With a Little Help From My Friends

[Kyle Wick]

“I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent mechanic and any deviation will be an improvement…you know in case parts of your design suck.” In case his what? He mocked her bright smile with a overly dramatic one of his own, before it faded into his teasingly mocking laugh. She moved to add something to his math--brat was always good at seeing what he missed--before turning to offer the pen back to him. “You’re welcome.” She finished off with an innocent smile. Fuck. This was why it was hard to work with her. He liked it too much. Rolling his eyes he pulling the pen from her and playfully bobbed her on the head with it, before moving to grab his tablet and bring up the Ark's plans for that section.

"Can I ask you something, Reyes?" He asked, in a tone that said he was about to make a smart comment, but Wick was really just softening the blow of what he was about to ask her. "Why are you doing this? What are you trying to prove?" She had always been this way since he had met her. Louder, stronger, braver, bolder--she had to be the best at everything and she wasn't going to stop and until she had done it. He liked watching her, but he wondered why. Why did she need to be this way? She wasn't worried about making friends, or stepping on toes. She only pushed and pushed.