[fic] Star Fox 64, "No. You Don't Need Help." No. You Don't Need Help. Star Fox 64. YEAH YOU READ THAT RIGHT. You probably just shouldn't read this.
Great Fox, in the evening, Corneria time, and Fox was determined to spend it relaxing. You couldn't be on missions all the time -- well, you could, but fortunately, you weren't always -- and the more energy he could save up before General Pepper had another mission for him, the better.
He was in the lounge with two of the others -- Peppy, always the hard worker, was bent over some folders, reading reports, a map spread out in front of him. Falco, by comparison, was sprawled on his back on the other couch, a cold compress on his forehead. He caught Fox looking and gave him a glare; Fox made a somewhat guilty grin back. He hadn't been able to get a bogey off Falco's tail last mission, and Falco's arwing had gone down.
Still, that was in the past, and there was nothing to do just yet, no missions to be run or friends to be saved. Instead, there was a book with his name on it. Letting out a sigh, Fox leaned back in his chair.
"Foooox!" the high pitched yelp came from the bathroom. "Help me!"
It was probably a sign that they'd been on too many runs lately that Fox imagined, to the point he could almost see it, a little green flag pop up in his peripheral vision, 'Help' written on it. He made a face -- what was wrong with Slippy this time?
And then he frowned. What if the enemy had managed to infiltrate Great Fox? Slippy might really be in trouble! And since Slippy had gone to shower, he could have been caught entirely unprepared and unarmed! Fox tossed his book down. "I'm on my way!" he called, and dashed for the bathroom door.
On opening it -- he wasn't sure, right now, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that Slippy never locked the bathroom door -- he froze.
Slippy was bent over the tub rail, as naked as the day he was spawned, reaching for something on the floor outside of the tub. "I dropped the soap," he told Fox, standing still in the doorway. "I can't reach it, Fox! And I don't want to drip water everywhere!"
Fox shut the door, trying to block out the sound of a plaintive, "Hey! What was that for?" and backed away. "Uh," he said. "Falco, Slippy needs your help."
"Like heck," Falco said, and didn't move.
Peppy glanced over, marking the flag with a pin. "Slippy's in trouble, Fox?"
"Uh, you could say that," Fox said.
"Right," Peppy said, and went. Fox took his seat and waited.
A few moments later, voices rang from the bathroom.