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[May 22] [Pacific Rim] Spilled
Title: Spilled
Day/Theme: 22. cavoli riscaldati (attempting to revive an unworkable relationship)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 22 of 31, some language
"I need your help," Hermann said after a long silence. As close as they had become, he had never said that out loud to Newt before. Hermann ignored the baffled look it got him, even though it was a blessed relief over the stricken one. "The new designs are working," he went on, a little louder. "But something isn't quite right. They are close." He finally looked down to make eye contact. "But they aren't as precise as I know they can be."
"And your mathematical little soul is about to take its bed over that," Newt guessed. He sat up out of his slump.
"That among other things." Hermann gave him a look that wilted him all over again. Hermann looked away. Newt saw his throat bob with a swallow. "We always accomplished more together, even before the Drift, even when we were at each others throats. I'll go so far as to say especially then." He looked back one more time and Newt saw his jaw tense as he felt Hermann's resolve turn to iron. "If you refuse to join me in our previous quarters, then I have no choice but to move into yours."
That hit Newt with such a mixture of dread and relief that he wasn't able to answer at first. Hermann waited, letting him sputter and choke on the wrong words. After a brief struggle, the dread won out.
"You can't see this," Newt finally whispered. He flicked his fingers at the dungeon around them, the various scientific equipment turned torture devices, the silent, faceless Mumbler. Hermann raised a ruthless eyebrow and Newt shuddered. "You can't see me do this. You won't- I can't- It's worse than you think, and if you see, you won't ever-"
"Tell me," Hermann said, cold and merciless as his eyebrow. "You've kept it buried so that I couldn't find it by accident, so now you have to tell me."
"I'm trying to use the hivemind against them," Newt said. It all spilled out of him in a rush. "I thought if I could just mess this one up enough, the rest of them would feel it and they would know we were too crazy to be fucked with. I mean how many worlds have they eaten and we're the first to go Hah! Taste giant robot fist! I mean, that's first-day-in-prison crazy, right? And I've been, I've been--" His voice trailed off again.
"Hurting it. Trying to find something bad enough that they'll feel it all the way back to the the cloning pens.I thought about those brains from the failed tests back in the day? The ones that went crazy and died? That they had to study to see just what the Drift did to a human? I thought if I could get one, I could plug it into Mumbles here and drive it insane and maybe give them all nosebleeds for once. I thought-" His voice broke this time. Hermann was looking at him with undisguised horror, and Newt couldn't meet his eyes anymore.
"I wanted it over so we could go back to, to what we were doing." He looked ashamed. but Hermann could feel that that was the only part he wasn't writhing over. His voice rose a little. "I want to get them back. Take it to the mattresses, whatever. I hate being jerked around like a puppet when-"
"That's it," Hermann said suddenly. He whipped around to stare at Newt, pupils blowing wide. Newt felt the flash of an idea that pulsed once and then lit up as bright as telepathic neon.
"You've got an idea." It never hurt to state the obvious. Hermann lunged to plaster a bruising kiss right on his mouth and he didn't know whether to just melt or defend himself. It only lasted a second and then Hermann was breathlessly pulling him toward the door. "We've been going about this in entirely the wrong way!"
"Wh-what?"
"Puppets on strings!" Hermann's mind had lit up with codes and equations and the changes he would have to make and how to convince the Rangers to try this now, of all things. "Taking the fight to them!" Their connection crackled and Newt felt little glimpses of the picture without seeing how they fit together. Hermann's elation and the grip on his arm were enough to convince him though. Maybe if he really was forgiven, he would get another kiss out of this later.
Day/Theme: 22. cavoli riscaldati (attempting to revive an unworkable relationship)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 22 of 31, some language
"I need your help," Hermann said after a long silence. As close as they had become, he had never said that out loud to Newt before. Hermann ignored the baffled look it got him, even though it was a blessed relief over the stricken one. "The new designs are working," he went on, a little louder. "But something isn't quite right. They are close." He finally looked down to make eye contact. "But they aren't as precise as I know they can be."
"And your mathematical little soul is about to take its bed over that," Newt guessed. He sat up out of his slump.
"That among other things." Hermann gave him a look that wilted him all over again. Hermann looked away. Newt saw his throat bob with a swallow. "We always accomplished more together, even before the Drift, even when we were at each others throats. I'll go so far as to say especially then." He looked back one more time and Newt saw his jaw tense as he felt Hermann's resolve turn to iron. "If you refuse to join me in our previous quarters, then I have no choice but to move into yours."
That hit Newt with such a mixture of dread and relief that he wasn't able to answer at first. Hermann waited, letting him sputter and choke on the wrong words. After a brief struggle, the dread won out.
"You can't see this," Newt finally whispered. He flicked his fingers at the dungeon around them, the various scientific equipment turned torture devices, the silent, faceless Mumbler. Hermann raised a ruthless eyebrow and Newt shuddered. "You can't see me do this. You won't- I can't- It's worse than you think, and if you see, you won't ever-"
"Tell me," Hermann said, cold and merciless as his eyebrow. "You've kept it buried so that I couldn't find it by accident, so now you have to tell me."
"I'm trying to use the hivemind against them," Newt said. It all spilled out of him in a rush. "I thought if I could just mess this one up enough, the rest of them would feel it and they would know we were too crazy to be fucked with. I mean how many worlds have they eaten and we're the first to go Hah! Taste giant robot fist! I mean, that's first-day-in-prison crazy, right? And I've been, I've been--" His voice trailed off again.
"Hurting it. Trying to find something bad enough that they'll feel it all the way back to the the cloning pens.I thought about those brains from the failed tests back in the day? The ones that went crazy and died? That they had to study to see just what the Drift did to a human? I thought if I could get one, I could plug it into Mumbles here and drive it insane and maybe give them all nosebleeds for once. I thought-" His voice broke this time. Hermann was looking at him with undisguised horror, and Newt couldn't meet his eyes anymore.
"I wanted it over so we could go back to, to what we were doing." He looked ashamed. but Hermann could feel that that was the only part he wasn't writhing over. His voice rose a little. "I want to get them back. Take it to the mattresses, whatever. I hate being jerked around like a puppet when-"
"That's it," Hermann said suddenly. He whipped around to stare at Newt, pupils blowing wide. Newt felt the flash of an idea that pulsed once and then lit up as bright as telepathic neon.
"You've got an idea." It never hurt to state the obvious. Hermann lunged to plaster a bruising kiss right on his mouth and he didn't know whether to just melt or defend himself. It only lasted a second and then Hermann was breathlessly pulling him toward the door. "We've been going about this in entirely the wrong way!"
"Wh-what?"
"Puppets on strings!" Hermann's mind had lit up with codes and equations and the changes he would have to make and how to convince the Rangers to try this now, of all things. "Taking the fight to them!" Their connection crackled and Newt felt little glimpses of the picture without seeing how they fit together. Hermann's elation and the grip on his arm were enough to convince him though. Maybe if he really was forgiven, he would get another kiss out of this later.