We Work Well Together (Somehow)

Chapter 2: Trust, Strength, And Vulnerability

Don't ask Megavolt how it happened, he doesn't know. What he does know is that one day FOWL was something he didn't think much about, and the next day they're his sworn enemies.

Maybe they tried to take over the city, maybe they pissed off Negaduck, maybe Steelbeak broke a few too many streetlamps in his last car chase — it doesn't really matter.

What matters is that Megavolt is surrounded by too many Eggmen with too many guns, three more popping up for each one he fries. They're drones, willing to risk anything for the cause of their superiors, while he delights in his individuality — which unfortunately means they have the sort of numbers that make very little impossible, while he really doesn't.

He only has four; Quackie's hammer smashes through helmets, leaving the goons dazed; Bushbrain is proving himself stronger than any of them thought, with a good deal of people tangled high above the battlezone in his vines; Negaduck... Well, the less said about what Negaduck is doing the better, but Megavolt has never been happier to hear that chainsaw.

And Liquidator is doing what he does best: freezing tanks and weapons solid, then smashing them to pieces. It's terrifying, honestly, to think what any one of them could do if they were a tad more homicidally inclined.

A laser beam flies pass him, barely an inch from his head, and Megavolt responds with a bolt shot in the direction he thinks it came from. The blue glow of his powers barely flash, he doesn't have much charge left. He knows the others are getting tired as well; Bushroot has never had much stamina, Quackie hasn't made a single joke in ages, even Negaduck has to feeling it by now (though he's pretty sure both Masked Mallards are capable of fighting through any level of exhaustion short of a coma).

Normally, tiredness isn't something one attributes to The Liquidator; he could spend a week changing his size, bending into impossible shapes, dodging blows and not even think of sleeping. But Megavolt knows better, knows that changing his temperature so extremely, so quickly is the one thing that really tires the aquatic dog out. None of them can keep this up.

A growl from Liquidator and the sound of rushing waves is all the warning Megavolt gets before a wall of water comes barreling down the street, sweeping up everything in its path. He scrambles up one of the larger Eggman, jumping off him to hang from a street lamp right as the flood reaches him, legs pulled close to avoid the surface of the water.

Megavolt has been asked before why he's willing to be anywhere near Liquidator, much less work with him. Most of the time, he can't honestly answer, not really remembering much beyond a vague feeling that they work well together; this is typically met with disbelief, as using them against each other is a frequently-used tactic amongst their enemies.

He looks up at the vines crisscrossing the skyscrapers, Bushroot expanded and unraveled to the point of representing both spider and web, enemies and civilians alike caught up in his clutches (he always sneaks civilians out, the big softie). Megavolt watches Quackie panic and Negaduck rage as both are lifted out of the water, and he remembers. Sometimes, strength and weakness are the exact same thing.

He doesn't have much charge left, but he has enough to end it. A deep breath, a tiny whimper of dread, and he simply lets go. He processes Likky's shouts of pain a second before he himself is lost in a world of lightning, water, and agony.

It's over in minutes, every eggman knocked out cold, every weapon utterly fried. The flood recedes, Liquidator going with it, leaving an exhausted Megavolt slumped on the sidewalk.

He wakes up at the greenhouse, safe and warm. One of the others must have grabbed him, he dimly realizes, mind still sluggish.

Negaduck's ranting about FOWL, making some plan or other to show them who runs the city. Bushroot is pretending to listen, really just tending his plants. Quackie is chastising him for getting himself shorted out, or maybe he's congratulating him on ending the battle — he's talking too fast and hugging Megavolt too tightly for the rat to properly focus.

And Liquidator is... Megavolt has to take a second to find him, but finally spots the watery canine resting in the small rock pool Bushbrain installed for him. Megavolt swallows when they lock eyes, wondering if the other is mad at him.

But Likky just gives him a tired smile and a poorly-formed thumbs up, before sinking back into the pool with a bubbling yawn.

Megavolt relaxes, letting his eyes slip closed and his head fall against Quackie's shoulder. He doesn't worry about missing the plan, he knows the others will fill him in later. He as well doesn't worry about falling asleep while weak, decharged, and vulnerable — he knows the others will protect him, just like at the battle.

Because in the end, isn't that why they work well together? No matter the boneheaded move, no matter the risk, no matter the pain — they trust each other to be there, when it really counts.