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TW: Angst! MCD

Title: ~Oh Come On Now~

Ridge swallowed hard, bright blue eyes glancing towards the charger attached to Bebop’s energy cell. 'C'mon..' He pleaded with.. Himself? He was a demigod, yes, but he did not have the power to keep someone alive past their fated end. He’d been through this so many times before and he had numbed himself to it for a millennium. Until.. This stupid fucking robot.

Bebop, this idiotic robot who had always driven him up the wall. Who had pulled many an annoying prank on him (though his own revenge might’ve been worse at times..). This robot who had blown up their base how many times? This robot who had stuck by him even when he was an ass. This robot who had, somehow, wiggled his way past the barriers in Ridge’s heart. This fucking robot..

Bebop had been built a lot time ago. Been built to house the soul of a paralyzed soldier. This soldier, now in a robotic body, had forgotten all about his past, his family, his friends. Everything. He had started all over in this world and had built up a decent living for himself. Then Ridge had stumbled upon him and found him interesting, deciding to stay around for a bit. Then a few years. Then decades. Centuries. The demigod didn’t know why he stayed around for so long for a while until, one day, it clicked.

He had been building something for the robot. A powersuit, in order to let Bebop fly and lots of other cool stuff. He had one already and he felt weirdly obligated to make one for his companion. Not that the dumb dumb could’ve built it himself, so Ridge would’ve had to build it for him anyway.

Finishing the project, he called Bebop over, who complained about being pulled away from his task, before tossing the equipment at him. The robot had quickly attached it to himself and was soon zooming into the air, flying about their base willy nilly and laughing the whole time.

"Look at me!" He’d called to Ridge. "I’m flying, Ridge! Just like a rocket! This is so cool!"

He’d been so ecstatic and happy that Ridge couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. He reached a hand up to cover the expression and he felt his heart skip a beat as he watched the silly robot enjoy himself.

'W-What..?' He’d thought to himself at the time, eyes widening. 'No.. Not this moron.' The demigod continued watching and his smile grew softer, letting out a snort of laughter suddenly as Bebop missed his target and fell into the pond. 'He is kinda cute though.. Fuck.'

And so Ridge had stayed for another century or so. Time was hard to keep track of, honestly. He was old, after all. Old as balls. However, Bebop was old too. His robotic body had started to deteriorate. Ridge built him new parts every so often, not really worried about it. Until he realized that he had to keep making more and more parts, sooner and sooner. Less time between the repairs. Bebop had also started sounding more and more tired as well.

One day, whilst the two were out flying through the air and just enjoying their newly modified jet packs, Bebop had.. glitched. He froze up and started plummeting towards the ground. It took a moment for Ridge to notice before he’d turned and fell after the robot, catching him and bringing him down back to the base. He’d laid Bebop on his repair table and checked over him, his heart beating faster and faster as Bebop remained still. Lifeless.

"Bebop.. Goddamn it Bebop, wake up!"

After a few minutes, Ridge tried something drastic. Using defibrillators, he sent a shock of electricity throughout Bebop’s body.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Nothing.

"Come on you asshole!"

Again.

Finally, Bebop’s visor lit up and he shuddered. “Fuck man! The hell are you doing? You trying to kill me or something?”

Ridge ignored him, instead wrapping his arms around the robot and pulling him close, crushing him against his chest, eyes shut tightly.

"H-Hey Ridge. You okay?" The robot patted the demigod’s back awkwardly before looking around him. "When did we get back to the base? We were just outside, zipping around with our nifty new jet packs. What happened?"

Ridge pulled back and looked at Bebop. “You froze up.” His voice was slightly hoarse and he cleared his throat. “You froze up and started falling so I caught you and brought you back here. You wouldn’t wake up so I used these,” He gestured to the paddles at the side of the table, “To send shocks through you. You finally woke up.” He still had his hands clutching to Bebop’s shoulders tightly.

Bebop was quiet for a moment and then he tilted his head. “How long has it been Ridge?” He paused before continuing. “Since we met? It’s been so long, it’s hard to remember the beginning.” He let out a small laugh. “Remember that one time when you set my bar on fire so I killed that one minotaur? Yeah. That was great.”

Ridge nodded, his lips curled into a small, slightly forced smile. “Yeah, I remember. You a-hole.”

Bebop laughed again before glancing at his power levels in the upper right hand corner of his visor. “It’s been a long time, huh?” He paused again. “Centuries, right? That’s a real fucking long time.” Bebop looked up at Ridge and the demigod could hear it in his voice. “I’m so tired, Ridge. Fucking exhausted, really.” 

Blip.

Glancing at his power levels again, Bebop sighed. “Man. Y’know. We’ve had a real good run. We had lots of fun. I had lots of fun. You’re an ass, but you provide good entertainment.” He chuckled and met Ridge’s eyes again. “I..” Another sigh. “I think it’s time.”

Ridge blinked, his heart skipping a beat. “Time for.. what? What do you mean?” His grip tightened on Bebop unconsciously.

'No..'

Laying back, Bebop stretched a bit before looking up at the far ceiling of their base. “You know what I mean, Ridge.”

'No..'

"No, I don’t. I don’t want to. Here, I can tell your power is low so let’s get you hooked up to a charger, okay?" Ridge turned away and went over to  a chest, opening it and pulling out a device. He brought it over to the robot and gestured at him. "C’mon, open it up."

"Ridge, this won’t -"

"Just do it." Ridge wouldn’t look at Bebop, holding out the cable impatiently. Bebop saw his hand shaking and sighed.

