[ pain transmits differently up mechanical nerves. so does everything else but chuck spends a lot more time pinching the fake skin and digits than she does gently caressing her forearm. she's test driving, and you're not supposed to be gentle with a test drive; she's also bitter about the fake limb, and you don't treat things that insult you by their very existence kindly. what few techs they still have in the shatterdome keep fiddling with it, keep peeling back the plastic skin like newton geiszler peels back his shirt cuffs, and taking micro screwdrivers to the joints and — it's one of the most disturbing things she's ever witnessed, seeing her almost passable skin being removed. but the arm never felt right, so it wasn't that much of a shock every time it happened.
it hurt. her shoulder ached constantly, and sometimes she imaged pains in her elbows and fingers as well. the doctors say maybe she should rest and go back to the sling, but chuck's stubborn and refuses once they begrudgingly admit that her arm's not going to fall off if she keeps assalting punching bags. the hansens were never a weepy sort; they may have grown misty eyed and shed a few tears when they were saying goodbye (and hello), but other than that chuck's not cried since they first anchored the supportive plate in her bone, and refuses to cry or bitch and complain about residual aches. she refuses to even talk about them, and starts heavily favoring her left arm subconsciously. she suddenly understands raleigh becket's love for long sleeved sweaters, because every time she looks down and the tattoo of striker's logo isn't on her forearm, she feels a little sick.
she actually understands a lot more about raleigh becket. now. after. likes him a lot more, but it's different; it's not hero worship, and not just respect. there's a lot of respect, sure, because hey, thanks for (helping in) saving the world, becket. chuck's never been very good with emotions. no matter how much she was encouraged to use your words, charlotte as a child, that only went so far if your vocabulary was limited, so she doesn't know what to say to him a lot of the time, and doesn't know what to tell herself either. so when they talk, they talk about stupider things. like how much faster striker is (was) than gipsy right now, squished together on their sides in the bunk in her (and her old man's, but they've separate rooms and is never around anymore) quarters. they have their clothes on,and the lights on too, but they're talking quietly, hushedly; breathing in each other's faces. and she's laying on her right arm, otherwise she'd use that one to gently stroke the side of his face. but it's the fake arm she raises, and fake fingers that she pets his cheek with.
just as her faux nerves transmit pain differently, they transmit tickling differently too. but that doesn't mean she doesn't know he's got more facial hair than usual. for one, she can see it, and wrinkles her nose in distaste. ]
I know she's slower. I've seen ya fight, I watched your entire brawl with Leatherback from the top of Striker. Mako may have made some improvement, but she can't fix old fashion mechanics. And you should shave, mate.
[Striker Eureka was one impression Jaeger, don't get him wrong. He can admit that. He can even admit a little part of him wants to know what it was like to pilot her, to feel her speed and her force. But he's never going to really love another one more than he loves Gipsy. Gipsy is his girl. Gipsy is the one who was there with his brother and now Mako and those are the two most important people in his world.
Don't ask him where Chuck is on the hierarchy because he just doesn't know. Has no idea if it's tied for first with the others or sitting somewhere below that. Or even above it god forbid.]
[ faster always means better, and she has a higher kill notched in her battered, commemorated in a museum drive suit than he does. raleigh can have the closed the breach thing under his belt, there were no television crews around to catch that, which means she and mako (and pentecost) are the only ones who got to see the event upclose and personal, and after striker destructed chuck hadn't seen much of anything except redredred and pain and the inside of her skull. but from what she heard, mako passed out too, so she doesn't feel so bad. mako didn't even get a cool — "cool" — robotic limb replacement, and that means chuck still racked up more badassery points.
[Saving the world earned Raleigh enough points in the badass department to last him for literally his entire life and his children's lives. It's like a trump card he's got up his sleeve all the time and one that he'd never think to use.]
So-- manly.
[This is Raleigh moving so rub his scratch cheek against hers, just to be a shit head.]
[ saving the world isn't gonna save him from getting a palm to the face and being shoved away from her because ow, she doesn't grow facial hair, don't subject her to your whisker burn christ. ]
Ow, Becket — I'll shave you in your sleep, and I'll nick you just for shits.
[Doesn't she know, that just encourages him. It makes him laugh and rub his cheek against her palm, in a strange kind of nuzzle and it's affectionate but it could be ridiculous too.]
