Part two of Galactic? 

Small note: In context, (like someone is speaking), if it is in italics, it means they are speaking Galactic, but both parties can understand it so it is written in English. And if it is underlined, it means they are speaking in sign language, and both parties know it.

Grian POV 

As Grian walked to the head watchers office, he slowly regained his hearing and was able to interact with blocks again. This was one of the positive things about being in the headquarters, it wasn't technically in any Minecraft world, so the watcher effects didn't work here to a certain degree. Grian could still only talk in Galactic, and he still had his wings, but the other effects were pointless and not needed. As Grian walked into the office of his superior, he knew immediately what choice he would make.

"Ah, Grian, here again, I see. Will it be the same choice again? Or are you going to choose something different?" The head watcher said as Grian walked into the room. 

"I am going to make a different choice. I want to-"

Mumbo POV

Mumbo was worried about Grian. They had been friends for a while, and he never mentioned that he was pretty much cursed? And yet he told Doc of all people. All the twenty-some-odd hermits were gathered in the bottom layer of Grian's base, and everyone had split up into little groups. The dead team was gathered by the potatube, whispering with one another and occasionally sending glances over to the alive team. False was over there too, though she didn't seem to be participating in the conversation. Mumbo, Iskall, and Bdubs were gathered on the opposite side near Grian's storage monster, coming up with ideas as to how they would dragon bro the next person. The rest of the alive team were sending nervous glances at both the dead team and the dragon bros, not wanting to be the next people on the list. 

"So we should dragon bro Doc next as he knows Grian pretty well it seems. I was thinking maybe we could-" Iskall was saying

"Just a second guys, I need to do something," Mumbo interrupted, breaking off from the small group and jogging over to where the alive team was near Grian's nether portal. "Hey Doc, can I talk to you for a second?" Mumbo asked. 

"Yeah, sure. This is about Grian, I assume?" Doc replied, breaking off from his small group of the alive. Mumbo led Doc up to the aviary Grian had set up so that no one would interrupt. 

"Yeah, I was wondering, how long have you known this about Grian? I mean, it must take a while to learn Galactic, and you were speaking it pretty fluently, as well as the sign language." Mumbo asked

"I've known that Grian was a watcher since the first time he died. He didn't know what was going on, and I found him panicking at spawn. And yeah, it took a very long time to become fluent in Galactic, as it is a dead language, so the only way I could learn what it sounded like was from Grian. " Doc replied. "Grian never told anyone else because he didn't want to advertise that he was extremely powerful when he was like that, I won't say how powerful, but he was the admin of Evo, so that's a good amount of power right there."

"Oh. I can see that. And his wings explain why Grian is so good at flying." Mumbo replied, not knowing really what to say. "Where is Grian right now?"

"Well, he had to go to the head watcher to make his choice. In the past, he's always gone back to normal, but I have a feeling that is going to change."

"Grian!" Mumbo heard someone call from the center of the base. "Wait, he still can't hear us. Oops."

Doc turned and ran over to where Grian was standing near his beacon. He quickly signed something to Grian, and Grian signed something back. "Grian says that you are all welcome to stay for the night, and he will explain everything when he can speak again tomorrow afternoon," Doc announced. Mumbo looked outside Grian's base to see that the sky was dark, and there were stars glimmering in the distance. Grian walked over to his messy storage system and started going through all the shulkerboxes and chests scattered around. He started pulling out beds, wool, and wooden planks, as well as a few dyes. He put down the beds as he found them, signing something to Doc. "Grian says that you guys can take the beds and move them to where ever you want. He is going to make some more as there obviously isn't enough."

Mumbo waited until everyone else had a bed before taking one for himself, waiting to see where Grian was going to be sleeping. Mumbo felt protective over Grian, and he wanted to stay close to him. Mumbo saw that Grian was sleeping near where Iskall had set up his bed, so Mumbo went over to the other two Architechs and fell asleep. In the morning, when Mumbo woke up, he saw that everyone else was awake, and he was the last one to wake up. "So, what are we doing while we wait for Grian to go back to normal?" Mumbo asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

"Well, I was thinking that we could help Grian organize his storage system a little. We might also be able to make a redstone one for him, who knows!" Iskall replied.

"Sounds fun, let's go ask Doc to ask him." The redstone architechs walked over to where Doc and Grian were standing, the two of them signing quickly. "Hey, Doc, can you ask Grian if he would let us sort his chests?"

"Sure." Doc signed the question to Grian, who nodded and signed back. "Grian says that that is okay, and if you guys want, you can automate it."

"Great, thanks!" Mumbo and Iskall went off to Grian's storage system, Grian and Doc going back to their original conversation. 

Doc POV

"How has nobody noticed that we are dating?" Grian signed with a smile, "I mean, we haven't really been hiding it."

"Yeah, I mean, how didn't they get suspicious when I had known about what happens when you die, and that I had known for a while?" Doc replied, with a small laugh, before immediately becoming more serious, "Well, now that everyone knows about this, should we tell them?"

"I think that we should tell them that we are dating, but not how long. I mean, don't you think they would get a little mad when they learn that we had been dating during the war and the Area 77 vs hippies thing?"

"I don't want to keep too much from them, but yeah, we probably shouldn't tell them that. It's been long enough so that they shouldn't get too suspicious."

"You can go talk to Ren if you want, Doc. I can go watch Mumbo and Iskall sort out my storage system and make an automated one." Grian signed with a small smile. 

"No, it's okay, I'll watch with you, and maybe jump in once they get to the redstone part," Doc responded, starting to walk over to the massive mess of chests and shulker boxes with Grian. 

