Cyrus and Mari had been here for about a week and a half, Mari helped you make breakfast for the others.

Cyrus usually was up in Fear's room, getting worked on. But, once he was fixed, did that mean he and Mari would leave?

But you were loving the sunflower scented fluff ball! You didn't want him to leave yet.

Standing in the laundry room on a Sunday was normal, it was laundry day after all. You were currently folding one of Cupid's sweaters when Cyrus suddenly appeared in front of you.

You gasp and drop the laundry basket. "My goodness! Sir.Cyrus! You startled me!"

His face was as blank as ever as he stared down at you from his massive height. "Are you just a maid? Or can you fix things as well?"

"Well, my grandfather taught me a few things in his car repair shop a few years ago. Why do you ask?" You ask him, picking up the fallen basket.

He rolled his eyes. "Fear is out for the night. And I need someone who's not a complete idiot to finish up my final repairs."

"Oh, maybe I can help?" You smile, pulling your hair into a pony tail, hands on your hips in determination.

Cyrus pinches the bridge of his non nose. "You look ridiculous. Come now, I am not a patient monster."  He grabs you harshly by the wrist and drags you out of the laundry room.

Apparently Fear's room had a lab hidden in it? His room was rather nice, the walls lined with books almost like a second library.

Vintage furniture filled the room with spider themed trinkets and blankets. Even the rug in the center of the room looked like a spider web.

And it smelled of tea and old paper. Much like him.

Cyrus was growing impatient as he sat on the work bench. "Stop staring at his room with your mouth open. You'll catch flies."

You ignore his sass and sit in front of him. "Okay, what is it you need looked at?"

He begins to remove his shirt, your cheeks burn and you grab the hem of his leather jacket. "What are you doing!?"

He gives you his signature blank stare. "Nothing lewd. Get your mind out of the gutter, I am stripping my shirt so you can reach my rib cage. How else are you going to repair me? Lewd woman."

"O-oh! Of course.. How foolish of me.." You trail off, hands on your burning cheeks.

Finally with his shirt and jacket off, his bare ribcage laid before you. Completely cased by an ectoplasm stomach, which was oddly in shape. If he were human he would have a six pack.

The ribs underneath were iron steel, protecting wires, crossbeams and of course his voice box. His arms were completely metal besides his hands which were skeletal.

He was a sight indeed.

"All I need you to do is locate my balance drives and steady them. I'm sure you've noticed my not so delicate ways of walking like a fool." His eye twitched in annoyance.

"I would do it myself if I could. However, I need someone with smaller hands to reach in and find it. It is located by my hips."  His aqua eyes looked away from your dazed expression.

"Okay! I'll try my best! Um.. Is there anything I'm not supposed to touch?" You point to his waist.

He shakes his head. "Nothing but the speaker that allows me to speak. Don't touch my thighs either, that's where my batteries are."

Keeping that in mind, you salute him and put on some rubber gloves so he cannot shock you by accident.

His ecto case/stomach opens so you can access his software, it retreats into his back like a pod.

"Carry on."

He was warm, it must have been his heaters you think. Their mother must have been a tickerer, she did an amazing job on him. It was so simple.. Yet complex at the same time.

Being careful not to bump into any wires, you reached your hand into his torso, searching for the balance drives.

"Lower. That's my spine."

You squeak and quickly move your hands lower, it was getting warmer and warmer the lower you went.

Odd. And a little taboo.

Finally your fingers landed on a cold rectangle, it was tilted and twisted, and you could feel a wire or two out of place.

"Great. You've found it, now twist it back to it's normal position. Then rewire it so I can walk normally."

You nod, still flustered at being this close to his below the belt area, even though he was robotic, that didn't mean he wasn't built with certain things. You were careful not to brush up against his pelvis.

He hands you a pair of tweezers and a screw driver. "You'll need these you idiot."

Nodding again, you unscrew the two screws keeping the wires down. Setting the screwdriver to the side, you get a grip on the drive then twist it to the right, locking it in place.

Cyrus bit his 'lip' as you did so, cheek plates glowing aquamarine.

All that was left was the wires, taking the tweezers in your hands, you put the wires in their respected places. Blue to blue, red to red, green to green, and black to black.

Taking your hands back out, they sat in your lap, you look up at his slightly flushed face. "Feel better?"

Cyrus clears his throat and the ecto case/stomach latches to cover his rib cage and hardware.

"Let me test it. Move please."

You hop off the stool and step to the side, tossing the work gloves back on the work bench.

He stands with out shaking, which was a good sign. Finally he walks a full circle around the lab, without wobbling of tripping!

You smile. "I fixed you!"

He crosses his arms over his bare chest. "I supposed I should thank you for helping me. You're alright, for a human."  He cracks a slight smile that makes your cheeks flush.

He walks over and pats you on the head then retrieves his shirt. "We may visit you again. Sparky."  He winks before leaving the room, leaving you a flustered mess.