Ow — [ there's a few unfortunate seconds where her faux arm is sandwiched between them, and it actually does hurt quite a bit; but a hiss and a sharp wiggle, and she's got one arm around his neck and the other running down his spine, tucking his shirt into his pants in a weird, uncoordinated grope. ]
Gonna let me lock you in my room? I have one dog already, so I'll be really good about bringing you food and water. You're even already house trained.
[Her arm weirds him out sometimes. How he knows it's fake but it still has all the sensation and feeling of a real arm. It feels like undoing what happened, if that makes sense.
That's disgusting. [ and she's scowling, like imagining hitting him with a newspaper would make one magically appear and start swatting him in the back of the head. when one doesn't, she pokes his nose and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth disapprovingly. ]
Well, I'm thinking about kicking you in the shins for starters. Then maybe properly kick your ass, knock you out and shave that ugly ass beard.
[ but for all her talk, there's no a lot of walk. there's not even a lot of vitriol in her talk, and she's certainly not fighting him very much. she's even bringing her other arm up over her head, though physical compliance doesn't mean she's going to stop bitching. ]
[Sticks and stones may break his bones but words will never hurt him. AKA Raleigh is too busy deciding that he wants to go for her neck with his mouth, rub his shadowy chin all over.]
You said that already. [He bites her right then.] That really doesn't turn you on at all?
[ that tickles — and something a little more than tickles, christ raleigh, don't bite; rather, don't start what you're not about to finish — so with a rather indignant squack, chuck's trying to squeeze his face out of her neck by pressing her cheek to her shoulder. ]
If I were to give you a list of the top hundred things you could do to turn me on, that still wouldn't be on it.
[Who said he wasn't planning on following through? Raleigh's not deterred too much, moving on to greener pastures, meaning down her chest where she can't headbutt him away and oh yeah, there's boobs there.]
You can try, [ she teases, as if sing song could hide the breathy hitch in her voice. she slips her fingers under his chin, but makes no move to pull him back up towards her face. ]
I can do a lot in fifteen minutes. [murmured against the curve of her breast before he continues down, pushes her shirt up so he can start in on trailing kisses and his whiskers along the soft skin there.]
[ he's right, they can do a lot in fifteen minutes, and she'll let him; is half expecting some quick cunnalingus and to go see her father with some slap happy post orgasmic grin ok her face. then, you know, maybe later she'd give him a blowjob but —
to get to that point she'd have to take her pants off or something; pretty much anything except suddenly convulse in laughter and sock him in the face because his beard tickled and she's trying to shove him off of her.
aaaand suddenly there's blood. everywhere. and she's sitting up so fast she gets a head rush, but his bleeding face is more concerning. ]
[He's broken his nose before, and hate to say it-- but it feels just like this. Like there's blood everywhere and he can't breathe very well through it and there's this pressure in his face and who the fuck punches someone when they're about to get some sex. Seriously, Chuck, you have problems.
Groaning, Raleigh sits up, holding his nose between his fingers. She is such a bitch. And he's so love with her. And this is such a bad time to realize that.]
[ and she's even peeling out from under him so she can pick a towel out of her closet and shove it in his face. her hand goes to cradle the back of his head, pushing it forward so he can't tip his head back again. ]
Don't — don't. You're gonna swallow a lot of blood.
[You know what bugs the everlasting shit out of Raleigh? When Chuck is right. Like right now, that knocking his head back will just make him swallow the blood and not stop any bleeding. Not like just keeping pressure on it will, which. She's got that pretty covered.
[ because that is perfectly logical in chuck world. and since he seems interested in taking up residence in chuck world, he better become accustomed to chuck logic. ]
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i'm attached to this robotic arm idea okok
it hurt. her shoulder ached constantly, and sometimes she imaged pains in her elbows and fingers as well. the doctors say maybe she should rest and go back to the sling, but chuck's stubborn and refuses once they begrudgingly admit that her arm's not going to fall off if she keeps assalting punching bags. the hansens were never a weepy sort; they may have grown misty eyed and shed a few tears when they were saying goodbye (and hello), but other than that chuck's not cried since they first anchored the supportive plate in her bone, and refuses to cry or bitch and complain about residual aches. she refuses to even talk about them, and starts heavily favoring her left arm subconsciously. she suddenly understands raleigh becket's love for long sleeved sweaters, because every time she looks down and the tattoo of striker's logo isn't on her forearm, she feels a little sick.
