in bright golden lights, the old clunky computer was a more slick, holo version.

"How can I help you?" the nasally creature behind the desk asked him as their appendages worked what could be a keyboard.

"I am Flambae, and I think I was sent to this universe?" he was confused and had a mild ache behind his eyes from the flashing lights.

The creature stopped moving and looked him over, "Please have a seat, I'll have the director come down." their voice was rapid and much more energized. Bae hoped to FUCK he wasn't some notorious villain here, that would make shit so complicated.

He sat down on the cream colored couch and just took in this SDN. The walls had posters of various heroes with SDN promises. One stood out immediately. A dark skinned woman with deep teal lips, two toned hair, and an assortment of laugh lines etched into her face.

He knew Alice's face anywhere. It seemed this version of her was older, much happier than his. Her confidence had always been there, she had presence, but his woman had happiness that lit up her face. His heart ached for his own bestie, she deserved to have that too.

He was pulled from his thoughts when a familiar voice called his name, "Bae?". The bass rocked his ears. He turned his head to Robert's voice.

The man was still below six foot tall. His body was thicker with muscle and a small layer of fat. His face was Robert all the way through, the freckles, the mahogany eyes, the chipped ear. There was a short beard, blended into his combed over auburn and gray tresses. Wrinkles creased his eyes and forehead, not deeply, but enough that they were there when he wasn't emoting.

Flambae stood up to greet this Robert, ready to shake hands, try to make nice with this version. What he didn't expect was Robert to throw his arms around him early collapsing. Bae was quick to catch the smaller man, holding him up under his arms.

The smaller man pushed back a little and reached for his face, full confidence that Bae wouldn't drop him. The cooler hands traced the cheeks and jaw, earthen brown eyes filled with tears bore into the golden orbs. Bae simply waited for the assessment to end, "It's really you." a tear fell.

Bae didn't know what to do with this man, and set him down gently, making sure that his cane didn't just slide away, "a version of me, I guess." Bae shrugged.

Robert shook his head and motioned for him to follow. Bae walked next to the man into the main building, down the left hall, and through what looked like their bullpen. Dispatchers and heroes that had been talking and shuffling about stopped, stared, and whispered.

Robert opened the door to a corner office, his windows to the bullpen area were closed off with white panel blinds. The office was decorated in silvers, and bright blues, with a few tasteful pops of red-orange and yellow. The chairs were black, round body seats with plush midback support.

The desk was glass and steel with white lines holo-screens. Through the glass he could spy a small black and brown furred body curled on a small pillow. A small chihuahua pup with a bright pink collar. Definitely not Beef.

Robert set himself behind the desk in his own plush black chair. He remained quiet as he looked over the hot headed hero. Bae felt a little awkward. He had no clue what circumstances he was shoved into, and his head was still hurting.

Robert folded his hands on the desk, "I was wondering how long he hit you for." his voice was hushed in the quiet hum of the office. The bass was softened with age and emotion.

Bae blinked a bit like an owl. His singular intelligence point was working overtime to catch up on that single statement, "How long?"

"Yeah, twenty years, four months, 1 week, two days, and," brown eyes flicked to his screen, "around eleven hours."

Twenty /years/. His stomach clenched tight and his breathing increased. He wasn't in a different universe. He was home. He was twenty years out from everything he knew, but it was home. His hands trembled without his permission and his brain felt a bit foggy. Somewhere he heard Robert's voice calling out, "Zahir. Zahir! Hey, focus on my voice, come on, deep breaths. Come on, that's right, just like that."

Robert was seated next to him, one hand holding his, the other holding his face. He tried to wipe the steam from his eyes, completely ineffective against the gaseous water. He'd lost so much time, he'd missed his niece growing up, missed his friends lives, he even missed-

"I missed our date..." Zahir felt so... Almost numb in his limbs, hollow in his chest, and overcrowded in his head. Half an hour ago he was clearing out some henchmen, thinking about how he was taking his boyfriend to dinner. He had made big plans for tonight... That night, 20 years ago.

Robert shushed him and rubbed his thumb along the sharp cheek bone, "You didn't miss it on purpose, you were made into a temporary temporal singularity."

Bae felt himself relax into the touch. This was still his Robert; the brown eyes that seemed to swallow him, and held his gaze were the same ones he had looked into as he promised to be back for their dinner date. He wanted to close his eyes, open them, and this all be a weird dream.

Unfortunately, when he did, the scene hadn't changed. Robert chuckled at him, probably knew what he was doing, like he usually did.. Had... Ugh it was so confusing!

"How about," Robert started off softly, "we go get some food, there's a few good 24 hour places around here, and we eat, go home, rest, and tomorrow morning I will catch you up. Sound good?"

flambae and robert meeting far before their later collisions...