"Alright alright." Popping open the compartment on his arm, Bebop took the cable and plugged it into its designated slot. There was a small spark of energy, but it faded fast. There was quiet for a moment. "It’s not going to work this time, Ridge." Bebop spoke quietly, looking up at the demigod. Ridge still wouldn’t look at him. "Ridge."

'No…'

"Shut up Bebop. Just.. give it time alright?" Ridge turned away and stared at the far wall. "It’s worked every time before now so why wouldn’t it work now?"

"Because, Ridge, it just won’t. This body is too old. I’m too old. My soul is too old, Ridge." Bebop pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring at the back of the demigod’s head. He was frustrated. "I wasn’t meant to live this long and you know it."

"Shut up!" Ridge turned back to the robot, his coat whipping behind him and his eyes red. "Just shut up Bebop!" He stepped closer. "You’re a robot, Bebop. Robots can last forever. We can just build you an entirely new body and you’ll be fine. Everything will be fine!"

Bebop shook his head. “No it won’t, Ridge. We both know that isn’t true. I was just a plain old human before I was given this body. My soul is mortal. And it is tired. I’m so fucking tired, Ridge!” He shouted, gripping Ridge’s arm tightly. “I can’t fucking last forever okay? I am going to die, Ridge!” The robot turned his head to the side. “I WANT to die, Ridge.”

Bebop was shoved back against the wall, Ridge towering over him, his hands gripping Bebop’s shoulders tightly, crushingly. “No!” The demigod growled, eyes blazing brightly. “I won’t let you! I will not let this happen! I refuse! I can’t-..” He choked and his grip loosened slightly as his body sagged. “I won’t do this again.. Not with you.” Ridge choked back a sob before letting his head fall. He muttered under his breath quietly, too quiet for Bebop to hear.

"What? What did you say?"

"I said that I love you, you asshole!" Ridge looked up again, meeting Bebop’s sight. A tear streamed down his face, followed by a second and a third.

Bebop froze, staring back at Ridge in silence for a moment. “Y-You.. Love me?”

Nodding warily, Ridge let his head fall again, tears dripping from his chin onto Bebop’s chest. Another moment passed before Bebop reached up an arm, nudging Ridges’ face up and brushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’re a mess.” Ridge snorted and rolled his eyes before freezing as Bebop leaned forward, bumping the area where his lips would be against Ridge’s own actual lips.

"Sorry…" Bebop whispered. "I’d kiss you for real if I had a mouth."

Ridge choked out a laugh, keeping his lips against the cool metal of Bebop’s face. It quickly warmed and it felt almost like actual skin. Like an actual kiss. “This is good enough for me.”

They stayed like this for a few minutes before Bebop let out a long sigh, sagging back against the wall. “I’m.. So tired Ridge. So damn tired.” Letting the robot slip back down onto the table to lie on it, Ridge gripped Bebop’s hand tightly in his own. His eyes closed and he spoke quietly.

"Just.. Give me a week. A week to see if I can find or do anything to help." His voice broke and he cleared his throat. "Please, Bebop?"

Bebop was silent a moment before he nodded. “Okay Ridge. You can do that.”

That week passed by so quickly. Ridge read through so many texts. Did so much research. He spent nearly all of his time by Bebop’s side. The robot laid on the table and watched him. They conversed quietly, talking about old memories. Sharing thoughts on things that they hadn’t shared before. Ridge compared components. Even tried building Bebop a new body out of state of the art parts.

It didn’t take.

On the last day, Ridge just sat with Bebop, holding his hand against his cheek. They talked more. Discussed things. Confessed. Ridge’s heart ached the whole time, the pain growing sharper and more unbearable as time ticked away.

When it had reached evening, Bebop tugged on Ridge’s sleeve. Ridge looked at him, a lump in his throat. “Ridge? I don’t really wanna be stuck on this cold, hard table for my last few hours. Can you take me to the bed?” Ridge nodded.

"Of course."

Slipping his arms underneath the robot, Ridge picked him up easily, holding him against his chest. Bebop reached up to clutch to his shirt. Rising up into the air, Ridge slowly floated them across the floor towards Bebop’s room, feeling Bebop nuzzle into his shoulder, his grip tightening on the demigod’s shirt.

They reached the room and Ridge laid Bebop onto the bed carefully. Raising up, he felt a strong tug on his shirt. Bebop wasn’t letting go.

"Lay with me." The robot spoke quietly. "Please?"

Ridge positioned himself on the bed next to Bebop, keeping his arms around him as Bebop burrowed into his chest.

Moments passed as they just lay there, holding each other.

"It’s.. Hard to stay awake." Bebop whispered. His grip on Ridge was softening.

Ridge swallowed hard and he could feel the pillow beneath his cheek dampen. “It’s okay. You can sleep Bebop.”

The robot let out a slow sigh before tilting his head up at Ridge, the demigod falling in suit, their foreheads pressing against each other.

"Thank you.. Ridge…"

Ridge let out a small huff. “For what?”

"For everything…"

Bebop’s voice grew softer and softer.

"Everything, huh?" Ridge smiled, tightening his grip on Bebop.

"Mhm…"

Time ticked by in almost silence, the sound of Bebop’s robotic body slowing, before he spoke again. So quiet, but Ridge heard him clearly.

"I love you…"

The demigod swallowed and tilted his head up to press his lips against the robot’s forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too…"

Then there was perfect silence.