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[September 6 ][Pacific Rim] Stepping In
Title: Stepping In
Day/Theme: The Boy Who Knows Too Much
Series:Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
The tricky part was not being labeled a security risk. It was his own fault. He had never had the restraint or the good sense to back down before he had found out everything he wanted to know. That was why he had been the last biologist standing in the depths of the Shatterdome. That was why he was the one to initiate a Drift with a kaiju, and the only one to ever do it solo.
That also meant that he was only one to have let the Hive Mind into his head with no filters. He was the only one who might be a link to the other dimension. He has always been the one most suspected of not being 100% behind destroying the invaders, at least not until he got his hands on all of them. Now he was the one voted most likely to be the undoing of the human race by way of allowing a horde of eradicating monsters back into the world. There had been whole meetings of professionals devoted to him and what was going through his head and how close an eye they were going to have to keep on him from now on.
It galled. It really did. All those insane risks to himself (and others) and all the years of nonstop dedication and all he had used it for was to save their sorry necks for them. All of their work had been pointless. The Wall had been busy work, to give the common folk hope while the powers that be got out of Dodge and headed inland. Operation Pitfall had been slightly better, mostly because they had Hermann running the numbers on that one, but it was just as doomed from the start. It had been Newt’s ill-advised, but let’s face it, pretty damn heroic actions that had gotten the information they needed in time to salvage it.
So really every single one of them would be dead or holed up in a bunker somewhere waiting for the water to run out if it hadn’t been for him, and he was mightily tempted to remind them of that every time he saw one of them watching him and scribbling on a clipboard. Luckily for them, he hadn’t had to, because Hermann always stepped in.
Hermann was good at that. He had always managed to put his two cents in at the exact moment to derail or infuriate Newt mid-point before. He had gotten to the lab in time to pull the PONS off after Newt’s first Drift. He had found Newt in time to share the second Drift. And now, every time one of the ingrates started harping at whether or not Newt should be allowed to have access to whatever he was working on that day, Hermann would appear at their elbow like a mathematical wraith and let them have it. Maybe he knew it all from the Drift or maybe his own doubts had led him to check Newt’s resume often enough, but he knew it by heart.
He would explain all of Newt’s qualification with all the deadly venom he defended his own work with, which was heartwarming all by itself. Newt had never heard his praises sung in the tone of voice that should’ve been ordering his eyes burned out with a blowtorch from the sound of it, and the so-called officials weren’t prepared to cower in the face of that wrath either. Hermann never let up until they admitted, that yes, it made sense to have the only person who knew anything about the kaiju anymore still working on them. Newt was the Goose with the Golden Brain and he had Hermann to thank for it.
There had to be a way to return the favor, Newt reasoned. He definitely knew too much and still not enough about the kaiju, but it turned out that that was true of Hermann as well.
Day/Theme: The Boy Who Knows Too Much
Series:Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
The tricky part was not being labeled a security risk. It was his own fault. He had never had the restraint or the good sense to back down before he had found out everything he wanted to know. That was why he had been the last biologist standing in the depths of the Shatterdome. That was why he was the one to initiate a Drift with a kaiju, and the only one to ever do it solo.
That also meant that he was only one to have let the Hive Mind into his head with no filters. He was the only one who might be a link to the other dimension. He has always been the one most suspected of not being 100% behind destroying the invaders, at least not until he got his hands on all of them. Now he was the one voted most likely to be the undoing of the human race by way of allowing a horde of eradicating monsters back into the world. There had been whole meetings of professionals devoted to him and what was going through his head and how close an eye they were going to have to keep on him from now on.
It galled. It really did. All those insane risks to himself (and others) and all the years of nonstop dedication and all he had used it for was to save their sorry necks for them. All of their work had been pointless. The Wall had been busy work, to give the common folk hope while the powers that be got out of Dodge and headed inland. Operation Pitfall had been slightly better, mostly because they had Hermann running the numbers on that one, but it was just as doomed from the start. It had been Newt’s ill-advised, but let’s face it, pretty damn heroic actions that had gotten the information they needed in time to salvage it.
So really every single one of them would be dead or holed up in a bunker somewhere waiting for the water to run out if it hadn’t been for him, and he was mightily tempted to remind them of that every time he saw one of them watching him and scribbling on a clipboard. Luckily for them, he hadn’t had to, because Hermann always stepped in.
Hermann was good at that. He had always managed to put his two cents in at the exact moment to derail or infuriate Newt mid-point before. He had gotten to the lab in time to pull the PONS off after Newt’s first Drift. He had found Newt in time to share the second Drift. And now, every time one of the ingrates started harping at whether or not Newt should be allowed to have access to whatever he was working on that day, Hermann would appear at their elbow like a mathematical wraith and let them have it. Maybe he knew it all from the Drift or maybe his own doubts had led him to check Newt’s resume often enough, but he knew it by heart.
He would explain all of Newt’s qualification with all the deadly venom he defended his own work with, which was heartwarming all by itself. Newt had never heard his praises sung in the tone of voice that should’ve been ordering his eyes burned out with a blowtorch from the sound of it, and the so-called officials weren’t prepared to cower in the face of that wrath either. Hermann never let up until they admitted, that yes, it made sense to have the only person who knew anything about the kaiju anymore still working on them. Newt was the Goose with the Golden Brain and he had Hermann to thank for it.
There had to be a way to return the favor, Newt reasoned. He definitely knew too much and still not enough about the kaiju, but it turned out that that was true of Hermann as well.