Title: Lightening Game

Disclaimer: I own none of the original story; it all belongs to some other guy.

Summary: Otacon and Snake are living in New York, looking for any leads on Metal Gear within the internet. While Snake is checking a lead, Otacon makes an interesting new friend. By hitting him with his car. Snake is completely unaware of their new roommate hanging around, till he returns. SnakexOC/OtaconxOC. Male OC.

Warnings: There's gonna be m/m relations later… or sooner… and probably quite a bit of violence, well, not a lot, but some depending on who's around at the time.

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Chapter 1- Prologue

Hal was cooking some stir fry up in the apartment while he waited for Dave to get done on the computer. It was a relatively simple meal, but he only now realized how much stuff they were missing from the cabinets.

Just as Dave made his way from the back room, he had managed to get the food onto two separate plates.

"So is there any news on a new program or anything inconspicuous?" Hal asked relatively tired. He had grown bored with the whole searching online for some new and interesting thing relating to metal gear and the military. But he was completely capable of eradicating any and all traces of his being inside the government's files.

"Actually there was something that may have been worth looking into somewhere near Pennsylvania. I left the computer screen on the page that I found it on so you could look around." Dave spoke as he took a bite of his food. It was still really hot so he had quite an amusing reaction.

"Thanks Dave, and watch out, it's hot." He snickered as he walked to the other room with his plate. Sitting down at the computer, he found quite the interesting stuff.

There was apparently a warehouse being used for shipping black market MetalGear parts to separate buyers. Hal spent several hours searching through the more secretive documents for the information on the exact location and building layouts for such things.

He didn't even realize that he was on so long before he noticed the sky outside the apartment window getting brighter. He blinked at the screen and then at the window. He heard a door open behind him and saw Dave's figure sauntering in reflecting off the computer screen.

"Hal have you even been to bed yet?" He asked relatively concerned for his partner and his sleepless habits.

"Well, no, I got so into this that I didn't even realize what time it was until I saw the sky getting lighter. Sorry Dave, I didn't mean to be up this late… or this early." Hal smiled sheepishly at Dave.

"Hal, just get off the computer for now, you can look for more stuff later." Dave sighed and began to walk back out the door when Hal gave him the information that he would need.

"It's black market dealing. This group of people has been manufacturing parts to sell for Metal Gear. This could be a big break. They have a warehouse thing planted up in the more deserted city area of Philadelphia. I got all the maps and such drawn up and downloaded so you can go up to check it out whenever you want." Dave smirked at Hal and ruffled his hair.

"You have too much time on your hands my friend. But I don't know what I'd do without you." And with that he began to get all his espionage gear ready for the short trip to Pennsylvania. The two men had decided in the beginning to call each other by their names while they were together and/or in the apartment, but as soon as business stuff started popping up, they used their code names Otacon and Snake.

"This should only take you a few days, just remember to get in, break down a few major bits of the warehouse and such, and see if you can acquire any excess information that there might be, buyers, fellow sellers, anything like that. And remember, since I'm staying here, you might have to be on your own during the day, cause I might have stuff to do, and you know I can't drive and operate the codec too well." Otacon made sure that Snake remembered what happened the last time that he called while Otacon was driving.

Otacon had ended up with his car twenty feet off the road in a ditch, surrounded by thorns and he had to pay to fix several signs, not to mention the money to fix his car. He had to virtually fight his way away from the ambulance so they wouldn't take him to the hospital and charge him several hundred dollars to look at his head to see if he had a concussion.

Snake had never called before nine pm again after that. At least not unless it was something really important.

The next day, sometime after Otacon had gotten some sleep, snake was geared up and had taken some money to get to Philadelphia and he left at about three thirty. "I'll contact you by codec in a few hours, unless something goes wrong. Bye." And he left, giving Otacon a small farewell as he walked away.

Otacon made his way back to the computer to upload several more sites that could be related to the one that they were currently looking into. As he passed through the kitchen, he realized; for the second time that day, that there was little to no food around.

Shit. He thought to himself as he grabbed his coat, heading out the door to drive down to the store. Before he got out the door, he typed in a few commands to the computer, making sure that it was well protected, just in case.

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It's in the middle of the night, I hope this story will get actual reviews, if only cause I like to hear what strangers have to say about my writing. I don't know how I feel about this story yet though, I'm only two chapters in on my own comp, and I have to take a couple tests tomorrow for college. Insomniacs unite friends, and I bid you farewell till the next update.

Remember, any flames will be used to cook the delicious burgers that only cook well over an open flame, otherwise they are just burnt to a crisp.