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[#237] clock repair (Lego: Ninjago)
Theme Prompt: #237 – Hangover
Title: clock repair
Fandom: Lego: Ninjago (Masters of Spinjitzu)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (one solitary swear word), tangential spoilers for Tick Tock(Episode 7 of S1).
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 998
Summary: After unlocking his True Potential, Zane wakes up and talks a little with Cole. (Glaciershipping if you squint super hard, can be read as platonic.)
--
He recalls the bitter cold winter breeze. The falling snow, disturbed by the Treehorns and his brothers - his fellow Ninja.
“You will not hurt my friends. There is nothing that will hold me back. I know who I am!”
Surging love is what he remembers. His family - the ones that found him- the whole of them stand together behind him, and he remembers becoming the winter, and the snow, facing down the Treehorn queen. He recalls freezing her solid, and that’s where his memory currently ends.
–
Zane blinks awake, feeling strangely cold still, despite currently being in his bunk-style futon. Aside from feeling terribly freezing, he feels somewhat like he’s malfunctioning, and he frowns while attempting to use his trembling arms to sit up.
There’s a slight dizzy feeling that lingers at the sides of his head, close to his eyes, and Zane leans on the edge of his futon. He braves a quick glance with his dark blue optics.
Zane notes he’s alone - possibly left to rest, given what he can remember. The long journey following his childhood friend, the falcon. Re-discovering his father’s lab, and discovering he is not a human, only a Nindroid, as Cole referred to him. The circuit-deep grief at remembering the death of said father of his.
A tear rolls down his cheek once he reviews these files.. yet, Zane tiredly figures he has to get up and make dinner, at some point. Not wanting to expose his cold self to the bare air for long, he tiredly slips on one of Cole’s things, a hanten he remembers having handmade for Cole as a welcome gift to the monastery. It is a deep black color, going well with the dark gray stripes of Zane’s nemaki, his preferred sleepwear compared to his fellow ninja.
…Last second, he notes something else in Cole’s section of the closet. A simple silver apron, one he has never seen. Zane slightly chuckles, vaguely wondering if this is an apology for a week ago, and he slips this on over everything else, along with his personal zori.
–
Cole grumbles under his breath whilst busy with a takeout menu, while at the steering area of Destiny’s Bounty. Nya is absent, being busy helping with an excavation at a village, while Kai and Jay are outside training. So he is understandably very surprised when he hears the feather-light steps of his fellow ninja approach the kitchen.
“..Oh, you’re awake, Zane! Glad to see you,” he says carefully. Zane looks shocked he was spotted.. and also quite shivery still, pulling whatever he has on over his arms a little tighter. Then Cole sees what it is that Zane has.. “I see you found your new apron, and my hanten from Dad. Still cold?”
“..A l-little,” Zane sighs, before looking at the apron. “Was.. I supposed to see the apron yet? It seems new..”
“Uhh..” Cole feels a strange, light embarrassment shiver through his spine. “No, you were, just.. uhh.. I didn’t get to wrap it up yet..”
Though he looks skeptical, Zane does offer a smile, nodding. “Thank you, Cole. I forgive you for that food fight.”
Cole blinks. “Yeah.. I.. never got around to apologizing for what I said about your falcon friend. That’s what I got for you to do that.”
Zane nods, but soon puts a hand to his forehead, looking pained. Cole steps over to his friend, seeing Zane’s face is wrinkled, in a sense, as if he were suffering a headache. (Maybe the ice magic’s still fucking up the servos, as he thought the last time he looked at Zane.)
“..You want to go sit in the dining room? I was going to order us pizza. Others are sick of the miso and tofu I’ve been making.” Cole tries to play this off in a cool manner. At this, though, Zane looks slightly saddened.
“I don’t.. I would rather you not.. self-criticize so much.” Zane averts his eyes, a rare event even like this, and Cole tilts his head while Zane continues speaking. “Your cooking is not as bad as our family says.”
“...Thanks,” he replies, sheepishly adjusting his hair. Zane smiles, but winces again, and Cole sighs, shaking his head. “Come on.”
The two go over to the dining room at this point, with Zane removing his apron, but keeping Cole’s hanten wrapped around himself as he sits down at his normal place. Cole takes a moment to place the pizza order he planned, and then he sits next to Zane, one seat closer than normal.
By now, Zane has pressed his head into his arms, making a mumbly noise Cole interprets to have been said in a sad tone. “You OK? Sure you don’t wanna go lie down?”
“I’m fine,” Zane starts to retort, but his voice is unsteady. Cole aims his disapproving and concerned stare at the back of Zane’s head, and the blonde looks up at Cole in defeat. “...I am not fine…”
“I’ll make sure we don’t eat your plain cheese and nori,” Cole reassures, and he stands and holds out his arm. Zane seems to take his fellow ninja’s arm shakily, but he keeps his grip while standing up.
“Many.. thanks,” Zane murmurs, settled back in bed a few minutes later. He still has Cole’s hanten, but due to that fatigue, he falls asleep before Cole can ask the man to wait for his pizza.
It is now that Cole looks back, a day earlier, to the ride back to Destiny's Bounty. Zane had dropped like a rock to the snow, the energy of his True Potential gone in a flash and leaving Birchwood Forest mostly quiet again.
Zane had tried to say something more, but he had looked to that false tree, and passed out clinging to him and Kai.
He seemed sad, in his sleep mode. But happy, too.
Cole leans by the communal restroom and grabs some medicine for Zane anyway, figuring Zane will appreciate it later.
