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ECHO

Echo is very calm, collected, and rarely expresses her emotions at first, but after traveling with the Hyper Force and Mhairi she becomes more expressive and embraces her emotions. She is still considered a child amongst her people and is still mastering her psychic powers.

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Notes: So, guess who got @pumpkinachai​ for SRMTHFG Secret Santa??? :PYou said you wanted fic or art for your OCs and I adore Gibson/Mhairi, so here you go!! I went through like. Four different ideas before I settled on this one, which is why my gift ended up being late.

Pairing: Mhairi/Gibson Word Count: 523 Rating: G Warnings: None! Tags: Fluff, Romance Summary: New years, new beginnings... and what better place to begin then directly at the start?

Tradition

It’s New Year’s Eve, and there’s a party at the Super Robot. It’s more or less a small thing—all of their immediate friends and family, people (monkeys, robots, and aliens) who have been there through some pretty tough times.

Mhairi’s escaped to the Robot’s shoulder, happy to see all of her closest friends mingling about but… not particularly eager for the stroke of midnight.

Apparently, on Shuggazoom, it was traditional to kiss at the stroke of midnight—a sign that you would be together in the coming year. It was sweet, it really was, but…

Well.

She still hadn’t quite worked up the courage to confess to Gibson yet, and she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of all the other couples. Besides, the annual Shuggazoomian fireworks show would be a much more pleasant view.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door.

She turned, and her heart caught on her ribs.

Gibson.

(Of course it was Gibson. Why wouldn’t it be?)

“Mhairi.” He smiled at her. “Were you feeling overwhelmed as well?”

Mhairi was flushing; she just knew it. But she made herself smile back. “A bit, yeah. Our circle of friends has gotten so large!”

“It has.” Gibson nodded.

It was probably even stranger for him, and the other monkey team members. After all, they remembered a time before even Chiro.

“It’s nice, though,” he said.

Mhairi smiled. “But overwhelming.”

Gibson laughed. “Yes.”

Mhairi looked back out over the city. It wouldn’t be long now before the fireworks went off, the new year officially come to Shuggazoom. New year, new possibilities—a phrase she had seen often over the last few days.

Gibson cleared his throat lightly. When she turned to look at him, she found him impossibly closer. (No; not impossibly. But he was in her personal space, and whatwasshesupposedtodo?). “Say, Mhairi… did you hear about the, ah, Shuggazoomian tradition, today?”

Mhairi’s heart was doing somersaults. “Which one?” It barely came out as a squeak, but Gibson didn’t appear to notice; his tail flicking behind him as he nudged a bit closer. They were almost touching now.

His eyes flickered to her beak. “The, ah…” He wet his lips. “The New Year’s kiss.”

“I might’ve, um. Yes.” She nodded, maybe a bit too hard. “Yes.” It felt like she couldn’t breathe. Not even new discovery made her this keyed up.

“Ah. That’s. Good. Yes. Good. Wouldn’t want you to, ah. Miss out on any… any Shuggazoomian traditions, would we?”

Mhairi shook her head. “No. No.”

Gibson swallowed. The clock was ticking down. The sounds and the bright lights of the city had faded away, and all she could see was blue.

It was a lovely color, blue.

And then Gibson’s mouth was on her beak, and there were literal fireworks overhead and—

—

—

He pulled back, just as flushed and shaky as she was, and it was dizzying.

They would have to talk, later—but he had just kissed her on the New Year. That meant something. (Maybe everything.)

“Happy New Year, Mhairi.”

She couldn’t help but touch her beak and grin widely. “Happy New Year, Gibson.”

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