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[Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. He's lucky they're in general public and the Hansens do a great service to manking, because she swears...someone should just do mankind a favour and punch Chuck in the jaw one day. Preferably one day soon.
She tries to think that news about her starting a fight in line for dinner wouldn't go well towards guarranteeing her a chance at co-piloting ever. She knows that her personal agenda when it comes to kaiju is why the Marshal keeps saying no, but if she can just demonstrate that she's in control and command of her emotions.
Thanks, Chuck, for volunteering.]
What happened to make you so chatty, Chuck? Jetlag?
She tries to think that news about her starting a fight in line for dinner wouldn't go well towards guarranteeing her a chance at co-piloting ever. She knows that her personal agenda when it comes to kaiju is why the Marshal keeps saying no, but if she can just demonstrate that she's in control and command of her emotions.
Thanks, Chuck, for volunteering.]
What happened to make you so chatty, Chuck? Jetlag?
[ It's awesome that you experience such life-altering revelations when your dick's in your hand and you're pissing into a toilet bowl, Hansen. Raleigh, while very much awake and humming quietly to herself, isn't quite at that stage of self-realisation yet; and fortunately is the farthest thing from conniving because Raleigh Becket's sometimes an idiot and obviously hadn't planned for shit to get that far.
She's wearing the dress shirt he wore yesterday before she very nearly ripped it off him, sleeves rolled up to the elbows as she enjoys the simplicity of basking in a lover's shirt, the scent he leaves, clean and earthy, and she doesn't think about the tampons under his sink or the OJ and chips he keeps stocked for her.
When Chuck comes in, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, entirely oblivious to the man's train of thought, and entirely fixated on the fact that her pancakes are going to be the fluffiest, yummiest disks ever. There's already a small stack on the plate beside her, steaming hot, coffee brewing in the coffeemaker; premium beans, and the like. Trust him to have impeccable taste. ]
Hey, get the chocolate sauce, will you? And the whipped cream, too.
She's wearing the dress shirt he wore yesterday before she very nearly ripped it off him, sleeves rolled up to the elbows as she enjoys the simplicity of basking in a lover's shirt, the scent he leaves, clean and earthy, and she doesn't think about the tampons under his sink or the OJ and chips he keeps stocked for her.
When Chuck comes in, she looks over her shoulder and smiles, entirely oblivious to the man's train of thought, and entirely fixated on the fact that her pancakes are going to be the fluffiest, yummiest disks ever. There's already a small stack on the plate beside her, steaming hot, coffee brewing in the coffeemaker; premium beans, and the like. Trust him to have impeccable taste. ]
Hey, get the chocolate sauce, will you? And the whipped cream, too.
[ America has Twinkies, too. Don't forget the Twinkies. Possibly also Snowballs -- not just the lack of Herc. Raleigh privately finds it a shame that Chuck doesn't get along with his dad; he's a pretty good guy, all in all, but she doesn't push when she doesn't know the whole picture, not yet.
Anyway, they're in Queensland and she's about to see wombats and koalas and she loves that Chuck tags along and does touristy shit with her anyway (and wasn't climbing the bridge fun?) because despite the grumpiness, he's not about to leave her alone. That's really quite nice, too.
Raleigh's about to respond, really, before she spots a few curious kangaroos not too far away, out for a good, proper look. ] I promise I won't muck about with their home. Scout's honour.
[ Then she's leading him by the hand down another path, practically bubbling with excitement, nevermind that she's got a handful of years on him and shit. ] You're not a nature boy, are you?
Anyway, they're in Queensland and she's about to see wombats and koalas and she loves that Chuck tags along and does touristy shit with her anyway (and wasn't climbing the bridge fun?) because despite the grumpiness, he's not about to leave her alone. That's really quite nice, too.
Raleigh's about to respond, really, before she spots a few curious kangaroos not too far away, out for a good, proper look. ] I promise I won't muck about with their home. Scout's honour.
[ Then she's leading him by the hand down another path, practically bubbling with excitement, nevermind that she's got a handful of years on him and shit. ] You're not a nature boy, are you?
[ Then kiss her again, or she'll -- well, fuck. She'll just kiss him because it's stupid, it's a stupid thing to be self-conscious about and she's sensitive enough to that tone of voice to know that he doesn't want to talk.
That's fine with her, too, they don't have to talk; they're not very good at it, even if Raleigh's the more forthcoming out of the both of them when it comes to this sort of thing. She says nothing more, simply tips his face up to hers, pressing her mouth to his in a heated, scorching kiss; hands roaming and touching, enjoying the feel of him under her touch. He's solidly built, strong, nearly 180 pounds of muscle -- quite the sort of man Raleigh's liked.
