Title: Understanding (alternatively, The Five Problems of Operation Overdrive)
Disclaimer: Do not own. Am making it up as I go along.
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a fluffy piece. (But no matter whether it's fluffy or angsty, there still manages to be slash. My mind boggles itself, sometimes.) Written in like, an hour. For some reason that's how most of my work is coming out, these days. Based vaguely after "Things Not Said".
Tyzonn spends a lot of time watching his team. They’re very different. From him, each other…his old team. There are many things he learns, both about them and Earth culture. Sometimes he thinks he needs someone to talk to, not because he can’t talk to the Rangers but just because he has so much information in his head and he’ll explode if he doesn’t talk to someone impartial about the way Dax plays a movie and doesn’t watch it, or Rose locks herself in her room, or how Ronny can sometimes shut down and just stare at the wall for hours, or Will relentlessly trains, or how Mack tests himself.
It’s enough to make him want to go to Spencer or Mr Hartford. But he doesn’t. Because Spencer’s good for dispensing advice, and Mr Hartford knows everything there is to know about technology, but when it comes to just listening Tyzonn doesn’t think either would understand what he means by any simple spoken words.
They wouldn’t understand just what he sees when Dax plays a movie in the DVD player and then curls up into the couch and doesn’t look at the screen. Never a romantic movie. The one time the Rangers played a romantic movie Dax hastily excused himself from the room – Tyzonn followed quickly thereafter, when the female lead looked too much like Vella for his wellbeing. He found Dax outside, and they shared a sad smile. He didn’t know then about Miratrix, and Dax didn’t know about Vella, but in that moment they didn’t need details. It was enough for Dax that someone had noticed, and it was enough for Tyzonn to know he wasn’t alone. He knew how he is compelled to play the comic relief; give the others something to laugh at when they feel like crying. Tyzonn wonders when exactly Dax lets himself cry.
They wouldn’t understand the concern he feels when Rose locks herself up with her books. When she disappears late at night with three thick tomes and turns up for breakfast with dark circles under her eyes and a disappointed look – she feels that a sleepless night is well spent over the chance that she finds a clue to the next jewel, but when nothing turns up it just adds up to three weeks of tiredness and frustration. When she’s looked at for some obscure fact he doesn’t think that she resents the attention, but she doesn’t welcome it anymore either. When Mr Hartford mentions a legend everyone assumes that Rose will have already spent weeks studying it. Tyzonn doesn’t blame them. He does it himself. But when everyone else is bringing up obscure myths he comes to her with questions about what is normal – should he be wearing anything special? Is it ice cream that is eaten with a fork? The small slim things in the bathroom cabinets, the ‘razors’, how are they be used? Should they be used? He knows Rose loves giving answers, but he sometimes wonders if she wants to ask a question herself.
They wouldn’t understand that he knows exactly what Ronny puts herself through. After every battle as the opportunity arises she will plant herself on the sofa and stare out the window, or at Mack’s climbing wall, and she will lose herself until Spencer calls for dinner or offers everyone muffins. He did it too many times to count after losing his team, and he knows that a few hours of blissful numbness helped him then. He hopes it helps Ronny, so when he sees her lost in her own world he sits across from her and stands guard, so she doesn’t have to.
They wouldn’t understand Will spending most of his waking time in the workout room, punching the bag until the gloves lose their shine and ends of his cornrows curl from sweat. Will’s relentless cockiness in his espionage work is at odds with the self-conscious way he stares into the mirror as he practices kicks. The delicate work Tyzonn has seen him do with small instruments doesn’t lend itself well to physical battles, and Will knows it. When Will gets knocked down in a fight, Tyzonn knows he’s mentally tallying up extra hours to be spent training. So when Will starts waking up early to beat the foam out of the punching bag, Tyzonn makes sure he wakes early as well. He’ll hold the bag steady for as long as it takes Will to be as inwardly confident in his fighting as he shows outwardly.
They wouldn’t understand Mack pricking himself to see if blood comes out. Tyzonn manages to be the first one on the scene when Mack quite deliberately cuts across the pad of his finger. He sees the emotion in Mack’s face when something red wells up, and he walks across the room, takes the knife away and offers Mack a dishcloth, not saying a word. It’s what he tries to do when Mack takes over from Will in the gym, when he puts as much weight on the machines as he can and tries to lift them until the skin of his face turns red. When he runs until clear liquid pours down his face, and stares at spices and sniffs pepper until he sneezes. When Tyzonn grabs his hand Mack stares at it like he’s never seen it before, turns them over and compares the lines on their palms. As Tyzonn traces the longest line Mack gets a strange expression on his face and intertwines their fingers. When Mack discovers he’s closer to human than a lot of people Tyzonn’s ever met, Tyzonn will be there for it to go further.
The five people closest to Tyzonn have their own problems. And while they deal with them, Tyzonn will be there. When they are all finished, maybe he could deal with his own.
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