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¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-10 07:51:00

Thanks so much, again. I owe you.
Who: Kevin Flynn and Tinkerbell
When: Sometime in August
Where: Tink’s Mechanic shop
What: Bike needs a piece
Rating/Warning: low/none
Status: complete


Kevin Flynn loved his motorcycle. He rode it to work nearly every day he was required to be in. But today, it seemed, it didn't love him back. The ten year old Ducati was showing her age and had stopped dead while he'd been at a red light. Now Kevin was walking the motorcycle to the curb, where fortuitously there was a garage a hundred feet away.

Kicking out the kickstand he "parked" it and strolled over to the open garage as if he'd meant to arrive there. "Hello?"

Tink was working on a very, very, very expensive car. It was some seven digit model, owned by Remy LeBeau. Thankfully, the work she had to do to the thing was all cosmetic. He’d crashed into a motorcycle, and needed to have the exterior fixed. It would have been a shame to have to replace pieces from the fantastic engine. She was banging out the dents with extreme caution. So far she hadn’t had to order any pieces. Everything was coming out. It was… lucky, really.

When the guy pulled up with his motorcycle--or, well, walked up with it?--Tink turned to give him a smile. “Hi there!” she called out, then climbed out from under the car. “How can I help you?”

Kevin wasn’t a sexist man, but he had to admit he was more than a bit surprised to see a female mechanic. And as he glanced about seemingly the only mechanic.

“Hi,” he said warmly. “Well, I was on my way to work when, uh, my baby out there,” he gestured towards the entrance to the garage where his poor motorcycle stood, “just decided to die on me. Thankfully it just happened to be right out here, so no need to pull out the triple A card.” He chuckled charmingly, blue eyes ever sparkling with humor.

Tink leaned over to look out into the lot and saw the bike. She broke into a bright grin. “I drive the same bike. Ducati. Only, mine’s a 2010.” She said, giving him a smile. “Sure, let’s go take a look and see what’s up.” She tucked the cloth into her pocket and started to walk toward the bike.

Kevin followed. "You have a Ducati too huh? Nice to find a fellow enthusiast. My wife thinks I'm crazy driving it to work all the time." He chuckled. "She's old but I wouldn't trade her in for anything." Kevin moved his hands to stick in back pockets he suddenly realized didn't exist considering he was wearing dress pants. He was in a grey suit because there was a board meeting in a half hour. He suddenly remembered that fact and checked his watch. All right, there was a board meeting that would be happening without him in fifteen minutes.

The comment 'she's old but I wouldn't trade her in for anything' confused Tink. Probably more than a comment like that should confuse a normal person. Then again, Tink wasn't exactly normal. Her social skills were not the best.

"Wait, your wife or your bike?" Tink asked, in all seriousness. Of course he wouldn't trade away a wife, right? ...right?

Tink bent down by the bike and started her inspection. Then came the diagnosis. Then the good news and bad news. "All right, I've got a feeling I can handle the repair," she said to the man once she'd figured out what the problem was. "...the bad news is that I have to order a part."

Kevin laughed good heartedly. “Sorry! My bike! Not my wife. She’s young and beautiful and I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”

He watched as the young mechanic looked over his motorcycle, hoping it wasn’t going to be too big a deal. But when she said she had to order a part, he looked a bit crestfallen. “Aw man, really?” He sighed heavily and looked at his watch again. “Well, the good thing is I don’t have to physically be at my meeting now since I’m ‘stranded’. The bad news is, I still have to attend, it’s just gonna have to be remotely.” There was no way he was taking public transportation, whose routes and bus numbers he didn’t know. He could call car service, but any excuse to not be there was one he was willing to take. “How long do you think it’ll be?”

“Ohhh.” Tink said, and gave a little laugh herself. That was a silly mistake to make? Wasn’t it? In any case, she felt a bit silly to have made it.

“You can use the office… I mean, there’s wifi. I set it up.” Tink said, offering with a wave of her hand. “But the AC isn’t working in there, so you might want to keep the door propped open.” She turned to look at the bike. “Well, I can call around and see who has the part that I need.”

"Well that's very generous of you..." Kevin glanced around for the aforementioned office when something caught his eye. "Whoa..is that?" He walked over to the luxury sports car, gawking. "I really need to update my toys." It was more to himself than anyone. Kevin didn't usually take a keen interested in cars the way he did motorcycles, and for all his wealth he still preferred a more spartan lifestyle compared to his companion billionaires. But this car was gorgeous, despite her dings.

