trans_9 | The Repair Job [closed]

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kaylee frye,
woody

The Repair Job [closed]

"Oh no," Woody said, feeling around the vicinity of his neck to see what'd popped there as Kaylee spirited him away. He couldn't tell how many stitches it was, but there was some fluff sticking out. Had the fabric ripped or was it just a popped seam?

"How bad is it? Is it bad?"

The doll was still trembling a little, after nearly having his head torn off. How he could tremble without muscles, who knew, but he could.

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Kaylee placed the toy on the table and set about trying to look him over. Just that was difficult enough, with little plastic fingers in the way.

"Don't fuss with it so much. Here, lemme see it," she replied, gently swatting his hand away and leaning forward.

"Don't look too bad. Nothin' can't be fixed with a needle 'n some thread." She reached back for her bag, sifting through one of the smaller pockets for some of her craft thread before giving him an unsure half-smile. "You're alright with needles, ain't ya?"

"Fella like me has to be alright with needles or else I'd be in trouble every time I got a tear," said the doll with a warm smile.

"Just makin' sure."

She pulled out a needle and spool of thread, close to the color of his bandana as she could. The hardest part of the process was pushing the stuffing that had escaped back in, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was how Simon might look at a person when he was operating on them. The thought was shaken from her head, and she set to work on stitching him back together.

There was silent wincing. It wasn't so much that it hurt--though toys could feel their own version of pain--but that it felt strange to have bits like his fluff messed with.

As she worked, he eventually stopped wincing and closed his eyes altogether, to be a little more dignified about it.

"I'm mighty grateful, by the way, for you and Allen stepping in, miss. The ship doesn't recognize me as a crew member. That horrible girl could've torn me to bits without the ship reacting."

Kaylee was careful to be as quick and clean as possible about it. She was used to working on inanimate parts, not so much on living toys. It couldn't be much more comfortable for him.

"Wouldn't have noticed myself, honestly, if Allen hadn't been there... Take it you didn't pop outta the pods, then?"

"Weapons and possessions lockers. Ship had me in a box, and something special about it kept me asleep--only the box must've gotten jostled around when people's things were moved. Next thing I know, I'm wide awake in the dark, it's open a crack and I have to bash my way out of there," Woody explained.

"Sounds like an excitin' time. Ain't sure it's much better than wakin' up naked in goop, though." Stuck in a box didn't sound much better, really.

Kaylee tied off the thread, then snipped off the extra with a pair of scissors. "All patched," she told him, looking somewhat proud. "How's it feel?"

Woody moved his arm around experimentally, and tilted his neck back and forth. The stitching held nicely.

"Well that feels good at new," he said. "Thank you for the help, miss...?"

Yep, definitely proud. "Looks pretty good from here, too. And I'm glad I could help," she promised. "Kaylee's me. Kaylee Frye."

Woody stood and with a sweeping motion plucked his hat off of the table and held it politely to his chest, giving her a gentlemanly little bow with his hat off as a sign of respect.

"Pleasure to meet'cha, Kaylee," said the toy. "The name's Woody. And from here on out, I certainly owe you one--or two, really."

"Woody? Well, it's nice to meet you, too, Woody. Don't owe me a thing, neither. Gotta help out fellow crewmates, no matter the size, right?" She packed the extra thread and needle back up, and nodded back toward the hallway.

"You got a specific place you've been stayin', then?"

"Oh, well, I'm Komali's toy, so I've been staying in his and Ms. Samus's room. At least for now, unless Bonnie--my owner from back home--wakes up or Ms. Samus throws me out." Woody put his hat on.

"Ms. Samus...doesn't like me much."

"Komali? I'm afraid I don't know Komali, but he's gotta be a good kid if you're hangin' about. And Samus... Samus has a hard time gettin' on with folks sometime. Don't think it's anythin' particular against you, just the way she is."

"Well, I hope she gets over it and doesn't split us apart. Because Komali is a great kid," said Woody. "He's got one heck of an imagination on him. And he's never had a toy before."

Woody looked around, and hopped down from the table to a bench.

"Where exactly are we? I haven't been around the whole ship yet--too much ground to cover."

"Never had a toy?" Kaylee gave Woody a small smile. "Well, if you're as good for him as I think he is for you, I don't think Samus'll be tryin' to split you apart anytime soon."

