[March 24] [Pacific Rim] Four Things
Title:Four Things
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Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann Gottlieb/Newt Geiszler
It began tentatively. Neither of them were sure how much or how far was allowed and neither wanted to be the first to make a mistake. There was finally time. They could finally see who they actually were without the constant inevitably of annihilation hanging over them. Certain destruction was warily giving way to an uncertain future. There were a few things that seemed pretty definite. Newt had been sure of four of them. He was pretty happy about them all.
He was convinced that he and yes, Hermann, had saved the world. The whole world. Not just this particular patch. All of it. Every last human being alive on the planet was alive because of them. The world would've been overrun and eaten and the human race would've been wiped out and it hadn't. Because of him. Them. Because of them. After so long of being barely taken seriously and borderline being despised even when he was, his ego couldn't help but grow three sizes that day. Let Hermann be polite about it. Newt was going to cram it into ever face that ever sneered and do it with a song in his heart.
He was also certain they hadn't really put themselves out of a job. It was the talking heads in all the media that bickered and dickered without ever actually producing anything that would be left without a niche in this new environment, the self-righteous bastards. They had gained power and influence, profited from the kaiju, all the while being even less use than the kaiju's parasites. At least skin mites served a purpose. He was going to positively relish seeing those suits scrambling to kiss the right ass to keep from being kicked to the curb.
He was also positive that they hadn't seen the last of the Kaiju or their masters. The Breach had been opened out of nowhere before, it could be opened again. And who was gonna be the undisputed genius/expert/rock star once again? This time with hard core proof and very visible, worldwide proof? Oh yeah. The lifestyle he had become accustomed to would be all that much sweeter.
And he had been fairly certain that he was going to be the one leading this new dance with Hermann. Sure, he wasn't the most suave Gomez Addams around, but nobody who shook hands as awkwardly as Hermann did was very used to physical contact. From anyone. Ever. There hadn't been any very meaningful relationships visible in the Drift. And ok, maybe Newt didn't have that much to brag about either, he'd been too young, too smart, too annoying for most of his career, but he figured his animal magnetism and overall enthusiasm and yeah, the biological know-how, would carry the day.
He hadn't expected to be completely blown out of the water. He had fantasized about what Hermann's hands, lips, and voice could do to him, but he was completely unprepared for the reality. It wasn't even intentional. For once, Hermann wasn't trying to show him up. He was just touch-starved and making up for lost time. And he did. While they were supposed to be packing, that last night in their barracks before the Shatterdome closed, the first night in the place that would eventually feel like theirs, and in between their appearances at conferences, once just offstage.
It left Newt overheated and breathless and just digging every second of it. He had thought that being up to his armpits in frequently-occurring mountains of awesome was the good life, but this was pretty much bliss. He was still almost always the smartest person in the room, and was getting it regular from the only other person with a claim to the title. He really couldn't imagine it getting any better than this, which meant he had to be sure he didn't screw it up, even if his mistakes always did bring a smile to Hermann's face.
Day/Theme:
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann Gottlieb/Newt Geiszler
It began tentatively. Neither of them were sure how much or how far was allowed and neither wanted to be the first to make a mistake. There was finally time. They could finally see who they actually were without the constant inevitably of annihilation hanging over them. Certain destruction was warily giving way to an uncertain future. There were a few things that seemed pretty definite. Newt had been sure of four of them. He was pretty happy about them all.
He was convinced that he and yes, Hermann, had saved the world. The whole world. Not just this particular patch. All of it. Every last human being alive on the planet was alive because of them. The world would've been overrun and eaten and the human race would've been wiped out and it hadn't. Because of him. Them. Because of them. After so long of being barely taken seriously and borderline being despised even when he was, his ego couldn't help but grow three sizes that day. Let Hermann be polite about it. Newt was going to cram it into ever face that ever sneered and do it with a song in his heart.
He was also certain they hadn't really put themselves out of a job. It was the talking heads in all the media that bickered and dickered without ever actually producing anything that would be left without a niche in this new environment, the self-righteous bastards. They had gained power and influence, profited from the kaiju, all the while being even less use than the kaiju's parasites. At least skin mites served a purpose. He was going to positively relish seeing those suits scrambling to kiss the right ass to keep from being kicked to the curb.
He was also positive that they hadn't seen the last of the Kaiju or their masters. The Breach had been opened out of nowhere before, it could be opened again. And who was gonna be the undisputed genius/expert/rock star once again? This time with hard core proof and very visible, worldwide proof? Oh yeah. The lifestyle he had become accustomed to would be all that much sweeter.
And he had been fairly certain that he was going to be the one leading this new dance with Hermann. Sure, he wasn't the most suave Gomez Addams around, but nobody who shook hands as awkwardly as Hermann did was very used to physical contact. From anyone. Ever. There hadn't been any very meaningful relationships visible in the Drift. And ok, maybe Newt didn't have that much to brag about either, he'd been too young, too smart, too annoying for most of his career, but he figured his animal magnetism and overall enthusiasm and yeah, the biological know-how, would carry the day.
He hadn't expected to be completely blown out of the water. He had fantasized about what Hermann's hands, lips, and voice could do to him, but he was completely unprepared for the reality. It wasn't even intentional. For once, Hermann wasn't trying to show him up. He was just touch-starved and making up for lost time. And he did. While they were supposed to be packing, that last night in their barracks before the Shatterdome closed, the first night in the place that would eventually feel like theirs, and in between their appearances at conferences, once just offstage.
It left Newt overheated and breathless and just digging every second of it. He had thought that being up to his armpits in frequently-occurring mountains of awesome was the good life, but this was pretty much bliss. He was still almost always the smartest person in the room, and was getting it regular from the only other person with a claim to the title. He really couldn't imagine it getting any better than this, which meant he had to be sure he didn't screw it up, even if his mistakes always did bring a smile to Hermann's face.