Hallways and Corridors @feyglow
Ceobe/Vulcan: The Ground Beneath Me

Vulcan stumbled into her room on a crutch, a long package in her free arm.  The muted tap of the rubber cap of the crutch was just audible above the dull whoosh of the pilot light of her forge; and the intermittent snoring of her would be roommate.

Ceobe snorted as she woke up to a tap on the head.  She rolled back over and then came another tap, harder.  “I’m napping, bother Ceobe later.”  She rolled again and curled up against Vulcan’s warm forge, as Vulcan tapped her again, softer.

“I need your help, Ceobe.”

“Then I’m coming to you.” Vulcan half collapsed besides Ceobe, catching her breath against the side of the forge before gently rapping her knuckles on Ceobe’s temple.  “I really do need your help.  One of the latches on my leg broke.  It was my fault; it was a poorly made part I shouldn’t have put into use.”  Vulcan rolled a small cracked plate of metal between her fingers, her short nails tapping on the metal.

“And you need my help??” Ceobe’s ear flicked and she groaned again, but she slowly started to push herself off the ground

“I wouldn’t just wake you up if I didn’t need you.”  She reached her hand to Ceobe’s and grasped it, twining her fingers in Ceobe’s and pulling her up to meet her with a groan.  Ceobe’s eyes fell on Vulcan’s right leg, where a few cables hung out of the socket for her prosthetic.  “So I need you to help me.”

“Yep!” Ceobe hopped to her feet, sudden energy betrayed by a yawn. “But then I’m going right back to bed, sorry Vulcan!”  Ceobe tightened her grip on Vulcan’s hand and pulled her up with her.  Hopping on her one working leg, Vulcan flailed her arms until she managed to wrap her arm around Ceobe’s neck, bringing her closer to help support herself.  Resting her head in the crook of Ceobe’s neck, Vulcan relaxed for a moment before taking a deep breath and bracing herself against the wall instead.

“We can do this on the bed, can you grab a stool?”

“Yep!” Ceobe hopped to her feet, sudden energy betrayed by a yawn. “But then I’m going right back to bed, sorry Vulcan!”  Ceobe tightened her grip on Vulcan’s hand and pulled her up with her.  Hopping on her one working leg, Vulcan flailed her arms until she managed to wrap her arm around Ceobe’s neck, bringing her closer to help support herself.  Resting her head in the crook of Ceobe’s neck, Vulcan relaxed for a moment before taking a deep breath and bracing herself against the wall instead.

“We can do this on the bed, can you grab a stool?”

Ceobe ran to Vulcan’s desk as Vulcan braced herself against the wall.   Slowly making her way to the bed, then placing the package she brought with her down on it before sitting herself..  As she turned to the package, she found Ceobe already ripping into it, cooing as she picked it up.  

“Gotcha!”  Ceobe knelt down and brought the leg up to the socket on Vulcan’s leg, and connected the two hanging cables from the socket to the leg.  A few lights started glowing and Vulcan flexed the ankle on the leg.  Ceobe started to cackle and poke at the foot, which earned a chuckle from Vulcan.

“Okay, now I just need you to push as hard as you can.  The gaskets are tight, so it’ll take a lot of force.  That’s what broke the latch last time.”  Vulcan pushed herself back against the wall.  Ceobe nodded then threw her entire weight behind the leg.  Vulcan was forced back, her horns plinking against the bulkhead of her room.  Bracing herself, Vulcan pushed back, straining until the click of the latch came through.  

“Now, holdit there. Hold it there.”  Vulcan frantically took her wrench and tightened the two bolts on either side of the socket, the pushback from the gaskets gradually lessening until the leg was firmly in place.  Gasping from the exertion, Vulcan looked back to Ceobe to find her already sleeping, her head in Vulcan’s newly whole lap.

Slowly recovering her breath, Vulcan looked down at Ceobe snoring loudly and ran her hand through her hair.  The smooth texture washed between her fingers as she reached for her ears and slowly rubbed them between her fingers, getting a twitch of her ears and a wagging tail.  Vulcan gently grasped Ceobe and pulled her onto the bed with her.  As Ceobe clung to Vulcan’s arm, she pulled the covers over both of them.

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