Boy with Toy
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Category:
S through Z › Sky High
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,510
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Sky High, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Boy with Toy
I thoroughly enjoyed Sky High, and while Warren is by far my favourite character, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the possible relationship between All-American Boy and Mr Medulla. They stand rather close to each other during that Save the Citizen scene, and they're dancing - if you can call it that - together at Homecoming...
Boy with Toy
Or
It's not rocket science, you know!
"Still pining, are we?"
Mr Boy – not his original name, but he'd been so proud to be partnered with the Commander, so proud of his moniker, he hadn't used his real name in decades, wasn't sure he could remember it even if he'd tried – glanced upwards from under his ash-blond fringe and grimaced. Medulla, of course, puckish face set in a faintly evil sneer below that enormously enlarged cranium. Boy slumped forward, resting his chin in one hand, elbow somewhat precariously perched on the edge of the staffroom table.
"We don't pine in Hero Support, Mr Medulla."
The slender genius slid into a seat opposite and regarded his colleague as though All-American Boy were some sort of interesting new bacterial culture. Boy sighed and lowered his head. Medulla smirked.
"Unrequited love is so... dull."
"How would you know?"
"From watching you, of course. With an uncomplicated subject one can learn a vast amount of information from simple observation. If one has the requisite mental abilities, naturally."
There was a brief silence, then Boy sighed.
"She's so beautiful."
"If you like that sort of thing." Medulla lowered his eyes for a moment. "Though I'll admit she did have a fine mind. Wasted on that oaf Stronghold, of course."
"Steve was – is – a great man."
Medulla's eyebrows quirked.
"If you like that sort of thing."
"Saviour of the world..." Boy smiled sadly. "I was... eclipsed."
"There there..." Medulla patted his hand, the touch familiar but strangely clinical. "You know a sidekick could never compare to a Hero. What was it you did, again?"
"I jumped."
"Ah yes. Ten feet up, or thirty along the ground, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Boy's mouth twisted wryly. "Hardly the greatest power a sidekick ever had."
"But he must have been fond of you, to have had you assigned to him."
Boy's expression brightened fractionally.
"Yes. Yes, I think he was." His face fell again. "But then he met Josie..."
The bell rang for the start of afternoon classes, and Boy sighed.
"Back to the grindstone..."
Medulla curled long fingers around his wrist, and Boy paused for a moment. The genius eyed him, then smiled – only faintly, but there was a certain tenderness in his gaze. He leaned forward, voice low.
"I will have to think of a way to cheer you up, my little sucrose molecule..."
Or
It's not rocket science, you know!
"Still pining, are we?"
Mr Boy – not his original name, but he'd been so proud to be partnered with the Commander, so proud of his moniker, he hadn't used his real name in decades, wasn't sure he could remember it even if he'd tried – glanced upwards from under his ash-blond fringe and grimaced. Medulla, of course, puckish face set in a faintly evil sneer below that enormously enlarged cranium. Boy slumped forward, resting his chin in one hand, elbow somewhat precariously perched on the edge of the staffroom table.
"We don't pine in Hero Support, Mr Medulla."
The slender genius slid into a seat opposite and regarded his colleague as though All-American Boy were some sort of interesting new bacterial culture. Boy sighed and lowered his head. Medulla smirked.
"Unrequited love is so... dull."
"How would you know?"
"From watching you, of course. With an uncomplicated subject one can learn a vast amount of information from simple observation. If one has the requisite mental abilities, naturally."
There was a brief silence, then Boy sighed.
"She's so beautiful."
"If you like that sort of thing." Medulla lowered his eyes for a moment. "Though I'll admit she did have a fine mind. Wasted on that oaf Stronghold, of course."
"Steve was – is – a great man."
Medulla's eyebrows quirked.
"If you like that sort of thing."
"Saviour of the world..." Boy smiled sadly. "I was... eclipsed."
"There there..." Medulla patted his hand, the touch familiar but strangely clinical. "You know a sidekick could never compare to a Hero. What was it you did, again?"
"I jumped."
"Ah yes. Ten feet up, or thirty along the ground, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Boy's mouth twisted wryly. "Hardly the greatest power a sidekick ever had."
"But he must have been fond of you, to have had you assigned to him."
Boy's expression brightened fractionally.
"Yes. Yes, I think he was." His face fell again. "But then he met Josie..."
The bell rang for the start of afternoon classes, and Boy sighed.
"Back to the grindstone..."
Medulla curled long fingers around his wrist, and Boy paused for a moment. The genius eyed him, then smiled – only faintly, but there was a certain tenderness in his gaze. He leaned forward, voice low.
"I will have to think of a way to cheer you up, my little sucrose molecule..."