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Slipstream is not a babysitter.

WHO: Slipstream, Mokuba, and mini-Seto.
WHERE: KaibaCorp.
WHEN: Monday morning, bright and early.
WARNINGS: Slipstream + children?
SUMMARY: It's a normal day at the office...except that Seto is now a small child. WHAT DO
FORMAT: something...

Aside from Shockwave being a small human child, Slipstream had no reason to believe that this day at the office would be unlike any other. She arrived precisely fifteen minutes early as usual - no need to worry about traffic when you can fly - and booted up her computer to check her boss's calendar and take note of any messages. You know, normal secretary things.

Also she might have placed a new bug or two in his office.

Still, the usual cup of coffee and glass of chocolate milk were sitting ready on the desk for when the two Kaibas arrived. As usual.

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Mokuba held his brother's hand on the way up to their offices, glaring at the employees over his brother's head to get them to stop staring. They all knew enough by now to turn away hastily at his look.

"Slipstream!" he said, exiting the elevator. "Get Niisama chocolate milk."

Seto once again found himself being dragged around by his little brother. He only really had his hand back when he went to sleep. He'd been worried when Mokuba said he worked in an office that he'd be a boring salary man like papa, but this place was awesome! If Mokuba hadn't been pulling on him, he'd still be focused on the sculptures of the Blue Eyes outside.

He looked around interestedly for this 'robot' Mokuba had told him about, who was currently a human. He thought that she might have just been joking with Mokuba, but it would have been cool if she wasn't.

He stopped when the tugging on his arm did to look up at Slipstream. "You're the robot?" he asked.

She looked up when Mokuba exited the elevator.

And then did a double take when she saw the smaller boy with him, still recognizable as her actual boss.

Good thing she wasn't drinking anything, right?

"...Of course, I'll have them bring more chocolate milk right up. And yes, I was before I was brought here."

Her fingers tapped keys quickly, sending the request for another glass of chocolate milk, and she took the time to try and rein in her initial response of panic. Slag, what exactly was going on here? Really? Did he have to get himself de-aged or whatever?

"Don't forget that he's your boss, just because he's little," Mokuba admonished. "And don't forget that you were going to show me your lasers!"

Although he did know that part of why she wanted to show him was to annoy his brother. She'd still show him, right? They were friends, weren't they?

Seto was amused by Mokuba standing up for him like that. If he could reach, he would have ruffled his hair.

"Oh really?" he said, looking at Slipstream with amused skepticism. He was more likely to accept that she was a robot than his older self, but he was still a practical child. She needed proof to show that she wasn't a liar.

She just gave Mokuba a look in response. Of course he knew he was her boss. Did he really think she was that stupid?

"I didn't forget," came the dry reply. This was...going to be difficult. Both to wrap her mind around, and to resist shooting them both.

"And yes, really," Slipstream said to her child-boss. "But I doubt you'll believe me."

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Mokuba was appeased and smiled at Slipstream. "I think I have some shredding in my office. Can you use your lasers on it?"

"She can't use lasers," Seto said, having decided she was faking it. If she were a robot she should have been at least as cool as all of the blue eyes stuff around. But she was just a boring adult.

"Come on, I want to see the office."

Oh, this version of Seto was just as annoying as the adult one. Even moreso, if that was even possible. But Mokuba's question got a smirk out of her nonetheless.

"I'd be happy to take care of that for you," she replied. rising out of her chair.

Mokuba tugged his brother after Slipstream. "I wanna SEE this, Niisama!"

"Fine," Seto relented. Slipstream better have something up her sleave, because he wouldn't forgive her for getting his brother's hopes up.

She held the door open for the two of them with a little gesture, letting them precede her.

"Where are the things you would like shredded?"

Dropping his brother's hand, Mokuba dashed to the other side of the room and picked up the basket of things that he needed to shred but was too lazy to. He brought it over toe Slipstream and watched her with trusting expectation.

Mokuba's trusting expectation was contrasted by Seto's folded arms and the challenging expression he'd been shooting at Slipstream the whole time Mokuba was getting the papers.

"Let's see it," he said, fully expecting something on par with pulling a yen from behind Mokuba's ear.

Oh, Seto. How wrong you are. And it was a good thing the basket was metal.

She pointed a hand at the papers, a purple glow forming around it for a second before PEW. Laser. It was also quite loud, incidentally.

A second shot finished the job.

Mokuba eyes lit up.

"I'm never using a shredder again!"

Internally, Seto was as excited as his brother. However, not being nearly as extroverted, his reaction was just to stare in awe. That was pretty cool. She wasn't necessarily a robot, but if she had some gadget that was still cool.

Since she knew Seto surprisingly well, Slipstream knew he probably figured she was using a trick or device of some sort.

So, she removed her jacket and bracelets, leaving her arms bare all the way down. And then lasered the smoking ruins of the papers again.

Take that, skeptic-boy.

Mokuba also knew his brother quite well, but was too busy paying attention to the lasers to notice.

"And we'll go flying later, right?"

