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diversified2015-10-07 12:19 pm
aggrandize) wrote in diversified2015-10-07 12:19 pm
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WHO Chris Halliwell (aggrandize) / Cole Turner (devilsinthedetails)
WHAT Pacific Rim AU. Chris is the neurotic, traumatized would-be Jaeger pilot and Cole used to be the neural handshake test dummy for newbies on account of having a rare mental disorder. Then Chris came along.
WHEN uh ider the dates in PacRim. Sometime. It happens sometime.
WHERE SHATTERDOOOOME
WHY Leo why did you leave your family, Leo why did you leave your oldest son to go crazy, LEO WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE GUARDIANSHIP OF YOUR YOUNGEST
This was just a formality, really. Their neural handshake had already gone smooth as could be when they were found out to be a compatible pairing. Chris had to keep telling himself that, because the stories he'd heard of other recruits trying to make sense of Cole Turner's mind while it split apart around them only made him wonder more and more what kind of fluke of nature had caused his compatibility. Maybe it was because he was broken inside, too, but that was too depressing a thought and he shoved it away.
Suited up and entering the test room, Chris took a deep breath to steel himself. This time was for real, for keeps, minds introduced to each other and pressed until they opened up and shared what needed to be in order to clear the air. There wasn't any room for surprises in a Jaeger; the kaiju weren't going to give anyone a moment's rest, so they had to be ready.
He could do this. He would do this. There was no other choice.
aggrandize) / Cole Turner (devilsinthedetails)WHAT Pacific Rim AU. Chris is the neurotic, traumatized would-be Jaeger pilot and Cole used to be the neural handshake test dummy for newbies on account of having a rare mental disorder. Then Chris came along.
WHEN uh ider the dates in PacRim. Sometime. It happens sometime.
WHERE SHATTERDOOOOME
WHY Leo why did you leave your family, Leo why did you leave your oldest son to go crazy, LEO WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE GUARDIANSHIP OF YOUR YOUNGEST
This was just a formality, really. Their neural handshake had already gone smooth as could be when they were found out to be a compatible pairing. Chris had to keep telling himself that, because the stories he'd heard of other recruits trying to make sense of Cole Turner's mind while it split apart around them only made him wonder more and more what kind of fluke of nature had caused his compatibility. Maybe it was because he was broken inside, too, but that was too depressing a thought and he shoved it away.
Suited up and entering the test room, Chris took a deep breath to steel himself. This time was for real, for keeps, minds introduced to each other and pressed until they opened up and shared what needed to be in order to clear the air. There wasn't any room for surprises in a Jaeger; the kaiju weren't going to give anyone a moment's rest, so they had to be ready.
He could do this. He would do this. There was no other choice.
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Wyatt was still talking, genuine care and emotion in his pleas that would always stand out against the pain of Chris's heart splitting in two. He had to do something and part of him already knew how this would end. Faster than he'd ever moved before, faster than he could think about it, Chris surged up from the floor and took Wyatt's arms, tackled him to the ground. They were rolling and fighting and yelling and the gun went off one more time. He'd lost count of how many shots were fired, had no idea how many the gun could even hold. It didn't matter.
Those few moments were everything. His grip was slick with blood and sweat, Wyatt's size and strength overpowering but Chris's determination unwavering. He had nothing left but this fight in him, this destructive rage that told him to survive and they struggled. Wyatt twisted and turned, pushed his own hand to try and force the muzzle at Chris's face and he put all of his weight into keeping it turned away, hands grasping in futility for control of the gun.
It all happened pretty quickly after that. Wyatt's hand slipped, blood or a cramp or something else weakening his hold, and Chris had the gun, sat up long enough to turn it around and aim.
Bang.