On fixing up a rusted old speeder ...

[twelve_not_fourteen]

That night at the arena was both a boom and bust for the Nexus' scruffy haired scoundrel.

Han now had the money to get every part he needed for the Falcon with more than enough left over to make purchases of this and that for the Overracer. He didn't need to waste time slowly harvesting credits playing various games of chance anymore, so he had all the time in the world to devote to fixing either thing. It's just that a wrist in an immobilizer didn't lend itself to mechanic's work very well at all.

He expected to be held up for a while not being able to do much of anything.

Then he expected to try to get into it a little too soon before he'd fully recovered and thereby complicate his healing and cause himself a good deal of pain.

Then he'd be more disciplined - going stir crazy all the while - and wait until he got clearance from a healer before he tried again.

If anyone wanted to take him up on it, he would bet that would be exactly what would happen over the next few weeks after his big fight with Kirk. Imagine his surprise that nothing really happened the way he thought it would and it was mainly because Captain Solo neglected to consider the Joshua Washington factor.

For everything that was out of wack in the kid's head, he had a good mind for trade work. Something, Han never knew exactly what, but something told him that he would be. Josh would make a capable wrench handler, especially with his hands around to guide him and he downright excelled at the electrical work. He'd even manage to surprise Han when he rewired all the lights and displays while hadn't been paying attention.

And he always showed up when he said he would, which, meant more to the Corellian than he would ever let on. He'd expected the kid to lose interest half way through helping him fix the bike.

"Alright, Josh." Han says with a head tilted thoughtfully to the side whilst regarding the speeder. "We're going open up the engine today and check the ignition points."

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[brother_alone]

He'd be a fool not to, wouldn't he? It's not every day someone has a personal nanny who is also Han Solo following you around and picking up after you. Without complaining, even! The nitpicking would lead to a snark war that might end in tempers flaring and hurtful things said, none of it either of them would mean and really just a bummer of a way to end a session. Also they wouldn't get any progress done on the speeder and that would be a true shame.

"Th'fuck is a Jawa?" Josh grunts from where he's working, trying to angle his screwdriver to a particularly stuck screw. A few choice curses are scattered here or there, before he gets it loose and adds it to the pile.

He stops when Han starts pinpoint out their next targeted area, dropping the screwdriver to the ground and moving to grab for the rag and bottle of solvent. "Is this stuff safe to get on your skin?" As he's already folding the rag and pressing it firm against the open end and tipping the bottle quickly to dampen the rag with the solvent before he starts scrubbing.

Doesn't burn, so it's probably safe right? Problem for future Josh, really.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"I wouldn't recommend leaving it on your skin for hours at a time if it goes through the rag, but it's not particularly dangerous." He drawls. "Do you want me to translate the label for you or do you trust me?"

Can't you give your older and wiser space pirate friend a little more credit than that, Josh? You don't think he'd tell you if it was caustic? He's not sure if he should be insulted by that or not. He's leaning toward should be at the moment. He supposes he'll decide for certain when he answers the question.

"The Jawas? They're a short, hooded scavenger people native to a desert planet where I come from. They sort of roam around and collect junk - especially tech - clean it up and then try to sell it. I would never trust one not to try to rip you off, either. They're stingy."

[brother_alone]

"Seems legit."

It should be noted that Josh didn't exactly hesitate to get the stuff all over his hands and get back to work. It was more a stream of consciousness thought like many of the things that comes out of his mouth. At least this one was a relevant thought. Usually when he gets that weird sound to his voice he's saying very awkward, inappropriate, or completely nonsensical things.

He seems to have a better time of staying focused lately. It's a good thing, overall.

"Oh the little chittering things in the robes." He knows what they are now. "That sell droids and whatever else they can get their midgetty hands on." There's a moment of mostly silence while Josh works, before he glances over his shoulder back at Han. "How does something so small build those hugeass vehicles they plow around the desert with?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Chittering things. That's funny or it would be, if it wasn't so weird. There were Jawas in those things he saw about his galaxy too?

