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promuseboxing2014-05-20 10:17 pm
ambisinister) wrote in promuseboxing2014-05-20 10:17 pm
their jaeger is probably named something dumb
It was their third kill ever, the fight with a class three kaiju that had been approaching the city fast. Their rig had taken minor damage, flesh wounds that had set his - their - nerves on fire. Hydra Fury was beaten up but not broken. Things would have been a lot worse if they hadn't pulled it together at the last second. Some people weren't meant to share brainwaves, but somehow the program had seen fit to pair him with Jackson. Even though they hated each others' guts they still had excellent drift compatibility.
Just went to show that the universe had a sick sense of humor.
In the aftermath Stiles was still wired from the fight, and even with the phantom pains from the damage singing along his nerves he couldn't stay still. Their jaeger was in the shop for the next two weeks and all he wanted to do was go run laps until the Jackson shaped hole in his mind went numb. It's either that or pick a fight with someone. A good plan except for the fact that closest person there to hit was the one who was just inside his head. That lingering feeling that his head wasn't his own kept making Stiles want to crawl up the walls and the last person he wanted in there was Jackson Freaking Whittemore.
And even once the neural bridge was broken he couldn't help but be completely aware of Jackson's location in relation to his own. The rhythm of sneakers on the indoor track wasn't helping him tune it all out. Maybe it was the craving for chocolate lingering on the back of his tongue. One he knew for a fact wasn't his because he'd been wanting skittles all goddamn day. Chocolate wasn't on the agenda but he still ended up making a stop at the vending machine and grabbing two bars.
The first he crammed in his mouth to maybe stop the need. The second he threw to Jackson without a word of warning. "I am so sick of having you in my head, you know that?"
Just went to show that the universe had a sick sense of humor.
In the aftermath Stiles was still wired from the fight, and even with the phantom pains from the damage singing along his nerves he couldn't stay still. Their jaeger was in the shop for the next two weeks and all he wanted to do was go run laps until the Jackson shaped hole in his mind went numb. It's either that or pick a fight with someone. A good plan except for the fact that closest person there to hit was the one who was just inside his head. That lingering feeling that his head wasn't his own kept making Stiles want to crawl up the walls and the last person he wanted in there was Jackson Freaking Whittemore.
And even once the neural bridge was broken he couldn't help but be completely aware of Jackson's location in relation to his own. The rhythm of sneakers on the indoor track wasn't helping him tune it all out. Maybe it was the craving for chocolate lingering on the back of his tongue. One he knew for a fact wasn't his because he'd been wanting skittles all goddamn day. Chocolate wasn't on the agenda but he still ended up making a stop at the vending machine and grabbing two bars.
The first he crammed in his mouth to maybe stop the need. The second he threw to Jackson without a word of warning. "I am so sick of having you in my head, you know that?"