Kid plot - OTA - Aggie on break

[agathaheterodyne]

Agatha had been trying to help out in the sick bay, trying to find a cure, but apparently they decided she had been working too hard. Or maybe Trance had been close to knocking her out again and they had noticed that. She wasn't sure. All she knew was that her break was not optional.

But... they never told her she had to sleep. Just that she had to leave the Sick Bay for a while. She didn't feel like going to the lounge though, so...

She found herself a seemingly empty corridor and started to work on something. It was challenging, since there was no replicator there, so she had to rely on her dingbots to bring her parts... but... the challenge was part of what made it fun!

So little Aggie was sitting splay legged in a hallway, building a miniature death ray, something small enough for little kid her to use.

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[morphitudinous]

"Then she's wrong," Billy argues simply, crossing his arms. "It may be a helpful motivator, but there are other ways. You might just have to tailor it to the person you're training...you, for example, can likely be motivated with new tools and projects."

Right? He's getting this down.

[agathaheterodyne]

"You'll... give me new tools... if I exercise with you? And you wont hit me?"

[morphitudinous]

"I promise. On both counts," he smiled at her. He just...wouldn't promise any particular tools---if she wants another five death rays, she'll have to build them herself.

[agathaheterodyne]

"DEAL!" She said happily. "Then I can tell Zeetha I was training, so maybe she'll hit me less, AND I get new tools!"

She clambered to her feet and hugged him. It's some how less embarrassing and more endearing when she is a child, is it not? And yet... still so very much Agatha.

[morphitudinous]

Billy returned the gesture, feeling gratified, and...strangely, a little light-headed. Something was definitely stirring inside him.

"I'm sorry, Aggie---I'll teach you later, I promise, but I might need to lie down for a little while."

[agathaheterodyne]

She blinked rapidly. "Are you not feeling well?" she asked, instantly concerned, which cut through the kiddyness of her change.

[morphitudinous]

"I'm not," he confirmed. "Something's buzzing in my head, it's...making it hard to think."

He slumped against the wall, pulling off his glasses to bury his face in his hands.

[agathaheterodyne]

"Oh! I get that sometimes! I learned that when the noises start buzzing in your head, making it hard to think, you just make this noise and all the other noises go away!" That said, she clapped her hands together and started Heterodyning.

[morphitudinous]

No matter the age, she was still her. "I don't think I can do that," Billy shook his head. "I'm still ordinary."

Relatively ordinary, anyway.

[agathaheterodyne]

She looked as though he had struck her. Or worse. Just a horrified, sick look on her face.

She swallowed hard several times, unable to speak.

[morphitudinous]

"Aggie?"

Billy fought down that headache to sit a little closer to her, looking very worried. "What's wrong?"

[agathaheterodyne]

She put her hands over her face. A million memories, a million small moments flooded into her. She swallowed hard.

"Lars," she whispered, shoulders shaking.

[morphitudinous]

Billy clenched a fist. In this case, he'd probably better not get too close, but she needed someone here, didn't she?

"Lars? Is that someone you know?" he asked gently.

[agathaheterodyne]

She closed her eyes tightly, tears spilling between her fingers.

"Knew..." she whispered. "Before I knew how to bring people back..."

[morphitudinous]

"He's a friend who died," Billy realized, suddenly feeling horrible. He pulled his knees up and sat.

"I didn't hear about him before. I'm sorry. Is there...anything I can do?"

He's the most useless with questions.

[agathaheterodyne]

Her eyes snapped open, and she got to her feet and stalked over, all three foot of her. she grabbed his shirt and shook him, which some how managed to be both adorable and terrifying at the same time.

"You are not ordinary! You can do anything, be anything you want! You have chance with ANYONE! YOU ARE NOT ORDINARY!" she scolded him.

[morphitudinous]

That was a jolt to the system. He braced himself against the wall, trying to keep from smacking his head again. Wouldn't help the headache any. But one thing about her little rant stuck out.

"What do you mean 'have a chance with'?"

[agathaheterodyne]

She blinked, realized what she said as her eyes widened. She let go of him, turned, grabbed what she had of the deathray and fled, horrified at herself.

[morphitudinous]

"Aggie!" Billy called after her, struggling to his feet. Whatever was affecting him seemed to worsen, so there was no way he'd catch her, but...

...this could be bad, he thought as he moved. He'd really screwed it up this time.

[agathaheterodyne]

She kept running, sprinting down the halls as fast as her little legs could carry her, tears on her face.

[morphitudinous]

"I'm sorry! Can we talk about this?" he called after her, forcing himself to push on. He'd really be wiped by the end of this..and about three feet shorter, but still.

[agathaheterodyne]

She fled into her room and closed and locked the door, racing for the bed, and climbing under it. She wanted her uncle. She wanted Lilith and Adam. She wanted... wanted to have never watched anyone she loved die. She wanted to have never lost anyone.

And she wanted to not lose Billy...