"The Sandcrawlers. They built them on my homeworld a long time ago. They're designed for mining." Those details spew forth from Solo without hesitation and matter of fact. As if everyone in his galaxy knew that and there was no way he was lying. Simple truth.

"And before you ask, I have no idea what anyone would be trying to mine on a desert planet." Perhaps the fact that the vehicles got left behind by the miners who initially paid to bring them there says everything one needs to say on that matter. "Never thought about it, but I'd have to think those resourceful little twerps somehow scavenged that too."

[brother_alone]

"Man this stuff smells like it'd give you a good ride before killing you." Involuntarily shaking his head and flinching back as a particularly powerful bit of fumes hits his nose while he's scrubbing away.

The explanation about Jawa tech seems to satisfy Josh as he doesn't pose any other uncomfortable questions about Han's universe he shouldn't know to ask for the time being.

He's a bit distracted by the work at hand. Though when he pulls back a few minutes later, hands covered in a greasy dirty film of solvent and the grime he was dissolving, he's got a smile on his face.

"Clean as a whistle. Well, comparatively."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Looking good." The Captain murmurs with an appreciative nod. "As far as the cleaning up goes anyway."

He's not particularly liking the condition of the ignition points. They were dirty and wearing down, so pieces that should be fitting together intricately, are bent. Even Josh never seeing the inside of a repulsorlift engine, could probably see the wear. It wasn't far from where he was cleaning after all.

"So, were you around when I tried to fire the engine last time? There was a sputtering noise that was happening while the bike was sitting idle?" He's almost positive the kid was. The only thing Han felt like he did alone was that initial scrubbing. "That's called spark knocking. It's usually indicative of the damage were seeing here."

Even though it seems pretty obvious, Solo takes the time to point out the pieces that are out of whack. "That's called the contact breaker. It's made up of four parts - the screw, the heel, the spring and the points. We're gonna put a whole breaker on there."

And they're going to start, of course, by dissembling more of the bike. "Take off these clips here and these screws here."

[brother_alone]

"I know, I know. I'm the best."

Josh may talk big, but Han knows as well as anyone he doesn't mean it. The kid has like negative ego after whatever the hell happened on his world. But pretending that he's normal helps. Josh flops backward onto the dirt a moment, rubbing his hands on his jeans to clean them. Takes a moment to just listen to Han talk about the speeder while he has a short rest.

"I was yeah. It had that sickly cough sound." Seems like forever ago really, considering all the work they've put into this thing over the last bunch of weeks. When Han starts pointing to things in specific, Josh makes himself get up again so he can peer inside alongside the other.

"Okay so all four parts are busted up right?" Seems easy enough. Just take it out. "Right on." The screwdriver and spanner are back in his back pocket as he gets back to work. Josh is quiet when he's working really hard. Always chewing on his bottom lip and focusing. No detail too small gets by him. He wants to be useful. Wants to make Han proud of him, and Chris too.

Maybe even himself.

To look at something that used to be trash and say 'I did that. I made something. For real this time.'

The clips are corroded and difficult to get off, leaving Josh a stream of curses as he pries and levers the damn things off before turning his attention to the screws.

"You better be worth it, speeder. Cuz right now you're a royal pain in my ass."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han is not a delegator by nature. It reminds him too much of his life under the thumb of Garris Shrike or following the orders of his idiotic superiors in the Navy. He much prefers to be working side by side with a person and you can better believe if he could do more right now, he would be.

He never wants to be seen as that kind of leader.

On the beneficial side, trying to work with somebody has a way about making them loyal to you. It's still not quite dawned on Han yet exactly how good he can be at inspiring people, but he's starting to sense it now. Just a little bit. Josh isn't the only one learning things as they're working on this speeder...

Solo reaches for the new contact breaker, holding it in his hands while Josh works. He taps the kid on the shoulder to stop when he wants to lean in again and point something out. "These two screws here are gonna remove the arm, but be careful, kid. They're already bent, now. It wouldn't take much to have the thing fall apart while you're to remove the breaker."

