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[May 10] [Pacific Rim] Breaking Up
Title: Breaking Up
Day/Theme: 10. kalpa (time passing on a cosmic scale)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 10 of 31
The predictive timeframe for the events had to be completely reconfigured. Hermann had been slaving over it for the past few days. Newt was waiting on clearance to examine the human victims and none of the latest Kaiju had been killed yet. He had spent most of the time on the phone with the teams dispatched to hunt them and with the jaeger production team in Alaska. Now, he had come back to the lab to watch Hermann work.
"Why do you think it happened so quickly this time?" he asked quietly after awhile. "Last time it was months, and the time before that millions of years. Are they really moving that much faster than us?"
"Well, it's another dimension," Hermann said, too busy to look up. "Maybe for them, the time is all the same."
"Do you think it's because of us?" Newt asked next
"Hm?" Hermann really was listening.
"Because of our Drift. Now that they know us, they're trying to fight fire with fire. Gradually getting smaller and more mammalian, and coming faster and faster. What if we did that? Sped them up? What if one day they come out human?" Newt sounded like he already new the answer to that and just needed to hear someone else say it. Hermann wasn't sure what the healthiest response was.
"You're the expert, Newton," he said finally. "Do you really think that is likely?"
"I've been thinking about it," Newt said."Thinking about a lot of things."
Hermann finally looked up. Newton was the picture of misery, sitting on a table with his feet hanging above the floor. The nervous agony in his stomach was twisting in Hermann's stomach now too. It had been years since he had experienced a break up, but it had felt a lot like this. Newt gasped out what should've been a laugh when he picked the thought up.
"Kind of," he said and Hermann leaned against the table. His cane was just out of reach and he wanted to be sure he didn't fall if his head spun or his knees buckled. "Not really," Newt added quickly. "Just. Maybe. We should have separate labs."
There was a whole storm of things to say to that, pros and cons to weigh, rational questions to ask, but all Hermann managed to squeak out was a "Why?"
"I just thought," Newt was struggling with both their emotions now. His feet were swinging, his hands were jittery, and there were definitely some tears on the way. "If it was us that gave them these ideas?" He waved a hand at the samples already bottled up and the data on the screens and blackboards. The other one was pulling at his tie. "Then it was probably mostly me. And maybe…" He swallowed hard and the tears overflowed. "Maybe I shouldn't be allowed to know anything about your work. So I can't tell them about it." His voice broke and he covered his face with his hands. "Maybe this is my fault."
"No," Hermann said, hurrying to him. "No, it isn't. I don't believe that for a moment." He got his hands underneath Newt's and raised his chin to look at him. They were both in tears now. Newt wrapped arms and legs around him and pulled him close enough to snuffle and cry on.
"I don't want to," Newt sobbed. "But-"
"And if they still don't stop coming?" Hermann asked. "Will you move out of our room too?" The thought alone made him a little queasy, and Newt moaned into his collar. "Will you shut yourself away from me, from everyone?" Newt broke down completely at that. Hermann held him and stroked his hair and let them rock gently.
"I want you with me," he finally said. "I won't ask you to help with my work anymore if it will make you feel better. We can even put tape across the floor again if it will help." Newt choked. "But I can not-" Hermann struggled with the next word and had to grit his teeth to get it out. "Continue as I have without you." He pulled back enough that they could look at each other.
"And if I ruin everything?" Newt asked him. He could barely see through his puffy eyes and his fogged glasses. His chin wobbled so hard that Hermann cupped it in his hands.
"Then we'll both go," Hermann said. He tugged at Newt's waist until he slid off the table to stand on the floor. "Come now. Let's get some air." He didn't go back for his cane, just clung to Newt's arm and gently led him out the door.
Day/Theme: 10. kalpa (time passing on a cosmic scale)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 10 of 31
The predictive timeframe for the events had to be completely reconfigured. Hermann had been slaving over it for the past few days. Newt was waiting on clearance to examine the human victims and none of the latest Kaiju had been killed yet. He had spent most of the time on the phone with the teams dispatched to hunt them and with the jaeger production team in Alaska. Now, he had come back to the lab to watch Hermann work.
"Why do you think it happened so quickly this time?" he asked quietly after awhile. "Last time it was months, and the time before that millions of years. Are they really moving that much faster than us?"
"Well, it's another dimension," Hermann said, too busy to look up. "Maybe for them, the time is all the same."
"Do you think it's because of us?" Newt asked next
"Hm?" Hermann really was listening.
"Because of our Drift. Now that they know us, they're trying to fight fire with fire. Gradually getting smaller and more mammalian, and coming faster and faster. What if we did that? Sped them up? What if one day they come out human?" Newt sounded like he already new the answer to that and just needed to hear someone else say it. Hermann wasn't sure what the healthiest response was.
"You're the expert, Newton," he said finally. "Do you really think that is likely?"
"I've been thinking about it," Newt said."Thinking about a lot of things."
Hermann finally looked up. Newton was the picture of misery, sitting on a table with his feet hanging above the floor. The nervous agony in his stomach was twisting in Hermann's stomach now too. It had been years since he had experienced a break up, but it had felt a lot like this. Newt gasped out what should've been a laugh when he picked the thought up.
"Kind of," he said and Hermann leaned against the table. His cane was just out of reach and he wanted to be sure he didn't fall if his head spun or his knees buckled. "Not really," Newt added quickly. "Just. Maybe. We should have separate labs."
There was a whole storm of things to say to that, pros and cons to weigh, rational questions to ask, but all Hermann managed to squeak out was a "Why?"
"I just thought," Newt was struggling with both their emotions now. His feet were swinging, his hands were jittery, and there were definitely some tears on the way. "If it was us that gave them these ideas?" He waved a hand at the samples already bottled up and the data on the screens and blackboards. The other one was pulling at his tie. "Then it was probably mostly me. And maybe…" He swallowed hard and the tears overflowed. "Maybe I shouldn't be allowed to know anything about your work. So I can't tell them about it." His voice broke and he covered his face with his hands. "Maybe this is my fault."
"No," Hermann said, hurrying to him. "No, it isn't. I don't believe that for a moment." He got his hands underneath Newt's and raised his chin to look at him. They were both in tears now. Newt wrapped arms and legs around him and pulled him close enough to snuffle and cry on.
"I don't want to," Newt sobbed. "But-"
"And if they still don't stop coming?" Hermann asked. "Will you move out of our room too?" The thought alone made him a little queasy, and Newt moaned into his collar. "Will you shut yourself away from me, from everyone?" Newt broke down completely at that. Hermann held him and stroked his hair and let them rock gently.
"I want you with me," he finally said. "I won't ask you to help with my work anymore if it will make you feel better. We can even put tape across the floor again if it will help." Newt choked. "But I can not-" Hermann struggled with the next word and had to grit his teeth to get it out. "Continue as I have without you." He pulled back enough that they could look at each other.
"And if I ruin everything?" Newt asked him. He could barely see through his puffy eyes and his fogged glasses. His chin wobbled so hard that Hermann cupped it in his hands.
"Then we'll both go," Hermann said. He tugged at Newt's waist until he slid off the table to stand on the floor. "Come now. Let's get some air." He didn't go back for his cane, just clung to Newt's arm and gently led him out the door.