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Who: Jacob Black & YOU?
What: Repairing a piece of junk in the middle of the night
When: Right now
Where: The castle courtyard
Rating: G

If there's one thing that Jacob remembered distinctly about Paradisa, it was one rule: "Be careful what you wish for."

Of course, being a teenager, rules can sometimes be momentarily forgotten.

He had wished for a bike. Not just any bike, but his bike. The one he'd rebuilt from scratch back home, and the one he'd ridden everywhere. Bringing it to life held so many memories, and it had been the best stress reliever and distraction when he'd needed it most. It was only natural he'd want that kind of possession with him. (And he couldn't exactly find the other bikes he'd left behind during his first visit.)

Paradisa, in a moment of kindness, had decided to give him his bike.

Except Jacob hadn't been specific enough. He'd received his bike, but it wasn't exactly in the state he left it. In fact, it wasn't even a whole bike. Paradisa had given him his bike from before he'd repaired it.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

Jacob had started out the night hoping to go for a late night ride. Instead, he found himself in the castle courtyard with a shell of a motorcycle and its many pieces scattered about. Since he wouldn't be going anywhere, it wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time than begin to repair it.

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It's not like he had anywhere better to work, and people seemed to leave his bike well enough alone when they realized it was still in pieces. That corner of the courtyard quickly became his own little workshop, and he soon found himself working on his bike on a daily basis.

On this particular night, he couldn't help but find himself rather distracted when he was approached by someone he, well, he had to admit: she was pretty hot.

"I could be."

Faith folded her arms across her chest and looked around at all the parts. It seemed like he knew what he was doing at least, but she wasn't sure if he was doing it as a hobby, or if he'd broken it or what.

"Well, is it yours or are you doing a favor for someone?"

He glanced around at all the parts, spread out in front of him.

"It's mine, alright. I just distinctly remember it being whole the last time I saw it."

Her eyebrows lifted, nodding as it all made sense.

"The castle."

Sighing, she shifted her weight a bit on her feet, just trying to not seem like she was hovering.

"How long do you think it'll take you to get it back together?"

"I dunno. I wasn't really keeping track of time when I was putting it together the first time." That was mostly because he was allowing himself to enjoy his time with Bella. "Not as long, I know that much."

"Because you've done it before, right? You know where it all should go, so it's just repeating something you already did."

Faith could understand the frustration behind that. "Need any help?"

He'd had many offers for help over the course of this project, but what was the harm in another?

"You fix up bikes before?"

"Oh. Yeah, no... not really."

She shook her head, feeling a bit stupid in offering her help when she didn't really know what to do herself. "It was a dumb idea."

"Nah, it wasn't. I mean, the first time I fixed this thing up, my 'help' pretty much just supplied the pizza and cokes. Besides, company makes the time go by faster, you know?"

"Sounds good."

She hovered there for a moment, before crouching down to pick up a piece of the bike. "All these pieces go to the bike?" Huh, she'd never thought about it before. She just knew how to ride them.