Jake 2.0. Kyle Duarte/Jake Foley. 007. Days
TITLE: Seventeen Days
FANDOM: Jake 2.0
CHARACTERS: Jake Foley, Kyle Duarte, Diane Hughes
PROMPT: 007. Days
WORD COUNT: 755
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: The nanites keep count.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: From the Book Challenge.
Quotation from Homer’s Odyssey:
So for seventeen days he sailed on his course, and on the eighteenth there came into view the shadowy mountains of the Phaecians’ country, which jutted out to meet him
Table
He thinks it’s about three days before he wakes up. The nanites have been busy and only about half his bones feel broken. He drags his body three feet to the right to scoop up some half-melted snow to parch his thirst. Stupid blizzard. Stupid plane.
He falls asleep.
~
On day five, it snows. He can make out actual flakes and they are very pretty. Snow alleviates his thirst, but it also makes him cold. Summoning all of his energy, he heaps it into a pile and then digs a hole in it. His snow cave is warm and he is exhausted. Sleep soon comes.
~
It must be day eight when he wakes again. His head hurts a lot and the nanites are moving slowly because of the cold. Stupid nanities. He wonders why he’s not dead yet.
He gives some consideration to finding parts of the plane and seeing if there’s a radio. However, he has no idea where the plane is and everything still aches. The snow cave is very warm. Or perhaps he is just very cold.
He wonders what there is to eat. It is probably all buried under the snow, just like him. That is not good.
~
He thinks he might feel better if he wasn’t so very cold. He is hungry and that is making thinking very slow. He does think that Kyle should have been here by now. Why isn’t Kyle here? Kyle is warm.
Diane will fuss over him. He wonders if he will be warm enough to flirt. Flirting is fun.
It’s been ten days and nothing has tried to eat him yet. He thinks this is a good sign.
~
The snow coffin is boring him. He doesn’t want its walls to be the last thing he sees. He wants to see Kyle’s pretty green eyes. That would be nice. Maybe that makes him a little bit gay.
Is he gay? Or just cold? He can’t remember anymore. But Kyle’s eyes are pretty. The rest of Kyle is quite pretty too. And warm.
He wonders what it’s like outside, but he thinks it’s been snowing for about seven days now and that makes it…day twelve.
Where is Kyle?
~
He’s doing a lot of sleeping. The nanites say it’s been fifteen days. Well, they would say that if nanites could talk. Nanites can’t talk. He doesn’t know how he knows what they say anyway.
What if they can’t find him? He did bleed everywhere but that’s probably all pink snow by now. Pink snow would be pretty. Not as pretty as Kyle though.
Maybe he’s a lot gay. That would explain quite a few things. Death is good for explaining things.
He doesn’t want to die. Would Kyle cry?
He doesn’t want Kyle to cry.
~
Sixteen days. Something tells him he should try to stay awake. Maybe it’s the nanites again.
The snow coffin might be collapsing, or he might be going blind. He’s not sure whether he wants to see death or not.
He can’t feel his body but he can stick his tongue out a little way and catch the droplets of water on his tongue.
~
He’s going to die alone. No one can survive seventeen days in the snow. He wants to see Kyle’s eyes, but all he sees is black.
Death is close.
~
“Jake? Please, Jake, please…”
Even his eyelids are cold. They shift very slowly.
“Oh, thank God. Diane!”
He thinks he might be thawing. He can see Kyle’s pretty eyes. He’s warmer now and he’s still a lot gay. That’s good to know.
“Uhh…”
“Don’t try to talk, Jake. Just lie still.”
Diane’s voice is calm and that probably means he might not die. Kyle still looks worried though. Still pretty too.
There’s a mask on his face and the air is warm and moist. There is warm fluid in his arm and that feels good. He might survive this.
“I thought we’d…lost you.”
He tries to focus on Kyle’s eyes, to tell him that he shouldn’t feel guilty, that it’s all going to be okay. If nanites can speak, then so can eyes. Kyle might get it but his pretty eyes still look suspiciously wet.
It’s only taken him eighteen days to realise he’s in love with a man and that man is Kyle. He wonders how long it will take Kyle.
“Jake…”
His lips twitch upwards. Not long.