She stepped aside, allowing him a betting look of the enormous room. "Ship Bay. Anything from cars and motorcycles to space ships down here. That one's mine," she added, pointing out Serenity nearby.

"Well, I'll be..."

Wow, would you look at these things? Like in the movies and on television.

"That one, right there? That's your spaceship?"

"That's her!" Just about bursting with pride, this one. "Serenity's her name. Don't look like much, especially compared to some of the others, but she's built on love and flies better'n anythin' I've seen."

"I think she looks just fine."

Sturdy-like.

"Oh, Buzz would give up his moving parts to see all this."

Spaceships and such.

"I think she does too. Couldn't have ever asked for a better ship, let me tell ya."

Buzz is a name she hasn't heard before, though, not applied to anyone here.

"He another toy?"

"Only my best pal," Woody said cheerfully. "He's a space toy, an action figure. Buzz used to think he was a real space ranger around the beginning. Between my jealousy and his space ranger delusions that was a fun few days, until we both snapped out of it."

"Seems a lot of good friendships come out of first misunderstandin's. My crew's the same way, back home. Don't always get along, especially at first, but they're close as family now." And then she grins. "But a space toy? Bet he'd be right in Heaven around here."

At some point into the repair, Allen catches up with the two and taps Kaylee on the shoulder.

"Hey. Staff meeting tomorrow, ten-hundred hours. Can you make it?" He nods to Woody. "How's the patch job?"

Kaylee looks back over her shoulder at Allen and does her best to keep her smile from looking too shaky. "Do my best to, yeah. Engines can wait half a mornin'. Stitchin' here came out pretty good, if I may say so."

"Good, 'cause I'm gonna need witnesses if I'm gonna convince everybody else to ban whatsherface from the department. She struck me as a troublemaking type, maybe not someone who should have access to extremely dangerous machinery, you know?"

He squeezes Kaylee's shoulder, doing his best to look comforting. "Thanks for being there. That probably would have gone down worse without you."

Yep. Still holding that smile. "Y-yeah. Maybe not the engine access either."

She's grateful, though, that he's trying to be somewhat comforting, even though she's now very aware that he's got a gun somewhere on his person. That it's in Allen's possession isn't the problem, though, more of what could happen if another situation arose and things didn't go quite so smoothly. "Glad I was some kinda help. Went better than past confrontations, by far."

Try two guns. On a good day.

"Hey. Stepping in like that took guts. Don't look so glum, chum."

Did he just . . . yes he did.

"You gonna be okay?"

"Don't look so--you know what, never mind."

He'd said cornier himself.

Woody went back to looking at all the ships.

"Hey can it, calico wonder. I just saved your stuffing. That's two favors you owe me now. Friends pay each other back, right?"

What, you think he missed that just because he was pointing a gun at somebody?

"That would be why I didn't say anything," Woody pointed out.

"Nope. Doesn't count if you call it. I've still got two in the hole."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just. Shake me up a bit, s'all."

Vague answer is vague, and she'd rather focus on laughing at Woody and Allen's interactions anyhow. "Same situation, or somethin' else?"

"He's the one the talked--no, it's more like scared me into telling the crew I could talk," Woody answered. "But I've been better off for it."

Allen grins smugly at Kaylee. "I'm so smart. Tell your boss he's smart, Kaylee."

Hey, if a laugh is what she needs, Allen will play it up until he's no longer convinced that it is.

At least there's no shame in it, hm? "Got the two smartest bosses a girl could ever ask for. How's that?"

"Aww, I have to share?" his disappointment looks very real. For a minute or so. "Well, as long as it's with Billy."

"Can think of a lot worse to pair you up with than Billy, if you like..."

"Please don't. Oh, the terrible ways that could be taken out of context. Why do you do this to me, Kaylee? Now I have a frowny-face again. Look at the face." He points to his exaggerated frown. "I'm going to keep doing this until you laugh. Maybe you could throw me a bone or something?"

Kaylee grins. "We'll make sure it don't leave this room, those thoughts of pairin'." Seriously though, it's Allen. She lets out a good laugh, how could she not? "Alright, so long as you stop that frownin'. Makes me feel like I just kicked a puppy."

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