she actually understands a lot more about raleigh becket. now. after. likes him a lot more, but it's different; it's not hero worship, and not just respect. there's a lot of respect, sure, because hey, thanks for (helping in) saving the world, becket. chuck's never been very good with emotions. no matter how much she was encouraged to use your words, charlotte as a child, that only went so far if your vocabulary was limited, so she doesn't know what to say to him a lot of the time, and doesn't know what to tell herself either. so when they talk, they talk about stupider things. like how much faster striker is (was) than gipsy right now, squished together on their sides in the bunk in her (and her old man's, but they've separate rooms and is never around anymore) quarters. they have their clothes on,and the lights on too, but they're talking quietly, hushedly; breathing in each other's faces. and she's laying on her right arm, otherwise she'd use that one to gently stroke the side of his face. but it's the fake arm she raises, and fake fingers that she pets his cheek with.
just as her faux nerves transmit pain differently, they transmit tickling differently too. but that doesn't mean she doesn't know he's got more facial hair than usual. for one, she can see it, and wrinkles her nose in distaste. ]
I know she's slower. I've seen ya fight, I watched your entire brawl with Leatherback from the top of Striker. Mako may have made some improvement, but she can't fix old fashion mechanics. And you should shave, mate.
i love it
[Striker Eureka was one impression Jaeger, don't get him wrong. He can admit that. He can even admit a little part of him wants to know what it was like to pilot her, to feel her speed and her force. But he's never going to really love another one more than he loves Gipsy. Gipsy is his girl. Gipsy is the one who was there with his brother and now Mako and those are the two most important people in his world.
Don't ask him where Chuck is on the hierarchy because he just doesn't know. Has no idea if it's tied for first with the others or sitting somewhere below that. Or even above it god forbid.]
You don't like my beard? I think it's manly.
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this facial hair is earning him none, however. ]
Nah, it's scratchy. You look like a filthy biker.
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So-- manly.
[This is Raleigh moving so rub his scratch cheek against hers, just to be a shit head.]
I'm not shaving right now.
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Ow, Becket — I'll shave you in your sleep, and I'll nick you just for shits.
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I'll spend the night in my own room then.
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Good, maybe I won't have a crick in my neck from sleeping against the wall so I can make room for your fat ass.
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I'm never leaving.
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Gonna let me lock you in my room? I have one dog already, so I'll be really good about bringing you food and water. You're even already house trained.
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Maybe it doesn't, maybe he's just being stupid.]
I hope you don't do what you do with me with Max.
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Bad, Becket. Bad, that's very bad.
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What are you gonna do about it?
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[ but for all her talk, there's no a lot of walk. there's not even a lot of vitriol in her talk, and she's certainly not fighting him very much. she's even bringing her other arm up over her head, though physical compliance doesn't mean she's going to stop bitching. ]
Come on, Raleigh, you look like a filthy biker.
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You said that already. [He bites her right then.] That really doesn't turn you on at all?
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If I were to give you a list of the top hundred things you could do to turn me on, that still wouldn't be on it.
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Maybe I could change your mind.
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I've got to go meet my old man in, like, fifteen.
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to get to that point she'd have to take her pants off or something; pretty much anything except suddenly convulse in laughter and sock him in the face because his beard tickled and she's trying to shove him off of her.
aaaand suddenly there's blood. everywhere. and she's sitting up so fast she gets a head rush, but his bleeding face is more concerning. ]
Shit, I'm — fuck, I'm sorry.
intentional duck there
[He's broken his nose before, and hate to say it-- but it feels just like this. Like there's blood everywhere and he can't breathe very well through it and there's this pressure in his face and who the fuck punches someone when they're about to get some sex. Seriously, Chuck, you have problems.
Groaning, Raleigh sits up, holding his nose between his fingers. She is such a bitch. And he's so love with her. And this is such a bad time to realize that.]
Duck you, Chuck.
duck duck goose
[ and she's even peeling out from under him so she can pick a towel out of her closet and shove it in his face. her hand goes to cradle the back of his head, pushing it forward so he can't tip his head back again. ]
Don't — don't. You're gonna swallow a lot of blood.
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Such a fucked up love.]
Ugh, you owe me.
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[ because that is perfectly logical in chuck world. and since he seems interested in taking up residence in chuck world, he better become accustomed to chuck logic. ]
You got blood all over me, Becket.
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Deal wid it.
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