Han eases back a little, but the warning ain't quite finished. "Leave fragments behind and we'll end up frying the engine when we try to turn it over."

[brother_alone]

Josh doesn't mind being left the lions share of the work, precisely because it makes him feel useful. That he has worth, and that he's someone Han can depend on. He's no one special, a shitty kid who made shitty decisions and caused his friends a world of hurt. No special powers. No exceptional talents, unless you consider being batshit crazy a talent.

But he can do this. He stops when Han taps him, wiping the sweat and his curls out of his face with the back of one hand.

"Okay we don't want that bit damaged then, right?" Hard to tell what they're replacing and what they're keeping on this thing. But he makes a note to be extra careful. And then, no, no they do not. If the engine fries all this hard work is essentially for nothing. Josh sinks his teeth into his lower lip while he works, eyebrows knit in concentration. It takes some doing, and a few more choice swears, but he finally manages to get the arm--in one piece even--off and out of the way.

There's more dirt and residue built up that he can see once the piece comes free, and Josh wastes no time in slipping the screwdriver back into his back pocket and picking the rag and solvent back up.

"How many of these things you figure you've put back together or modded?"

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Yeah, it's brittle. Don't break it."

He's trying to walk the line between explaining enough to the kid to get him through the job and letting him think about what he has to do. He knows that Josh has the aptitude for this kinda work. If he takes it slow and uses good sense, then Captain Solo sees no reason why he's not gonna do just fine.

Also, he's holding out the new part so you can take another look if you need to, Joshua. Sometimes that helps you visualize it better when you're looking at a whole lot of engine.

"Not as many as you'd probably think. Maybe two or three? I had one when I was a little younger than you, though. Worked on it all the time and did some racing." He takes a moment with this thoughts and then adds, "don't know that I'd be as good at what I do now if I didn't start with the speeders."

[brother_alone]

Having the new and not dirty part to look at definitely makes the process a hell of a lot easier. Josh is careful when he sets the old part on the ground, in case whatever's in there is not so great to go spilling and splashing around everywhere.

"Yeah, well...." Josh chuckles slightly, voice slightly muffled from where he's got his head craned by the engine, reaching down to scrub the choice areas that had been previously covered by the old part they'd just gotten rid of.

"I was too busy trying to learn how to make fake blood and human analogues when I was in school to bother with practical shit like shop class. So, you get my amateur hands for help." Still. All that tinkering with video lines and hookups and timers really made for easy work on the electrical system on the speeder. It wasn't even that different from shit he's used to, once he knew what everything was.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"You can teach someone with good instincts that wants to learn." Han says, almost offhandedly. "I'd take someone with enthusiasm over someone who thinks they know it all any day."

There's not been a lot of chances in his life to adopt the role of teacher, but every time he did it was for someone he really cared about. Bria learning how to use a blaster. Teaching Lando some of the escape moves and flight maneuvers that made Han himself a truly great pilot. Getting Chewie up to speed on the mechanic work of the ships (and now his Wookiee friend's skills handily trumped his own). It was always more than just simple lessons ...

"Why you get into the effects stuff anyway?" Han says after a moment of thought. "I know your dad was in the movies and you were probably around it, but at a certain point you had to decide you wanted to learn about that yourself, right?"

[brother_alone]

"I'm definitely a knowitall smartass, don't get me wrong. I just also know better than to argue with a guy with quicker reflexes than me who carries a gun."

Blaster. Same difference, as far as Josh is concerned. Besides, Han knows he doesn't feel threatened. Not the way they joke around and spend time together. It's nice to be doing this kind of thing with someone for a change, instead of sitting by himself in a dark basement like he's used to doing.

"I've always been a huge fan of horror movies. I loved the old school special effects, before everything was done with computers. When they had to make props and everything by hand. Not that I'm not halfway decent with the computer software--" Josh cuts off with a small grunt of exertion before carefully removing himself from the engine cavity of the speeder.