He didn't like the feeling that she knew what he was thinking. Fine, there wasn't anything up her sleeves. If he was as far in the future as the papers made it seem, maybe she was an android. They were supposed to have those by 2010 right?

"You can fly too?" Seto asked. "Why do they have you doing paper work?" If she was an android they would have had to have made her for some purpose.

"Not just paperwork. I also arrange schedules, meetings, people, messages, and other things. It's the job I signed up for."

She shrugged, not really sure what prompted him to ask that question. Did he think she was some sort of AI-type? Because that was totally not the case.

"And yes, I do fly."

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"You have to believe it, Niisama," Mokuba informed him. "I've seen it."

Seto was a little confused by why they were both so insistent that he believe this. He was a practical child, but also believed what he could see.

"Okay, okay," he said to assure Mokuba that he wasn't doubting him. "She's got lasers and can fly."

Maybe it's because the grownup version of yourself won't believe things even when he sees them, Seto.

Slipstream paused for a moment, eyeing the pair of them.

"Would you like to fly with me?"

"Niisama, can we?" Mokuba asked, automatically deferring to his older brother.

That was a good question. Something was telling him not to trust Slipstream too much.

But Mokuba looked really excited.

Slipstream may be pulling his leg.

But if she wasn't they would be flying.

Excited little brother and the chance to fly won out. If it wasn't another magic trick maybe she was pilot. Being in a personal jet would be so cool!

"Alright," he agreed. "As long as it's safe."

He didn't care if it was safe for him (he was 8 and therefore indestructible) but he had to be responsible for Mokuba.

Safe? Well, as safe as it would be to be carried. She'd have to do it without the flight suit - not that she carried it around with her most days anyway. No, that was for special occasions.

"Safe enough. One at a time, or will I have to figure out a way to take the both of you at once?"

On the other hand, it would be a nice getaway from the office that she was so tired of. Which would be wonderful.

Yesssss! Flying a go! Mokuba gave a whoop of delight and grabbed his brother in a gigantic hug.

Then he crossed the room in a single bound and hugged Slipstream too.

This completely didn't answer her question, but did he really care about that? No! He was going flying!

Seto felt an irrational surge of jealousy when Mokuba hugged Slipstream. Why was he doing that? They couldn't trust anyone except each other, did Mokuba forget that at some point?

He held it mostly in check, but his reply came out more strained. "Together," he said. He crossed the room to Mokuba and grabbed his arm. "We do everything together."

Human...hugs.

Slipstream just stood very awkwardly as Mokuba hugged her, looking like she wasn't quite sure what to do. Actually, there may have been a pleading look in Seto's direction before he pulled his brother away.

"I think I can manage that," she said, calculating weights and air speed and things. "When would you like to go?"

"Now?" He looked down at his brother in confusion, then hugged him again, an almost automatic method of comfort and assurance.

"If we wait, we won't actually do it. It's how that kind of thing works."

The hug worked to calm the irrational jealousy. As did the fact that Mokuba was still asking him to make the decisions. Even though Seto was just going to give in to whatever he wanted anyway.

"Sure," he shrugged. "Unless there's work to do." Even if he didn't know what work was supposed to be done here, he still felt a responsibility for it.

"Nothing at the moment," the femme replied a mite testily. She'd been taking care of everything, after all. She always did.

Besides, it wasn't like there were many non-child workers in the building today. All of the meeting were cancelled, the board decided that they didn't want to even try to come in, so there really wasn't much for the fun-sized CEO to work on.

"You'll want jackets. Even though it's warm out, it gets chilly in the sky."

Mokuba pulled his brother a little closer, enjoying being able to be the bigger one and hold him.

"I don't have a jacket," he said matter-of-factly. "Niisama said that by the time I needed one I'd need a bigger size, so he hasn't gotten me one yet."

"We have to find you something," Seto said in his grown up voice. He didn't need a jacket, but Mokuba did. He could handle the cold...probably..

"Or stay at lower altitudes."

"We'll stay at the lower altitudes, then." She sighed a little. Lower altitudes just weren't as fun. Still, it could be interesting. And a little entertaining for the two of them, especially since she clearly remembered Seto's displeasure at the first flight she'd taken them on.

She lead the way to the helipad. Convenient, that.

Mokuba followed, hand in his brother's. "And we'll have to hold on tight," he reminded. "I'll hold on to you to make sure you're secure."

Now that he was the bigger one, it was his job, after all.

It wasn't Mokuba's job as far as Seto was concerned. Smaller or not he was still in charge of their duo.

"No, you should use both hands to hold on. I can spare one for you though."

They were so cute it was nauseating. The Decepticon had to grit her teeth to keep from just shooting them both and being done with it.

"I'll make sure neither of you fall. No need to worry."

She crouched, presenting her back to them, even though it galled her to show her back to anyone.

"One on my back, and the other in front. All right?"

"Niisama will be easier to carry, so I'll get on your back," Mokuba answered before his brother could say anything. He wasn't quite sure he liked the idea that they would be even that separate, but....

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Slipstream is not a babysitter.

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Yaaaaay \o/

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