Yard, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Don't ask where Jack got his bitchin' leather jacket, or the motorcycle he worked on while he wore it. What was important was, they looked awesome. And as for the grease on his hands, that was just another tool to get his pompadour more firmly in place.

He hummed a Bill Haley tune to himself as he polished the bike's chassis. As soon as his ride was fixed, he was going to be zapping through Fandom like a bat out of h-e-double hockey sticks.

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[not_a_whiner]

"Tell them, not until you're married, son," Kaidan said sternly.

[bitten_notshy]

"Of course not, Mr. A," Jack said, with a solemnity that turned to a delighted grin as he tightened the whatsit one last time. "I think this old thing may just be streetworthy again."

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan patted the Jackson Pollock-esque construction proudly. "We did good," he agreed. "Now you hurry on and get that apple pie, Jack."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'll give you the biggest slice," Jack said, and .... kind of straddled the thing and pushed it down the road with his feet.

Though if you asked him, we was speeding away.