"I guess part of it....was to get my dad to pay attention to me. To be proud of me, instead of ashamed. But, hey, can't win 'em all." He shrugs, trying to brush it aside.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

He's inclined to argue that, since Josh is following all his directions, he's not really acting like a know-it-all, but eh. If little brother needs to insist that he can sass and tell other people not named Han Solo what to do, then that's fine. He might even believe him.

"That's good sense, though, kid." He says with a bit of a spark in his eyes. It's not as if Han has gotten a tremendous amount of pleasure from killing people, but he does love the chaos of a stand off. He's all for intimidation, too. "I met a lot of formerly alive sentients that didn't have that much sense."

He listens. Absorbs everything Josh had to say about his father. For all the flip his friend is giving, he's gotta believe there's some hurt in there. In wanting a father to care who just didn't. For a moment, he wonders if maybe if he was lucky. No parents around meant they could never have an opportunity to hurt him.

And yet ... the absence of them hurt him too.

He shakes his head. "No offence, but he sounds like an asshole." Is that the kind of thing you say in support? He's not really sure.

[brother_alone]

Han hasn't seen Josh in his element yet. Well, at the movie nights is close. He is insufferable when he has opinions. Also entirely too genre savvy and judgmental about what he watches and more importantly how it was made.

That's not to say he doesn't like low quality movies too. But he definitely has a lot of opinions he needs people to listen to when it comes to his area of expertise.

Josh sucks in a breath at the comment about his father. Nods a few times.

"Well, it...makes sense. In a stupid way. He's real famous and in Hollywood image is everything. So having a dropout with schizophrenia looks...well. It looks bad. And then...my sisters got killed. I'm sure he wished it've been me instead. They were at least good. Normal." He runs a hand through his curly hair and shrugs.

"Now they don't have to worry about me ruining their image. I'm not going back, so. Everyone wins." He says that but. He doesn't sound much like he means it.

"Okay so that's cleaned out as good as I can do, let me know if it's good enough."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's Han's default to deal with problems, particularly ones that have to do with emotion, by avoiding them. So. Josh might be thankful in the fact that his Corellian friend did listen, but ultimately dropped the subject. What could he really add to a conversation about shitty fathers? Or a conversation about any kind of father, really.

"Nah. It looks great, kid." He says as he hands over the new part. "Now's the easy part. New part goes on the way the old part came off. Then we get everything back together and who knows, maybe she'll even start for us."

[brother_alone]

Josh doesn't know what to think about his family troubles really. Supposes it doesn't really matter anymore since he doesn't plan on going back home to find out. He feels a bit lonely, but that's helped by the fact that Han is literally right here, and Han has become a surrogate sibling in these last months.

He's quiet while Han inspects his work, but a bit of light comes back to his eyes at the compliment. He's happy to do good work, even happier to make Han proud of it. Josh doesn't waste any time in grabbing his tools up and getting back to work.

Putting the new part in takes a bit of careful finagling to hold it in place long enough to get the initial screws and paneling back into place to hold it in. Once again Josh is half disappeared into the speeder, head and shoulders eaten by the machine as he works.

"Can you hand me that thing over there? The uh--oh that one? Is that next?" It's starting to get a little bit tricky to see what he's doing with the afternoon beginning to just barely slide toward evening. They've been at this all afternoon.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

It's easy for Han to say 'okay, now let's put it all back together.' He's done all of this before. It's not quite as straight forward for someone who isn't as familiar with the procedure. Hell, the tech doesn't even exist where Josh comes from. So the kid gets a pass and Captain Solo gets a reminder that his teaching isn't finished.

No big deal. It ain't as if they're in a rush.

"The contact breaker." He gently points out. "We're making sure that's fastened tightly. With the clasps first and then the screws. Then we're fitting the housing we took off with a few bolts."

That's not all of the steps, but that's the next couple. It's going to end, of course, with Han holding up the fucking engine while Washington secures it as fast as possible. That part is gonna be fun.