Title: clock repair
Fandom: Lego: Ninjago (Masters of Spinjitzu)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (one solitary swear word), tangential spoilers for Tick Tock(Episode 7 of S1).
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 998
Summary: After unlocking his True Potential, Zane wakes up and talks a little with Cole. (Glaciershipping if you squint super hard, can be read as platonic.)
--
He recalls the bitter cold winter breeze. The falling snow, disturbed by the Treehorns and his brothers - his fellow Ninja.
“You will not hurt my friends. There is nothing that will hold me back. I know who I am!”
Surging love is what he remembers. His family - the ones that found him- the whole of them stand together behind him, and he remembers becoming the winter, and the snow, facing down the Treehorn queen. He recalls freezing her solid, and that’s where his memory currently ends.
–
Zane blinks awake, feeling strangely cold still, despite currently being in his bunk-style futon. Aside from feeling terribly freezing, he feels somewhat like he’s malfunctioning, and he frowns while attempting to use his trembling arms to sit up.
There’s a slight dizzy feeling that lingers at the sides of his head, close to his eyes, and Zane leans on the edge of his futon. He braves a quick glance with his dark blue optics.
Zane notes he’s alone - possibly left to rest, given what he can remember. The long journey following his childhood friend, the falcon. Re-discovering his father’s lab, and discovering he is not a human, only a Nindroid, as Cole referred to him. The circuit-deep grief at remembering the death of said father of his.
A tear rolls down his cheek once he reviews these files.. yet, Zane tiredly figures he has to get up and make dinner, at some point. Not wanting to expose his cold self to the bare air for long, he tiredly slips on one of Cole’s things, a hanten he remembers having handmade for Cole as a welcome gift to the monastery. It is a deep black color, going well with the dark gray stripes of Zane’s nemaki, his preferred sleepwear compared to his fellow ninja.
…Last second, he notes something else in Cole’s section of the closet. A simple silver apron, one he has never seen. Zane slightly chuckles, vaguely wondering if this is an apology for a week ago, and he slips this on over everything else, along with his personal zori.
–
Cole grumbles under his breath whilst busy with a takeout menu, while at the steering area of Destiny’s Bounty. Nya is absent, being busy helping with an excavation at a village, while Kai and Jay are outside training. So he is understandably very surprised when he hears the feather-light steps of his fellow ninja approach the kitchen.
“..Oh, you’re awake, Zane! Glad to see you,” he says carefully. Zane looks shocked he was spotted.. and also quite shivery still, pulling whatever he has on over his arms a little tighter. Then Cole sees what it is that Zane has.. “I see you found your new apron, and my hanten from Dad. Still cold?”
“..A l-little,” Zane sighs, before looking at the apron. “Was.. I supposed to see the apron yet? It seems new..”
“Uhh..” Cole feels a strange, light embarrassment shiver through his spine. “No, you were, just.. uhh.. I didn’t get to wrap it up yet..”
Though he looks skeptical, Zane does offer a smile, nodding. “Thank you, Cole. I forgive you for that food fight.”
Cole blinks. “Yeah.. I.. never got around to apologizing for what I said about your falcon friend. That’s what I got for you to do that.”
Zane nods, but soon puts a hand to his forehead, looking pained. Cole steps over to his friend, seeing Zane’s face is wrinkled, in a sense, as if he were suffering a headache. (Maybe the ice magic’s still fucking up the servos, as he thought the last time he looked at Zane.)
“..You want to go sit in the dining room? I was going to order us pizza. Others are sick of the miso and tofu I’ve been making.” Cole tries to play this off in a cool manner. At this, though, Zane looks slightly saddened.
“I don’t.. I would rather you not.. self-criticize so much.” Zane averts his eyes, a rare event even like this, and Cole tilts his head while Zane continues speaking. “Your cooking is not as bad as our family says.”
“...Thanks,” he replies, sheepishly adjusting his hair. Zane smiles, but winces again, and Cole sighs, shaking his head. “Come on.”
The two go over to the dining room at this point, with Zane removing his apron, but keeping Cole’s hanten wrapped around himself as he sits down at his normal place. Cole takes a moment to place the pizza order he planned, and then he sits next to Zane, one seat closer than normal.
By now, Zane has pressed his head into his arms, making a mumbly noise Cole interprets to have been said in a sad tone. “You OK? Sure you don’t wanna go lie down?”
“I’m fine,” Zane starts to retort, but his voice is unsteady. Cole aims his disapproving and concerned stare at the back of Zane’s head, and the blonde looks up at Cole in defeat. “...I am not fine…”
“I’ll make sure we don’t eat your plain cheese and nori,” Cole reassures, and he stands and holds out his arm. Zane seems to take his fellow ninja’s arm shakily, but he keeps his grip while standing up.
“Many.. thanks,” Zane murmurs, settled back in bed a few minutes later. He still has Cole’s hanten, but due to that fatigue, he falls asleep before Cole can ask the man to wait for his pizza.
It is now that Cole looks back, a day earlier, to the ride back to Destiny's Bounty. Zane had dropped like a rock to the snow, the energy of his True Potential gone in a flash and leaving Birchwood Forest mostly quiet again.
Zane had tried to say something more, but he had looked to that false tree, and passed out clinging to him and Kai.
He seemed sad, in his sleep mode. But happy, too.
Cole leans by the communal restroom and grabs some medicine for Zane anyway, figuring Zane will appreciate it later.
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