It was a little known fact that Rev was the baby of the team. He was barely sixteen when the meteor had struck and he had been recruited for the Loonatics. Lexi and Duck had been nineteen and in college when they had been recruited while Slam and Ace had been twenty-five. Tech was the oldest of the entire team at twenty-eight, though his age didn't necessarily mean much to them.

"Tech-Tech-Tech-Tech-Tech-Tech!" Tech jumped at the spastic calling of his name, placing his hands firmly on the workbench as he waited.

Three. Two. One.

"Tech!" Rev skidded to a halt, wavering slightly in the air for a moment before jumping up and down demandingly, waving his arms frantically. "Come-on, Tech, you've-been-in-here-for-three-days!"

"I'm almost finished, Rev."

"That's-what-you-said-yesterday!" How a bird could pout without lips Tech was unsure, but there it was, clear as day.

"Rev-"

"Tech!" Rev whined, tugging on Tech's arm. "Please? Everyone's-worried-about-you!"

A few more minutes of staring into wide, pouting eyes was all it took for Tech to cave.

"Alright, alright." Tech sighed, pushing his project away and standing.

They were both in their "civies", Tech wearing jeans and a green tee-shirt while rev wore a pair of silky runners shorts and a wife-beater shirt. Rev grinned and practically dragged Tech out of the lab to the kitchen, babbling about how Tech needed to eat and rest and relax instead of lock himself in the lab all the time.

Tech barely got a word in edgewise as he was seated on a chair next to the bar in the kitchen and Rev whirled around the kitchen, throwing together four milkshakes, two salads, five sandwiches and several pieces of fruit. Tech was given one of the double-decker sandwiches (it vaguely resembled a Dagwood sandwich with every known animal as a filler between the buns) and vaguely wondered how he would get his mouth around the nearly six inch high sandwich.

He didn't need to wonder if Rev would be able to eat his own enormous meal. They all ate more now that they had powers. Their metabolisms had to work harder and their bodies used more energy with the integrated factor of their powers. The most well stocked and elaborate part of the entire tower was the kitchen as a result of this. Five, side by side fridges and freezers filled with food and a work area that would make Emril Legasi jealous. Surprisingly, Rev was the best cook and generally spent the most time in the kitchen even though they all took turns working together and by themselves in the kitchen.

But Rev, still being a young growing bird in puberty needed more than the others. That, combined with the fact that being a road runner he burned more calories and had to eat at least six times his body weight or else he would lose most of his energy and become sluggish.

Therefore, Rev's near constant residence was the kitchen. Tech would have been surprised if Rev didn't get up at least twice in the middle of the night for a midnight snack.

Rev began eating down the pile of food in front of him, Tech chuckling and shaking his head as he watched. It was truly fascinating watching the bird eat, taking small, quick bites and chewing quickly. He seemed to inhale the food, bounding in his seat and swinging his legs back and forth happily.

"Remember to breathe, Rev."

"Mm hmmngmmy!" The young bird pouted, cheeks full of food as he tried to talk.

"I know, I know, you're hungry, you're always hungry."

"And-you-never-eat!"

"I have work."

"So-do-I!"

"Not everyone can just speed through their work, Rev."

Rev pouted, finishing off the last of his salads. He pushed a milkshake to Tech before beginning to down his own three milkshakes. Tech chuckled as Rev finished the last of his milkshakes, foam and milk clinging to the upper part of his beak.

"You got some on your beak." Tech chuckled and Rev pouted again (Tech really needed to figure out how the avian did that), wiping at his beak with his wing.

Rev really was adorable, Tech thought as he watched the bird cleaning up, fairly bouncing around the room, standing on the tips of his toes to put some things away, his tail feathers drawing Tech's gaze down there. He jumped and shook his head, trying to discard the thoughts flashing through his mind.

Rev was almost a decade younger than him, not even legal yet, and Tech was pretty sure he wasn't queer.

"Come-on, I-wanna-watch-a-movie!"

"I really should-"

"Please?" Rev drooped visibly at Tech's attempt at getting away and the coyote groaned, looking to the heavens for divine intervention before looking at Rev.

"What do you want to watch?"

"Duck-gave-me-this-new-movie-after-he-watched-it, it's-called-Troy."

Tech felt his heart sink at that.

"He-said-it-was-pretty-boring-but-it-sounds-interesting-to-me…" Rev continued as he dragged Tech to the rec room.

Tech sighed as he sat down on one end of the couch, Rev grabbing the DVD, fumbling with it for a moment before placing it in the player, grabbing the remote and bounding back to the couch, sitting a reasonable distance from Tech.

An hour later and halfway through the movie, Rev was shaking as he pressed into Tech's side, grasping one of the coyote's arms and pulling it about his neck, whimpering as he sat, eyes partially peeking out of Tech's side. Rev had never been one to like violent or horror movies. He preferred comedies and more light-hearted things rather than things with gore and blood. Duck must have thought it was funny to tell Rev that it was something else.

Tech sighed, reaching over for the remote and turning off the movie just as some random soldier got his head chopped off.

"You okay, Rev?"

Rev fairly vibrated with his shaking and nodded weakly, letting out a pitiful "meep-meep".

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"No!" Rev grabbed Tech's sleeve, the coyote looking down at him. Rev clenched his fists and shook even more. "I… I'm-not-sleepy!"

A brief yawn was proof enough that Rev was very tired, but his eyes were wide with fear.

Tech sighed, looked to the ceiling once more and looked back at Rev's wide, pleading eyes.

"How about you sleep with me tonight?" The young bird nodded silently, clutching at Tech's arm as they walked back to the coyote's room.

Tech coded open his door and Rev slowly wandered in. The room was messy, covered in blueprints, half-finished projects, notes tacked to the walls, clothes thrown about willy-nilly and just a general air of the aftermath of a hurricane. Rev paused, wings twitching before he raced around the room, putting stuff away and straightening everything in seconds.

"Wow… Um… Thanks." Tech smiled at the young bird, Rev smiling sheepishly.

"I like things clean." He murmured and Tech nodded before going to his dresser and pulling out a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt.

"I'm going to go change, you can help yourself." Tech gestured to the small bathroom off to the side of the room, walking over to it as Rev shifted and nodded.

Tech took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and changed, coming out to see Rev lying on his bed wearing nothing but one of Tech's tee shirts and his boxer shorts. Tech paused, staring at how large the tee shirt was on the slender bird. It was slightly arousing, strangely enough, but Tech kept that to himself as he walked over. Rev scooted to the side, allowing Tech to slide into the bed, the bird curling against the coyote once Tech was comfortable. Tech sighed and wrapped an arm around Rev's shoulders, gently stroking his back and neck, Rev shuddering and curling closer as he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

Once Tech was sure the bird was asleep he sighed and nuzzled the crest of feathers atop his head.

"You know, I have to wonder if you know what you do to me, Babydoll?"