No more talking. She exhales quietly when the kiss eases, cupping his face and pressing her lips lightly against the scar on his shoulder. ]
That's fine with her, too, they don't have to talk; they're not very good at it, even if Raleigh's the more forthcoming out of the both of them when it comes to this sort of thing. She says nothing more, simply tips his face up to hers, pressing her mouth to his in a heated, scorching kiss; hands roaming and touching, enjoying the feel of him under her touch. He's solidly built, strong, nearly 180 pounds of muscle -- quite the sort of man Raleigh's liked.
No more talking. She exhales quietly when the kiss eases, cupping his face and pressing her lips lightly against the scar on his shoulder. ]
[ And Raleigh doesn't move either, even though his other arm is kind of falling asleep underneath him. ]
This hotel has fourteen Pay-Per-View porn channels. I checked the catalog.
This hotel has fourteen Pay-Per-View porn channels. I checked the catalog.
[ Raleigh seats on the edge of the bed while Chuck's mulling that one over. He looks up at him. ]
I can wait up for you, give you a minute to finish.
[ Except Chuck never gets his homework done when Raleigh comes over. It's almost a point of pride for Raleigh. ]
I can wait up for you, give you a minute to finish.
[ Except Chuck never gets his homework done when Raleigh comes over. It's almost a point of pride for Raleigh. ]
[ Nightmares are just something you learn to live with; a gift from your time being a Jaeger pilot, like the circuitry scars. Piloting is, secondary to killing monsters, like a test on how much trauma the human mind can carry, to see if the total of Chuck's history and final moments in the Conn-Pod will let monsters claw through the fissure in his brain. Raleigh’s still in the process of beating back his, it’s true, but sometimes – Chuck needs it to be all about him.
Like now. Raleigh gets it, so he only sits up, blankets falling away from their bodies to heap over their legs, the floor. The last thing in the world Chuck probably needs right now is someone babying him, but he doesn’t want to leave Chuck alone like this, either.
No, that would be a bad idea. Raleigh scrubs a hand over his face and starts getting up from the couch. ] I’m gonna get us some water. You should drink something.
[ It helps keep the bile down, wash away the taste on his tongue, if anything else. ]
Like now. Raleigh gets it, so he only sits up, blankets falling away from their bodies to heap over their legs, the floor. The last thing in the world Chuck probably needs right now is someone babying him, but he doesn’t want to leave Chuck alone like this, either.
No, that would be a bad idea. Raleigh scrubs a hand over his face and starts getting up from the couch. ] I’m gonna get us some water. You should drink something.
[ It helps keep the bile down, wash away the taste on his tongue, if anything else. ]
Edited 2013-11-21 20:56 (UTC)
[ Chuck nearly passes out limp in the rigging after their first run together; it takes Herc a full two minutes to rip the jack from Chuck’s feedback cradle and disengage his son from the motion harness, his hands are shaking so badly. The Drift was like nothing he ever had with anyone he’d piloted with before – not with Stacker, or Scott – because it’d burned him down to the core, how Chuck had lashed out at the kaiju from the start. Herc’d ridden every one of Chuck’s emotions like he would ride a boat through a hurricane: fighting against the tide and watching massive black waves close over his head, knowing that if he stopped, he’d drown from them.
When they come back, Chuck is swept up in a sea of hands and congratulations.
Herc doesn’t see him again until upwards one hour later. Not because he doesn’t know where Chuck is -- the Drift-hangover is strong enough that he can estimate where his son might be, neural bridges still connected through ghosts-links -- but because every thought Chuck’s hurling at him is like white noise, overwhelming and sharp, hurting Herc’s already aching brain enough that he has to excuse himself from the celebration and find someplace dark to sit in, the hangar lights cracking open his skull and blinding him, throwing curses at his stubborn son from within his (their) head. The noise dials down after a while, still there but softer – so Herc takes that as a cue to make his way down.
He catches Chuck throwing up in the lavatory.
Which is... not an unexpected reaction. The adrenaline highs of the Drift’ve been wearing off steadily in the past hour, and the hangover lows are just starting to kick in for Chuck, who's never piloted before this. Even Herc can feel it under his skin – the wrongness of the proximity between them. He squeezes his hands into fists on the other side of Chuck's stall door. ] Chuck.
All I was doing was scoping the territory.
[ Well, Chuck's letting him, so. Raleigh shifts to prop himself on an elbow, looking down at Chuck's profile. ]
Food first? We can watch something later.
[ Well, Chuck's letting him, so. Raleigh shifts to prop himself on an elbow, looking down at Chuck's profile. ]
Food first? We can watch something later.
[He won't admit to it, and he's still acts pretty irritated when a nurse comes and interrupts him when he's making rounds on his patients but when she says Raleigh Becket's in the ER, his heart definitely skips a beat. It's got to be breaking several privacy laws, to be discussing it at all, especially when she goes on to say that it's just a concussion and some bruises but they can gross that bridge when they come to it.