[brother_alone]

"I swear I was payin' attention before..."

The light is beginning to fade and Josh is hot, sweaty, and tired. But despite all of that? He feels a rush of accomplishment and--dare he even say it--pride at the machine sitting in front of them that they've been working on.

Josh is working by feel as much as sight now, pinpointing the little holes where screws go and working them back into place one at a time. Clasps, screws, bolts. The little piles of parts Han had been so gracious enough to organize for him are disappearing one after another as Josh works his way around the speeder to put them all back on.

Of course, when he's got everything in place and Han has doublechecked his work to make sure it's satisfactory, that's when Josh looks back at the engine and cringes. Just a little bit.

"I don't suppose there's an easy way other than swearing in every language we know and working fucking fast to get that cocksucker back in huh."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Calling Ice Bear, who may or may not be busy?" He says with a shrug. If they were fixing this in a shop and not an empty field, there'd be lifts and chains they could rig up for the job. He's not going to buy a lift for one job, though. And he doesn't know anybody who has one they could borrow.

"As long as I can get a good grip on it, I'll be able to hold it up long enough for you to get the four primary bolts into place. That will hold the engine back onto the frame stability enough for me to let it go and for you to take your time finishing the rest."

"Do you know which bolts I'm talking about?" He figures the kid does, but he's going to point them out anyway because this seems like the kind of thing you'd want to be sure of.

"I think a brief beer recess is in order before we take this on, though ..."

[brother_alone]

"The little black ones?"

Josh looks around before pointing to one of the last remaining piles Han had gathered up while josh was taking everything apart earlier.

He's already plopping back down into the dirt, taking a few deep breaths and letting the breeze cool him off slightly. The siren call of a beer run is not something Josh is ever one to argue with, even when he should.

"You're seriously the best, bro."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han flashes a sideways kind of smile and points to his chest. "I know." And with that grandiose gesture out of the way, he's hiking it up to the Falcon to grab the beers.

With most of the liquor he'd brought from home used up, he's been making due with what's more readily available in the nexus. He's found, as Josh has insisted, Canadian beers to be a bit more consistent than American ones. So his little brother may or may not be surprised by the fact that he returns from the ship with two frosty bottles of Molson.

He passes one to the kid and then has himself a seat in the dirt.

[brother_alone]

"....I used t'get these all the time back home."

Josh holds the bottle over his head a moment, looking through the colored glass at the liquid safely sequestered inside as though it were an alien artifact. He flexes his back before pulling himself upright in one swift motion so he needs not put down the beer for even a moment.

Of course, getting it open is even nicer and Josh takes a long sip before he says anything else.

"....Do you ever miss Corellia?" Seemingly a random question, but Josh rarely doesn't have a reason when he asks anything, unless he's having an episode.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"Sort of."

He shrugs and twists off the cap of his beer. It kind of annoys Han that you can't easily tell the difference between the bottles that are just going to come open for you and the one's you need an opener for. At least make them two different colors or something ...

"I think people who had a home and a family and a nice life feel more attached to their planet than I do." He says. It's easier to put it in terms of what everyone else has and not what he didn't have. "My real home is the ship."

[brother_alone]

"Yeah, I know that feel."

Of course by most definitions Josh had everything. A home, family, money...he never went without for things. It was the emotional distance that hurt him. The shame his parents held for his mental problems. The isolation after his sisters deaths. Knowing, deep down, that he should have been the one to go. That it would have made his family so much better off. His friends too. If he...

The bottlecap clinks with a little chime as it smacks against the bottle. Josh had been tapping it rather hard, lost in his own thoughts. He sighs and takes a long gulp of his beer as though the familiar taste will wash all of the sadness away. Though he knows he'd need more than a beer to do that, it helps.

"Ship's a good place. I like her." Josh affirms quietly. He's not going back. He doesn't want to go back. There's nothing waiting for him there. Not a goddamn thing. "Wish I could brag and say it's not as cool as the Bro Zone, but well. That's a fucking shack. No contest."