Bad Batch Oneshots

What's Yours is Mine

Young Hunter and Crosshair
••Yet another conflict arises when Hunter catches Crosshair taking his stuff.

Something was amiss. Whether it was just a brother's intuition or something else, Hunter wasn't sure. What he was sure of was the fact that someone was messing with his things and there were three possible suspects.

Tech could immediately be ruled out simply because he hardly frequented anywhere else besides his bunk and his workbench. He had no reason or inclination to mess around with Hunter's stuff, as he himself despised it when his things were touched.

It took a bit more time, but Hunter eventually ruled out Wrecker as well. Among the things that were out of place was his container of hair gel. Last time he checked, Wrecker hadn't spontaneously grown hair; therefore, he had no need for the hair gel. However, one of his bandannas was also missing, but what could Wrecker possibly want with it?

Hunter was certain of the culprit. His suspicions were confirmed when he entered the barracks after a training session and found Crosshair sleeping in his bunk with a very familiar red strip of fabric covering his eyes. Scowling, he stormed over to Crosshair's bunk and smacked him on the ribs.

Crosshair jolted with a yelp and hit his head. The bandanna slipped down from his eyes to hang loosely around his neck.

"The fuck was that for?!" He snapped, swiping one hand at his brother while the other nursed his throbbing head.

Hunter grabbed the bandanna and tugged on it. "This is mine! Why do you have it?"

"Why do you care? You've got three of them!" Crosshair yanked it out of Hunter's hand.

"So? They're mine! And you've been taking my hair gel!"

"I don't need your stupid gel! I don't have hair like a girl!"

"Oh yeah? Then what's this?"

Hunter forced his fingers through Crosshair's hair, causing strands of it to stick out in all directions like they'd been frozen solid. In retaliation, Crosshair kicked Hunter in the stomach and jumped on top of him once he fell. Fists and insults flew as they wrestled on the floor.

Tech looked up from his datapad and let out a sigh. This was the third fist-fight this week. While he was used to his brothers' squabbling, it didn't make them less irritating. Or destructive.

"Wrecker, help me separate them. I would like to avoid a trip to the infirmary, if possible." He said, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he rose to his feet.

It took quite the effort to fully separate them, mainly to break Crosshair's iron grip on Hunter's hair. The hair was always the first thing Crosshair went for because it was easy to grab and it caused a great deal of pain. Screaming also did the trick to painfully overwhelm Hunter's sensitive ears, but it was hard to do that while rolling around on the floor.

Wrecker dangled Crosshair from the collar of his blacks while Tech herded Hunter in the opposite direction. They'd have to be kept apart until both of them calmed down, otherwise they'd go right back at it.

"Ugh, you guys fight like little kids! Can't you just share stuff?" Wrecker grumbled. He held Crosshair out a bit further so his flailing arms couldn't reach his face.

"Oh that's rich coming from you." Crosshair seethed, eventually ceasing his attempts to claw Wrecker's eyes out and crossing his arms instead. "You never share anything, especially food!"

"That's not true! I gave you my panga bar yesterday!"

"Ah yes, the half melted one that you'd forgotten under your pillow."

Hunter pushed Tech away and stalked over to the window to brood. "Sharing snacks is different from sharing things that are actually useful. I snuck that hair gel in for myself, not for you!"

"You do realize that is technically contraband—" Tech began to say, but was cut off by Crosshair.

"Well you've got plenty of it! So what if I used a little? You use too much! Maybe try showering more often."

"I'm not taking insults from the jackass hanging two feet off the ground."

Crosshair grit his teeth and glared sharply at Wrecker. With a swift kick to Wrecker's stomach, he freed himself. Then, he tore off the bandanna around his neck and tossed it in Hunter's direction.

"There, you can have your stupid bandanna back. It reeks, anyway."

Hunter simply rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to go after Crosshair as he stormed to the refresher to fix his hair.

Ugh... brothers...