[ her back hits the mat with an almighty thump, the kind of thump that pushes all the air out of her lungs and leaves her gasping for a few seconds in a way that has nothing to do with the arm over her chest or the body weight being held precariously above her. her head might have hit the ground a little too hard, too, and for a second chuck is just staring at the ceiling with stars sparkling behind her eyeballs. ]
Okay.
[ it's been five months since graduation, and three months since her first drop. statistically, it'd been a roaring success and the fastest kaiju take down on record. but walking out of the conn-pod had left her (and her old man, maybe, they haven't really talked) an emotional mess. all the training and test drives in the world couldn't prepare her for a full fledged drift with her father. sure, they'd run simulations before, but they'd been simulations and herc had successfully reigned in his emotions and memories, and she'd reigned in her hate. but distracted by the battle, which may have been brief but was incredibly fierce, neither of them could keep secrets. blaring light was shone on the darkest recesses of their minds; chuck discovers vivid memories of her birth and warm and of love, and herc discovers a deep seated desire to have had him perish in scissure too. at least then she would have been an orphan.
so naturally they're not talking.
and naturally she's glued herself to dean winchesters side as a result.
chuck can't put into words why she likes him so much, she just does. maybe it's his equally awful attitude and bleak outlook on life that complimented her sour one. maybe it was his history that was charted with just as much — if not more — loss as hers. maybe it was that he had pretty eyes, and life experience which had led them here. to the kwoon, with chuck on her back and trying to catch her breath. ]
Okay. You were right. [ first time for everything, right? and that's the first time chuck's said you're right with complete candor since she was eight and had messed up the pancakes. she wheezes. ] I don't have enough, ow, upper body strength. For that move.
[ Even Dean knows what he did was technically classified as wrong. Chuck says in Australia though sixteen means you're an adult. He believes her, but he also half thinks that she's lying to him just to make him feel better. In America sleeping with a sixteen year old when you were as old as Dean just was wrong. You went to jail for that shit. They locked you up and put you in a separate area because real hardened criminals beat up guys like Dean. Not that Dean sat around dreaming about this shit. There was just something about Chuck Hansen. Sometimes that made Dean stick around when he shouldn't even entertain the thoughts.
Herc punched him in the face in the kwoon weeks ago. Punched him hard and Dean knew why. Knew that Dean had touched his child in ways that he probably shouldn't have. He knew he fucked up. He knew that he was just pissing Herc off more, but he couldn't stay away. Couldn't stop being around her. He told her that he couldn't do that again. Couldn't do it because then Herc would find out and Dean would get another punch to his face for his troubles.
Yet here he was. Back in the kwoon with Chuck. Back where he shouldn't be. Invading her personal space. Sparring with her. Being next to her. Talking to her. All of it was something he just should have cut off. Should have been smart, but he refused. He just kept coming back. Kept getting pulled in by a sixteen year old girl with a chip on her shoulder and daddy issues out the ass. Maybe that was why he kept coming back. The daddy issues. Dean identified with them. ]
When're you ever gonna listen to me, kid?
[ He towers over her with a smile on his face. He looks more amused than pissed at the situation. Pissed that he shouldn't be here. ]
Most of my elders are, ah. [ her side spasms when she reaches up to take his hand — look how much she trusts you, dean, not even going to bitch about being helped up here, not with you — and gets worse when she half-scrambles, is half-hauled up on her feet again. ]
Most of my elders are full of shit.
[ but not him, right? he was different, and special, and chuck might have him on a bit of a pedastel, but it's well deserved. dean doesn't treat her like a kid; doesn't soften his blows, and doesn't act like he's better than her or like he's the boss of her. right now, in her rebellious period, he might be the only adult she'd listen to without bitching too much.
she's on her feet, but bent double to catch her breath. ]
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Okay.
[ it's been five months since graduation, and three months since her first drop. statistically, it'd been a roaring success and the fastest kaiju take down on record. but walking out of the conn-pod had left her (and her old man, maybe, they haven't really talked) an emotional mess. all the training and test drives in the world couldn't prepare her for a full fledged drift with her father. sure, they'd run simulations before, but they'd been simulations and herc had successfully reigned in his emotions and memories, and she'd reigned in her hate. but distracted by the battle, which may have been brief but was incredibly fierce, neither of them could keep secrets. blaring light was shone on the darkest recesses of their minds; chuck discovers vivid memories of her birth and warm and of love, and herc discovers a deep seated desire to have had him perish in scissure too. at least then she would have been an orphan.
so naturally they're not talking.
and naturally she's glued herself to dean winchesters side as a result.
chuck can't put into words why she likes him so much, she just does. maybe it's his equally awful attitude and bleak outlook on life that complimented her sour one. maybe it was his history that was charted with just as much — if not more — loss as hers. maybe it was that he had pretty eyes, and life experience which had led them here. to the kwoon, with chuck on her back and trying to catch her breath. ]
Okay. You were right. [ first time for everything, right? and that's the first time chuck's said you're right with complete candor since she was eight and had messed up the pancakes. she wheezes. ] I don't have enough, ow, upper body strength. For that move.
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Herc punched him in the face in the kwoon weeks ago. Punched him hard and Dean knew why. Knew that Dean had touched his child in ways that he probably shouldn't have. He knew he fucked up. He knew that he was just pissing Herc off more, but he couldn't stay away. Couldn't stop being around her. He told her that he couldn't do that again. Couldn't do it because then Herc would find out and Dean would get another punch to his face for his troubles.
Yet here he was. Back in the kwoon with Chuck. Back where he shouldn't be. Invading her personal space. Sparring with her. Being next to her. Talking to her. All of it was something he just should have cut off. Should have been smart, but he refused. He just kept coming back. Kept getting pulled in by a sixteen year old girl with a chip on her shoulder and daddy issues out the ass. Maybe that was why he kept coming back. The daddy issues. Dean identified with them. ]
When're you ever gonna listen to me, kid?
[ He towers over her with a smile on his face. He looks more amused than pissed at the situation. Pissed that he shouldn't be here. ]
Should start listening to your elders.
[ He holds a hand out and down to her. ]
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Most of my elders are full of shit.
[ but not him, right? he was different, and special, and chuck might have him on a bit of a pedastel, but it's well deserved. dean doesn't treat her like a kid; doesn't soften his blows, and doesn't act like he's better than her or like he's the boss of her. right now, in her rebellious period, he might be the only adult she'd listen to without bitching too much.
she's on her feet, but bent double to catch her breath. ]
Wanna, ugh — go again?