He dares her to try and sue him for breaking HIPPA, since he's not her attending doctor, he technically doesn't have any right to know what's going on with her treatment but she's also trying to leave against medical advice and if a nurse has to come get him from another department to stop her-- then she hasn't a single leg to stand on.
Chuck's not mad. Kind of wants to say I told you so even if he's one to talk when it comes to driving fast and taking chances. But he hasn't crashed, now has he? If anything, he's exasperated that he has to come down to the ED at all to try and corral her because aren't you supposed to be an adult, Raleigh, aren't you actually several years older than him? He's not a security guard and she's being stupid and if nothing's wrong, then it won't kill her to wait until she's discharged because it's not like she's going to go drive herself home. Her car's fucked.
She'll make it to the exit to the lobby and then she'll run into him, in all his scrubs and white coat glory, arms crossed over his chest.]
Forget something?
He dares her to try and sue him for breaking HIPPA, since he's not her attending doctor, he technically doesn't have any right to know what's going on with her treatment but she's also trying to leave against medical advice and if a nurse has to come get him from another department to stop her-- then she hasn't a single leg to stand on.
Chuck's not mad. Kind of wants to say I told you so even if he's one to talk when it comes to driving fast and taking chances. But he hasn't crashed, now has he? If anything, he's exasperated that he has to come down to the ED at all to try and corral her because aren't you supposed to be an adult, Raleigh, aren't you actually several years older than him? He's not a security guard and she's being stupid and if nothing's wrong, then it won't kill her to wait until she's discharged because it's not like she's going to go drive herself home. Her car's fucked.
She'll make it to the exit to the lobby and then she'll run into him, in all his scrubs and white coat glory, arms crossed over his chest.]
Forget something?
[ It makes her cagey, hospitals -- it's never a good thing, and Raleigh's only managed to shake half of that irrational dislike off. Yancy had been here for the longest time, and a few years later, so had Tendo, but Tendo had gotten discharged; it was only by virtue of his close friendship with Raleigh that she'd stuck around for as long as it took to see him get well (and Chuck had been a nice distraction from time to time, too).
But other than that, Raleigh's always preferred to give hospitals a wide berth, only popping in from time to time when it's absolutely necessary. On the other hand, he needn't worry about her suing him for breaking HIPPA; the thought of it hasn't even come up in her mind when she nearly bumps into him in all his scrubbed, doctorly glory. Raleigh stops short, and is irritated by the fact that they saw fit to send him down just for her. ]
Aren't you breaking some kind of oath for this, Dr. Hansen?
[ She's fine, she's really all right, babe. A&E just isn't kosher with her, and she's just seen a few others come in who need more attention than she does. ]
But other than that, Raleigh's always preferred to give hospitals a wide berth, only popping in from time to time when it's absolutely necessary. On the other hand, he needn't worry about her suing him for breaking HIPPA; the thought of it hasn't even come up in her mind when she nearly bumps into him in all his scrubbed, doctorly glory. Raleigh stops short, and is irritated by the fact that they saw fit to send him down just for her. ]
Aren't you breaking some kind of oath for this, Dr. Hansen?
[ She's fine, she's really all right, babe. A&E just isn't kosher with her, and she's just seen a few others come in who need more attention than she does. ]
Nope.
[A law maybe but he never took an oath that said I shall not annoy my girlfriend. Not cause any harm, yeah but that's completely different from this particular situation and emotional, whiny Raleigh version of harm doesn't count.]
You wanna tell me where you're going?
[A law maybe but he never took an oath that said I shall not annoy my girlfriend. Not cause any harm, yeah but that's completely different from this particular situation and emotional, whiny Raleigh version of harm doesn't count.]
You wanna tell me where you're going?
[Chuck hasn't been this sick in his life. His head is throbbing and that's probably directly what is causing the nausea and subsequent vomiting and the absolute last person he wants to see him like this is his dad.
He's not an idiot, he knew going into it that carrying the neural load of a real Jaeger and fighting a real kaiju is different from all of the simulations and tests he's been through. He was fully aware that it was going to be the hardest fucking thing he ever did and that's true but it's also the best.
The monster is dead and for the first time in years, Chuck feels like he's doing something.]
Piss off, Dad.
[That would be an entirely more threatening and convincing statement if Chuck could actually pick up his head from the toilet seat to say it. But he can't, because Herc being close to him actually-- is soothing his headache, like his dad's presence is a soothing balm and it's too sudden to be a coincidence. And fuck that.]
He's not an idiot, he knew going into it that carrying the neural load of a real Jaeger and fighting a real kaiju is different from all of the simulations and tests he's been through. He was fully aware that it was going to be the hardest fucking thing he ever did and that's true but it's also the best.
The monster is dead and for the first time in years, Chuck feels like he's doing something.]
Piss off, Dad.
