Every Dok has a doctor...or at least a doctor's son

[shut_up_wesley]

Who: Wesley and Dok
What: A rather curious, if worrying reunion
Where: Dok's house
When: Mid-Afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete/Closed

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[shut_up_wesley]

Far too used to such teasing Wes laughed along--he'd always get over-excited at the thought of a new project, and immediately he was working out why a canon ball could have collapsed the shield.

"Sounds like whatever you were using to hold in all of that mass didn't have a stable gravity feild. If you generated a graviton beam and used that to brace the structure..." Wes jotted down a few equations in the margin of his homework and passed the paper over to Dok, "like that, then it should be able to hold no matter what passes through, the only catch being the size of the wormhole event can only be as large as the matrix the beam is able to support. And, I probably have the spare parts for a generator in what's left of the garage if you want to test it."

He shook his head when Dok called his mother observant. "Observant enough to know when what I was building could be dangerous...that's a...bit of a long story. Let's just say it's the reason I never drink." A small, half-nervous chuckle passed his lips at the memory. Nope, never drinking again.

[ridokulous]

Dok couldn't help the swell of affection that followed the fact that Wes was laughing too. Always taking the teasing in stride. Although, he would be wrong in the assumption of cannon balls -- while they had indeed been shot from a type of cannon, the rounds themselves were explosive bullets rather than pure iron spheres. Nothing about what they faced had been normal -- nor was anything that they employed -- so he would likely need to do a lot of explaining when he went into detail.

As Wes spoke, Dok listened intently, the heart monitor beeping at a slow, relaxed level for the first time in a long time. His consciousness was still somewhat hazy, but he could listen to Wesley ramble on for hours. It was one of the most relaxing things he could hear in a situation like this.

Although, muddled as his mind was, he could still grasp the concepts being given to him, especially when they were drawn out and held out for him to take. "That's a brilliant conclusion," he replied as he took the paper and looked it over, unable to hide a snicker at the juxtaposition of the page -- wormhole technology on the margin of homework that was almost elementary by comparison.

And, somewhere, he realized that even the boy's penmanship was somehow endearing. The thought caused his smile to brighten for only a moment before he wiped it away, though not entirely, as he turned his attention back to the situation at hand.

"Really, I'm constantly amazed by the ideas that you have," he admitted genuinely as he studied the paper, "For so long I've been the only one to come up with things like this, but I've always fallen somewhat short, you know? Whether it was because of time constraints or because something wasn't clicking because I was dealing with things so ahead of my time. I can't count the occasions wherein I was missing one part of an equation and didn't have anyone to go to in order to check over my work and correct my mistakes or tell me what I've overlooked. So, to have you here, it's a real relief. It's like finding a missing puzzle piece."

After he'd spoken, he handed the paper back. "A-Ah, but to answer your question, I'd really love to test it!" he answered, embarrassed about his rambling.

Of course, as the mention of why Wes didn't drink came up, Dok couldn't hide a laugh. "That is just so...like you," he said fondly through snickering, "Most kids your age get drunk and vandalize mailboxes or embarrass themselves, but you build something destructive."

"I know it probably wasn't funny at the time, and I really don't mean to laugh, but...I fail to see how this does anything to deter me from finding you anything but endearing."