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[May 2] [Pacific Rim] Almost Familiar
Title: Almost Familiar
Day/Theme: 2. keien (appearing to respect someone while actually keeping them at a distance)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: Herman's POV.
Their new base of operations was more concrete than metal like the Shatterdome had been. It wasn’t as big either. There was only one jaeger completely built in the world right now and it hadn’t been activated yet. It was to be Gipsy Danger’s latest incarnation, and that’s where Mako and Raleigh had been for the last two years. There was a team hard at work making a station for it as soon as it got here. Hermann didn’t know what they had decided to name it yet or they would keep the old name.
The cold was in his bones. He recognized it from the winters in Anchorage. He had dressed for the cold but the ache couldn’t be kept out. Newt was feeling it through the Drift because he was doing his best to keep moving and be Hermann’s wind-block wherever they went outside. Luckily there wasn’t much reason to. Their labs were a few levels down and wonder of wonders, not far from their quarters. They had found the elevator back up to check on the arrival of their equipment and saw a face that was almost familiar.
It should’ve been Marshall Henson. He had let himself go in the past few years since they had seen him. Grief and loneliness and maybe some heavy drinking had all taken a toll. He was more slouched now, and thinner, and more haggard. Hermann was surprised at such an uncharitable thought for an authority figure and elbowed Newt for being such a bad influence.
“He wasn’t your favorite anyway,” Newt whispered, smirking a little when it got him elbowed harder. It was true, though. Henson had never commanded the same respect Pentecost had and that wasn’t fair. He had been a formidible pilot and had been been given the heartbreaking promotion to Marshall the same moment he lost his son, right before the world didn’t end. Then, to learn that it had all been for nothing and the war had returned? No one could blame the old warrior for misery.
“Doctors,” Henson said. He didn’t slow down to walk with them, just passed them on the way.
“Marshall,” Hermann answered. Newt flashed him a peace sign.
“Back at it,” Henson said without looking over his shoulder. He took a turn and disappeared into an office.
“Yes, sir,” said Hermann. This wasn’t an encouraging start.
“You didn’t even try to salute him,” Newt teased.
“No,” Hermann agreed, realizing it himself. “I didn’t.”
Day/Theme: 2. keien (appearing to respect someone while actually keeping them at a distance)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: Herman's POV.
Their new base of operations was more concrete than metal like the Shatterdome had been. It wasn’t as big either. There was only one jaeger completely built in the world right now and it hadn’t been activated yet. It was to be Gipsy Danger’s latest incarnation, and that’s where Mako and Raleigh had been for the last two years. There was a team hard at work making a station for it as soon as it got here. Hermann didn’t know what they had decided to name it yet or they would keep the old name.
The cold was in his bones. He recognized it from the winters in Anchorage. He had dressed for the cold but the ache couldn’t be kept out. Newt was feeling it through the Drift because he was doing his best to keep moving and be Hermann’s wind-block wherever they went outside. Luckily there wasn’t much reason to. Their labs were a few levels down and wonder of wonders, not far from their quarters. They had found the elevator back up to check on the arrival of their equipment and saw a face that was almost familiar.
It should’ve been Marshall Henson. He had let himself go in the past few years since they had seen him. Grief and loneliness and maybe some heavy drinking had all taken a toll. He was more slouched now, and thinner, and more haggard. Hermann was surprised at such an uncharitable thought for an authority figure and elbowed Newt for being such a bad influence.
“He wasn’t your favorite anyway,” Newt whispered, smirking a little when it got him elbowed harder. It was true, though. Henson had never commanded the same respect Pentecost had and that wasn’t fair. He had been a formidible pilot and had been been given the heartbreaking promotion to Marshall the same moment he lost his son, right before the world didn’t end. Then, to learn that it had all been for nothing and the war had returned? No one could blame the old warrior for misery.
“Doctors,” Henson said. He didn’t slow down to walk with them, just passed them on the way.
“Marshall,” Hermann answered. Newt flashed him a peace sign.
“Back at it,” Henson said without looking over his shoulder. He took a turn and disappeared into an office.
“Yes, sir,” said Hermann. This wasn’t an encouraging start.
“You didn’t even try to salute him,” Newt teased.
“No,” Hermann agreed, realizing it himself. “I didn’t.”