T3Nsion Alternate Timelines

Revenged T3Nsion part 1

Henry's POV:

It's dark. I can't feel my body. Wait, there's a steady beeping sound and the smell of hand sanitizer now. A voice? No, two voices.
"Why does the General have us guarding a lifeless sack of nuts and bolts again?" A deep raspy male voice asks.
"If the general thinks he's going to wake up, then I believe him." Another male answered. His voice was higher than the first guy, and softer like the delicate petals of a marigold flower. "It would be good to get some answers from Mr. Stickmin at least. I got a few myself." Marigold grew slightly tougher. Did I do something? Who are these guys?
I start to move my fingers. Feeling is coming back to my right side. Shifting in bed, my eyes flutter open and take a moment to adjust. The others don't notice me until I prop myself up to sit and groan. What happened to me?
One with black hair and a green cap talks into a headpiece. "Get the General. He's awake."
The other had messy orange hair and red headphones. He sprinted to my bedside."Henry! Or uh, Mr. Stickmin. Everything's ok. You've been in this hospital since after the airship crashed. You're lucky I found you when I did!" He said smiling.
"You..." I started to say. My voice sounding as rough as sandpaper. No surprise, I haven't talked in years. "You, saved me?" I've been staring at those flowerfeild green eyes the whole time I spoke.

Charles's POV:

"Thank you." He added.
I look away not realizing my face was flushing pink a bit. "No worries. Just doing my job." I respond.
"May I ask your name?" The cyborg asked, not looking away from me. This feels awkward.
"Uh... Charles Calvin."
Before I knew what was happening, Henry was kneeling on the floor before me.
"I am forever in your debt, Sir Charles Calvin."
"Gah!" I shouted. Wait, what? Is he seriously giving himself to be my servant cause I saved him from a broken metal back and an airship crash? After everything he did? Betraying us and becoming a Toppat leader? Only to find out he was betrayed himself, and killed the other two leaders? But there's something off. He looks like he's got no soul. This man... He's been broken in more ways than one. I sigh. "If you say so, Henry." I help him up. "Alright, let's get you to the general."
"No need, Charlie. I'm right here." In walks a gray-haired, General Galeforce. "Welcome back to the world of the living Stickmin. You've been in a coma for almost 2 years give or take."

Henry's POV:
What!? "T..." my breath has been ripped from me. "Two-!?" Two years! I've been asleep for TWO YEARS!?! I would've fainted if I wasn't being help up by Charles.
"Yes. After you single handedly took down your own airship, we called a robotics expert to fix your back, but you weren't waking up so we brought you here to maintain health to your human body." He turned. And spoke in a hushed tone as if to him self. "I did some snooping that year... O negative." That last part quite than the rest. He then turned and went back to average volume. "Anyways, even though the Toppats have been arrested, or... died." He hinted at my revenge tactic. "There are 3 that ellude capture. We'd like your help to find them."
"Who are they?" I ask.
"Chatty today, are we? Sven Svensson, Carol Cross, and Burt Curtis. If you choose to comply and work with us, we may be able to forgive your criminal record."
"WHAT!?" The other soldiers shouted, surprised.
A clean record? No that's not it. He wants me to work for him, even after we capture those assholes. I give him a small smirk and nod. How could I say no after they saved me from dieing a second time.
"Good. Rest up. You can bunk with Charles for the night. I'll see you in the morning, 9 o'clock sharp." The general quickly salutes and leaves the room.
I look to Charles. He seems slightly annoyed. But that face looks familiar. "You were there."
"Hu?" The pilot looks at me, confused.
"When Galefroce kiddnapped me. You were piloting. Trying to get me to talk."
"Yeah. And the café."
"Right. Can't believe I forgot that."

No POV:
Flashback 3 years ago, in a small neighborhood café.
Henry, down on his luck stops in for a cheap drink while he looks through the news paper for wanted adds. He ruffles through his pocket for loose change.
"Here, I got that for ya." Henry turns to see a ginger haired man slap a $10 on the counter. "And I'll get a chocolaty caramel frappuccino please!" His smile his huge, and infectious as the mute starts smiling and gratefully nods. "No problem. I'm Charles, but my friends call me Charlie. Oh, looking for a job?" The cheery tall man points at the papers in his hand.
Henry nods again looking kinda hopeless.
"Well, you could always try the military. Not trying to intrude, but they're always lookin for new recutes."
"Heh." He vocalize and switches to sign language, "Not with these noodle arms."
"Oh I was a noodle before I joined!" Charles seemed proud, while Henry stared astonished.
"You know ASL!?" Henry signs.
"Yeah! I thought it was a handy skill to have. And I still practice every now and then." Charles grabs their drinks and hands Henry his small americano. "Wanna sit together?"
Henry nods.
End of flashback.

Henry's POV:
"Wasn't long till I tried to rob a bank. I... I should've asked for your number back then. And I'm sorry for not helping you and the general that one mission." I spoke softly, sitting on Charles couch. He took me to his place and ordered pizza. I toughened my tone "But in my defense, I didn't take kindly to being kidnapped by the government."
He was snorting between laughs. "Yeah. It was Rupert's idea. Since he had experience with your shenanigans we gave him the benefit of a doubt! Sorry, Hen."
I was quiet for a moment "Don't." He looked at me confused. "Don't call me, Hen. I don't like that nickname."
"Oh, sorry." The pilot looked away as an awkward silence cloaked the room. "Well, you can still call me Charlie, if you want."
I nod. I grab his empty plate and head over to the kitchen to clean them.
"Oh you don't need to do that." Charles followed me.
"But I'm in your debt." I turn the fosset.
"Y-you're serious about that?" He sighs. "You don't need to wash by hand. I have a dishwasher.

Charles POV:
He stares at me blankly.
"A dishwasher? Y'know, a machine to clean dishes for you?"
"I-I know what a dishwasher is." Henry stuttered. Has he never used one? With a sigh I approach the appliance in question and open it. A plate, a few cups and utensils are in there already. Henry puts the dirty dishes in and I close the door. "I did dishes yesterday so we can wait till we've built up a load." He nods. He stopped talking. I decide to sign "Is everything ok?"
He nods, yawns, then signs, "I might have slept two years, but I'm still kinda tired."
"Oh, ok. Follow me to the guest room." I lead him up the stares to his temporary bed. "Goodnight, Henry. I'll wake you up in the morning." I say and head to my room.
Under the covers, I drift away quickly.
I don't know how long I slept before I felt someone in my room. I jolt up half asleep. "Henry? W-what are you..."
He climbs into bed with me "Nightmares." Is all he said. Being as tired as I was, I just shrug it off and lift the blankets over the two of us. We fell asleep just like that, until morning.