[That would be an entirely more threatening and convincing statement if Chuck could actually pick up his head from the toilet seat to say it. But he can't, because Herc being close to him actually-- is soothing his headache, like his dad's presence is a soothing balm and it's too sudden to be a coincidence. And fuck that.]
[No actually, Raleigh is doing the perfect thing, in not babying him or trying to mother him or anything like that. But leaving would be just as detrimental, even if he'd never admit to it, never say that he needs Raleigh and he needs him badly.
It's a point of pride, to be independent and not have to rely on anyone and he's okay with lying to himself about it.]
Okay. Fine. Fuck, I'm opening a window, it's too hot in here.
It's a point of pride, to be independent and not have to rely on anyone and he's okay with lying to himself about it.]
Okay. Fine. Fuck, I'm opening a window, it's too hot in here.
[Yes, good. That's better. That's going back to the proper way of things. Chuck rewards her for dropping the subject by kissing her just a hard in return, like good job for shutting up Raleigh, here's some Hansen loving for being such a well trained puppy.
Maybe it makes him an asshole but he trained Max to be pretty well behaved and Raleigh's well on her way to being at the same level as his bulldog.
She's definitely got a weird obsession with scars, both his and hers but he can pretend like he doesn't notice, if she doesn't talk about it. He wouldn't have thought that her kissing his scars would be as sexy as it is, and he can't really stop the shudder that rolls through him when she does it.]
Maybe it makes him an asshole but he trained Max to be pretty well behaved and Raleigh's well on her way to being at the same level as his bulldog.
She's definitely got a weird obsession with scars, both his and hers but he can pretend like he doesn't notice, if she doesn't talk about it. He wouldn't have thought that her kissing his scars would be as sexy as it is, and he can't really stop the shudder that rolls through him when she does it.]
[Since he's Chuck Hansen, and apparently grumpy, he has to try and ruin her cheerfulness. Or something. It's tradition to be hazed by a native when you're in Australia because the rest of the world is so weird that they have nothing to do but make fun of them.]
I don't really much feel like saving your ass from a drop bear today.
I don't really much feel like saving your ass from a drop bear today.
[Chuck likes to think that he's got a high tolerance. He doesn't actually but he also finds most people to be total and complete fucking morons and sorry, he doesn't have any patience for stupidity.
But anyway, if you were to ask him, he's been entirely patient with Raleigh for the past two weeks. He's put up with her touristy desires. He agreed to head down under for the Christmas season this year instead of holing up in their apartment, just the two of them. He's here, isn't he and he's said more than ten words to his dad (the official count is sixteen which is not a lot but it's more than ten, you need four hands to actually count that high) and he's mashing the potatoes for her.
And then, she makes a side comment about how he's going to regret not making peace with his dad while he's around and they've got the chance and he just snaps. Enough is enough.]
No, Raleigh if my dad wanted to do me any favors, he would've been more like yours.
But anyway, if you were to ask him, he's been entirely patient with Raleigh for the past two weeks. He's put up with her touristy desires. He agreed to head down under for the Christmas season this year instead of holing up in their apartment, just the two of them. He's here, isn't he and he's said more than ten words to his dad (the official count is sixteen which is not a lot but it's more than ten, you need four hands to actually count that high) and he's mashing the potatoes for her.
And then, she makes a side comment about how he's going to regret not making peace with his dad while he's around and they've got the chance and he just snaps. Enough is enough.]
No, Raleigh if my dad wanted to do me any favors, he would've been more like yours.
[He comes to a lot of conclusions when his dick is in his hand. Pun intended.
But anyway, Chuck spends a few moments just watching her, even though he heard her speak, he doesn't move to do what she asked. He's actually considering just doing it and not starting a fight and what the fuck is wrong with him. Since when does he not fight her on every little decision, since when does it matter that it's easier to just go with the flow sometimes.]
Chocolate sauce for what? [He asks finally instead of just standing there like a moron, just because it's something to do.]
But anyway, Chuck spends a few moments just watching her, even though he heard her speak, he doesn't move to do what she asked. He's actually considering just doing it and not starting a fight and what the fuck is wrong with him. Since when does he not fight her on every little decision, since when does it matter that it's easier to just go with the flow sometimes.]
Chocolate sauce for what? [He asks finally instead of just standing there like a moron, just because it's something to do.]
[Say whatever you want about his dad but talk shit about his mum and he'll punch you and he doesn't care if you're a woman or the Marhsal's daughter or what.]
I'm just catching up with an old friend. See if she's doing anything useful with her life besides tinkering with old, shitty rust buckets.
[Try and tell him that Gipsy Danger measures up to Striker Eureka, he dares you.]
I'm just catching up with an old friend. See if she's doing anything useful with her life besides tinkering with old, shitty rust buckets.
[Try and tell him that Gipsy Danger measures up to Striker Eureka, he dares you.]
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