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Fix My Mechanical Heart

While running his hand through Kiora's hair, Mark thought about something for a moment. While they managed to beat the Wrecker in the arena, he wondered if he'd actually disappear for good or simply show up again for a rematch. Either way, he decided to try and keep an eye out for his reappearance, and possibly keep Kiora out of it for the sake of her safety and not making her worry.
 
Kiora let herself relax, just thinking about anything. The first thing that came to mind was her future. She never thought it would happen, but she was here now. She had a nice boyfriend, she was financially secure, she had been with him for a while, all she wanted to do was settle down, stay with Mark, do nothing but spend time together.
 
Mark, not knowing that Kiora was also thinking about them, began thinking about his future with Kiora. As much as he loved being in the mech arena, maybe he needed to come away from that at some point. Knowing how much time they'd spent together and the fact that they both loved each other so much, proposing to her was definitely something that came to mind, although he felt like waiting a little longer first. He just didn't want to pressure Kiora with anything, although he could definitely see them settling down and simply sharing a life between them both.
 
"Want anything to drink?" Mark asked. "Or maybe something to eat? There might be a takeout box or two in the fridge."
 
Mark nodded, smiling at her. His hand still hadn't ceased its movement in Kiora's hair. "Just want me to stay here, huh?"
 
"Thought so," Mark laughed, gently leaning into Kiora. Feeling his arm tire, he finally stopped running his hand through Kiora's hair and simply let it rest on her back.
 
Gently rubbing Kiora's back, Mark whispered, "You can sleep if you want." He decided that perhaps he'd see Shirley in the time that she was asleep. Surely she'd been aware of what went down between him, Kiora and Crookes and he wanted to talk to her about it.
 
Once he knew that Kiora was asleep, Mark leaned in and briefly kissed her lips before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and getting dressed, quietly opening and closing the door to his room as he left.


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"I saw you and your partner taking on the Wrecker last week."


"I imagine that you did," Mark responded, both of them standing in front of one another inside their mechs. "And yet I didn't see you there." He was met with no response for a while. He could tell that the subject was fairly uncomfortable for Shirley to touch on. "We could have used you, you know," he told her.


"It didn't look like it," Shirley answered in an almost cold voice. "Seemed like you were both doing fine against him." When she then turned her back on him, it made him feel very frustrated.


"What do you want me to say, Shirley?" he snapped, causing her to stop in her tracks so she could listen to what Mark was saying. "Sorry that I didn't have a damn clue that you were still alive? Three years, Shirley. It took me three years to find that out, that Crookes hadn't actually killed you. What did you expect me to do!?"


"I expected you not to leave me for someone else!" Shirley screamed, turning around to face him once more. Mark was stunned into silence by her remark. He just... couldn't believe how fast things were going bad for them.
 
"I... I didn't want you to be with anyone else," Shirley admitted sadly. "I just... wanted to be the only partner you'd have."


"And you expected that to happen when you made me go it alone?" Mark asked angrily. "You expected me to deal with the emptiness I felt? The hallucinations I kept seeing of you night after night? You expected me to accept something that wasn't even true?" There was a painful silence that lingered between the two for a moment, before Mark sighed.


"I wanted to stay alone. Believe me, I did," he told her. "But it was never going to last. Everyone could see it no matter how tough I looked; thinking that I lost you had broken me. And I found someone who made it all better, but you decided to come back after that instead of before." Mark paused for a moment. "You came late, Shirley. You came way too late." It hurt Mark so much knowing that this was what their relationship had been reduced to... a rivalry all revolving around love and a once long-lasting friendship. And he knew it hurt Shirley too, especially when she was the first one to leave, boosting off in the other direction. Clenching his jaw for a moment, he sighed and turned away, heading back to the apartment building to join up with Kiora again.
 
Kiora had woken up and decided to go down and work on Hollow, adding more upgrades to the blades so they wouldn't break next time.
 
Not long later, Mark arrived back inside the garage to see Kiora working on Hollow's blades. "I see that you're working on those katana blades of yours," he noted, smiling behind his headpiece before looking down and examining himself. "Hm... Seems like Hunter could use a few repairs himself," he mused to himself before stepping out of his mech and looking around for a welding torch.
 
Mark smiled as he watched Kiora go back over to Hollow, finding a torch on a nearby desk and walking back over to Hunter so that he could fix up the many scratches etched into its armor. "When we were fighting the Wrecker a week ago, I heard you saying that the head of the 'Queen's Court' was there to destroy him," he said to Kiora. Then he asked, "So, what is this 'Queen's Court'? Is that a guild of yours or something?"
 
Kiora laughed softly, looking back at him. "It's a league of bot fighters endorsed by my fathers company. It used to be called the Swifters but after I started topping the charts, they changed the name to The Queens Court." She said to him.
 
Mark chuckled. "You certainly acted like a queen, calling Crookes a 'peasant' and all," he laughed as he welded the scratches on Hunter's back together. "I ended up taking the brunt of his rage, though. That reminds me..." Turning off the torch for a moment, he looked down at his green t-shirt to see a tear in the fabric and the dark spot that was the dried blood from his wound a week earlier and sighed. "Gonna need to replace that," he muttered to himself as he turned the torch back on. "And freshen up when I'm done here..."
 
Kiora smiled and nodded to him, looking back. "The peasant thing, well that I like to do for fun. I can see how the pet names seemed to get under his skin. And yeah, you took a beating, but if I had, it would have only taken two three hits to basically kill me." She said.
 
"Which is why I'm the one to take all the hits," Mark said, finishing up with the scratches on Hunter's back. "That's not to say that it doesn't hurt me, though. That was part of the reason why I ended up staying longer in the hospital; I had a few broken ribs because Crookes hit me so damn hard, and I'm not entirely sure if they've even fully recovered."
 
Kiora sighed. "Well I am pretty sure I hit bone with the end of my blade so I don't think he is coming back soon.
 

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