He closes his eyes, knowing that waking up will be sweet and warm.
FANDOM: Jake 2.0
CHARACTERS: Jake Foley, Kyle Duarte, Diane Hughes
PROMPT: 007. Days
WORD COUNT: 755
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: The nanites keep count.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: From the Book Challenge.
Quotation from Homer’s Odyssey:
So for seventeen days he sailed on his course, and on the eighteenth there came into view the shadowy mountains of the Phaecians’ country, which jutted out to meet him
Table
He thinks it’s about three days before he wakes up. The nanites have been busy and only about half his bones feel broken. He drags his body three feet to the right to scoop up some half-melted snow to parch his thirst. Stupid blizzard. Stupid plane.
He falls asleep.
~
On day five, it snows. He can make out actual flakes and they are very pretty. Snow alleviates his thirst, but it also makes him cold. Summoning all of his energy, he heaps it into a pile and then digs a hole in it. His snow cave is warm and he is exhausted. Sleep soon comes.
~
It must be day eight when he wakes again. His head hurts a lot and the nanites are moving slowly because of the cold. Stupid nanities. He wonders why he’s not dead yet.
He gives some consideration to finding parts of the plane and seeing if there’s a radio. However, he has no idea where the plane is and everything still aches. The snow cave is very warm. Or perhaps he is just very cold.
He wonders what there is to eat. It is probably all buried under the snow, just like him. That is not good.
~
He thinks he might feel better if he wasn’t so very cold. He is hungry and that is making thinking very slow. He does think that Kyle should have been here by now. Why isn’t Kyle here? Kyle is warm.
Diane will fuss over him. He wonders if he will be warm enough to flirt. Flirting is fun.
It’s been ten days and nothing has tried to eat him yet. He thinks this is a good sign.
~
The snow coffin is boring him. He doesn’t want its walls to be the last thing he sees. He wants to see Kyle’s pretty green eyes. That would be nice. Maybe that makes him a little bit gay.
Is he gay? Or just cold? He can’t remember anymore. But Kyle’s eyes are pretty. The rest of Kyle is quite pretty too. And warm.
He wonders what it’s like outside, but he thinks it’s been snowing for about seven days now and that makes it…day twelve.
Where is Kyle?
~
He’s doing a lot of sleeping. The nanites say it’s been fifteen days. Well, they would say that if nanites could talk. Nanites can’t talk. He doesn’t know how he knows what they say anyway.
What if they can’t find him? He did bleed everywhere but that’s probably all pink snow by now. Pink snow would be pretty. Not as pretty as Kyle though.
Maybe he’s a lot gay. That would explain quite a few things. Death is good for explaining things.
He doesn’t want to die. Would Kyle cry?
He doesn’t want Kyle to cry.
~
Sixteen days. Something tells him he should try to stay awake. Maybe it’s the nanites again.
The snow coffin might be collapsing, or he might be going blind. He’s not sure whether he wants to see death or not.
He can’t feel his body but he can stick his tongue out a little way and catch the droplets of water on his tongue.
~
He’s going to die alone. No one can survive seventeen days in the snow. He wants to see Kyle’s eyes, but all he sees is black.
Death is close.
~
“Jake? Please, Jake, please…”
Even his eyelids are cold. They shift very slowly.
“Oh, thank God. Diane!”
He thinks he might be thawing. He can see Kyle’s pretty eyes. He’s warmer now and he’s still a lot gay. That’s good to know.
“Uhh…”
“Don’t try to talk, Jake. Just lie still.”
Diane’s voice is calm and that probably means he might not die. Kyle still looks worried though. Still pretty too.
There’s a mask on his face and the air is warm and moist. There is warm fluid in his arm and that feels good. He might survive this.
“I thought we’d…lost you.”
He tries to focus on Kyle’s eyes, to tell him that he shouldn’t feel guilty, that it’s all going to be okay. If nanites can speak, then so can eyes. Kyle might get it but his pretty eyes still look suspiciously wet.
It’s only taken him eighteen days to realise he’s in love with a man and that man is Kyle. He wonders how long it will take Kyle.
“Jake…”
His lips twitch upwards. Not long.
He closes his eyes, knowing that waking up will be sweet and warm.