"Hey, Doc! Want to come to hang out with us?" Ren called

"Sorry Ren, since I'm the only one who can communicate with Grian at the moment, I'd prefer to stay with him," Doc replied, "We can hang out later though!" Doc and Grian sat down on an empty chest, just watching Mumbo and Iskall attempt to sort through Grian's chests. 

"Ugh, why is there iskallium in here with the diorite," Iskall asked, holding some diorite in disgust. He took out some flint and steel and lit a small fire, throwing the diorite into it, putting it out after he was sure that the diorite was burned. "There, all taken care of."

"Doc, tell Iskall that I needed that diorite." Grian signed, looking a little annoyed.

"Hey, Iskall, Grian told me to tell you that he needed that diorite for something." Doc relayed, smirking a little. "I think you might need to go mining and replace it." He added, smirking a little.

Iskall paled, not wanting to have to touch any more diorite than he needed to. "Um, sorry Grian, do I really have to go get more for you?"

"Doc, stop torturing him. But tell him that yes, he needs to get more for me as a punishment. This is my storage system, not his, and he isn't allowed to get rid of any blocks."

"Grian says that yes, you do have to replace it, and you aren't allowed to get rid of any of the blocks in his storage system," Doc said. 

"Fine..." Iskall groaned before getting back to work. They were just sorting everything out, the redstone would come later. 

Grian POV

Grian just sat and watched, for how long, he didn't know. Doc jumped in to help Mumbo and Iskall once they started actually making the storage system. Grian was entranced by how well the three worked together on the redstone, them all knowing the design like the back of their hand. Grian ignored all the hermits, he had to, he couldn't hear them, nor could he read lips, and they couldn't understand sign language. Doc had left his phone on the chest next to Grian, and it vibrated, glowing with a new notification, which was that a timer had finished. Grian grinned, the timer meant he would start turning back. He got up and walked over to Doc, flapping his wings to get up to the top of the system where Doc was standing. He quickly signed, "The timer just went off, I can already feel myself being able to interact with things again."

"Really? Has it already been 24 hours?" Doc signed back, then jumped off the storage system, rolling to reduce the damage, walking over to check his phone. "Your hearing should come back in a minute"

"It's already starting to come back. I can kinda hear everyone, but it's like I have headphones on." Grian said, still unable to speak English.

"Well, your wings are going to go away soon, then you can speak English again, then we get to explain everything to the Hermits," Doc replied, also in Galactic, seeming not to want anyone to understand, though no one had really noticed yet.

"My wings aren't going to go away this time, Doc," Grian informed, glad of the decision he made.

"You chose to keep them?"

"Yeah, now that everyone knows what happens when I die, and I really do like my wings," Grian replied with a smile, knowing that the hermits would accept him keeping his wings, even if Tango would loose his top customer in fireworks. 

"Can't argue with that, plus, maybe now you'll be able to keep up with me when I fly around in storms! Oh, and only thirty seconds until you stop speaking Galactic since you are keeping your wings."

"That's great! I can't wait to be done with all of this" Grian said, switching languages mid-sentence. "And here it is! Hey guys! I can speak English again!" Grian called to the rest of the hermits, who all swarmed towards the duo, rapidly asking questions. "Okay, let's slow down guys! Sit down, and ask your questions one at a time." Grian sat down on the chest he was sitting on earlier, his wings folded on his back, out of view of the hermits. Doc sat next to him, and the other hermits finding other places to sit, some people just placing a block to sit on those. Grian leaned into Doc, who in turn put an arm around Grian's shoulder, not even trying to hide their relationship anymore. (I want to draw this now... Let me just put that on my list...) 

"Okay, one at a time, and one question each. Raise your hands." Doc instructed, and all the hermits immediately raised their hands. "Mumbo, what's your question?"

"Grian, where did you go after you stopped being able to interact with blocks? You just disappeared."

"Well, I had to go to the Watcher Headquarters to make my choice on what would happen when I turned back"

Iskall raised his hand, "what did you choose?" He asked

Grian spread his right-wing out just enough for the hermits to see it, before closing it again. "What do you think?" He asked back. The questioning was on. Grian received questions on the watchers and his life before Hermitcraft. No one asked about him and Doc until Ren asked his question.

"Ren, what is your question?" Doc asked tiredly, the questioning had been going on for a while.

"Are you two dating?" Ren asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Finally!" Grian exclaimed, leaning back and almost falling off the chest, Doc catching him before he fell off. "We haven't exactly been hiding it this whole time you've been asking questions, you guys are just oblivious."

"How long have you been dating then?" Xisuma asked

"Uh, I can't remember, and I don't think Doc does either."

"Can you at least give an estimate? Was it before or after the Area 77 vs Hippies?"

Grian sent a frantic look at Doc, subtly signing, "What do we do?"

"Answer the questions, and explain that it was all for fun, as it was" Doc signed back, trying not to make it obvious. "Before that," He said out loud. 

"Before or after the civil war?"

"Before," Grian replied, not excited for their reaction. 

"Before or after the season started?"

"Right before, I believe, right Doc?"

"Yeah, I think it was about then, and the Civil War and Area 77 vs Hippies, was mostly just because we had an argument, then everyone else joined in and it became a really big thing."

"Seriously?! That's and mega oof" Iskall chimed in, before laughing with everyone else.

Third Person Objective

All the hermits went off to their bases, satisfied with the answers they got, and went to learn sign language the best they could, so they could talk to Grian after he dies. Everyone accepted Grian and Doc's relationship pretty easily, as well as Grian's new wings, even if Tango was a little down about losing his top costumer. All was well.

Thanks for reading the second part of Galactic?! This took way longer than it should have, but it is here now, and I'll have another one-shot out soon! Also, it would be amazing if you could give me some feedback on some of my drawings in my book of drawings!

Thanks for Reading

~Niza