Tink nodded, moving along behind the gentleman. She realized she still didn't know his name. Strange. That should be the first thing she learned about people! But anyway, she was beaming brightly. "I KNOW." She said, reaching a hand out to tenderly touch the hood of the car. "...if you've got a million dollars hanging around to spare," she added, almost longingly. "Just doing some cosmetic work on her. Good thing, too, because it would be ... really intimidating, to say the least, to work on her engine."

They both stared at the car longingly a moment before Kevin's cell phone rang, a jarring sound against the moment of silence. "Exterminate! Exterminate!" screamed angrily in a robot's voice from the Android phone. He swiped a finger across the screen and put it to his ear. "Hello," it almost sounded like "yellow" the way he said it. "Yeah uh I won't be able to make it. My bike broke down in the middle of town. Nonono, traffic is impossible. Forget it. No! Not the meeting I mean me being there. I can do it remotely. This kind young lady at the mechanic shop I'm at says they have wifi. Yep. Yeah. Okay." He hung up and looked at the young woman. "You know I never did get your name. Hi, I'm Kevin Flynn." He smiled broadly and stuck out a hand to shake.

Tink lifted a hand to clamp over her mouth at the Dalek ringtone. She was grinning brightly behind it, though--you could see it in her eyes--and did her best not to eavesdrop. “Tink.” She said, then lowered her hand and repeated herself as she shook his hand. “My friends call me Tink. C’mon this way, I’ll show you the office. It’s fairly comfortable, but I wouldn’t brave the coffee if I was you.”

Kevin chuckled and shook her hand, then followed as she led the way. "Thanks for the heads up." The garage was old, but well maintained. "You like Doctor Who, huh?" Her reaction hadn't gone unnoticed.

“Who doesn’t like Doctor Who?” Tink asked, giving him a little smile as she led the way to the office. She had to wake up the computer, make sure everything was working properly so he could attend his meeting. “I mean, we all remember our first Doctor, right? Isn’t that what they say?”

“That is what they say,” Kevin grinned. He already could tell the computer was an older model than what he was used to. He hoped the video chat would work out okay. He’d use his cell phone as the camera and hook it up from there.

“So who was your first Doctor?” Kevin said, leaning back against the desk as she fussed with the computer.

Yeah, the Old Man who owned the place only gave Tink so much money to work with in the Office to upgrade the technology. He insisted that they use a legal pad for receipts and a rotary phone for everything else--though, Tink was bringing things up to speed. Slowly but surely.

“Baker,” Tink said, breaking into a smile. “But I think every girl is susceptible to the charms of Ten and Eleven. The new stuff. so good.”

“Baker? Which one, Tom or Colin?” He was surprised she even bothered with going that far back into Doctor Who history. A lot of the young people who worked for him watched starting with Eccleston’s Ninth Doctor. He would overhear their conversations in passing during lunch or at random. He chuckled at her comment about the later Doctors. “Aw what, no Eccleston? I liked Tennant. Not as crazy about Smith though. But I liked how they tied things with him and Twelve.”

He watched her and as soon as he saw the desktop realized something. “Oh God, please tell me that’s not Windows XP. You know they stopped posting service packs and updates for that, right?” He wasn’t so sure he’d be able to do the meeting with anything other than his phone now.

“Pfft.” Tink said, giving him an oh, please sort of a look. “I’m running Linux. God, the crap that Windows is dishing out lately? Make me yack.” She turned the thing on, clicked in the password, and pulled up Chrome. “...you need a webcam?”

Kevin realized she was right as he studied the screen closer. He laughed at her reaction. "Well that's a relief. So you know Linux and engines? Impressive." At the request for a webcam he nodded. "Might as well. Can preserve my phone battery."

Kevin had to admit, he was impressed. He hadn’t expected the mechanic to also be enough of a computer geek to know the sense in using Linux over Windows. He chuckled. “That is very true.” He watched her work on the computer and when she offered the webcam he nodded. “Sure, that’d be great, Tink. Appreciate that.”

“No problem.” Tink grabbed it out of the drawer and hooked it all up. “The Old Man who owns the place gets freaked out when there are too many gadgets around, so I keep a bunch of extra stuff in the drawers and whatnot.” She explained, hooking up wires and the like. “...Here you go.” She said, stepping back. “I’ll get to work on the bike. You give me a holler if you need anything else.”

Kevin smiled gratefully up at Tink as he sat down. A few clicks of keys and a webpage brought up and he was nearly ready for the conference call. “Thanks so much, again. I owe you.”

“Hey, no big deal. Anything for another Ducati lover.” Tink said, giving him a grin and a wink, then she headed out of the office to leave him in peace.