RaSta 10 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]
Title: RaSta (working title)
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.
He smoothed his expression, hoping he didn't look as out of it as he felt.
"Morning," he said, setting his tray next to Yancy's and climbing over the bench to sit down.
"Hey brother." Tendo's smile was bright, but Raleigh caught the flicker of worry in his eyes.
He knew that he looked pale and exhausted, his face and eyes puffy and red. It was no mystery that he'd been crying, but out of politeness no one would mention it. He wasn't the first person to show up in public bearing the signs of grief. Everyone pretended that they didn't see it.
Raleigh cleared his throat. "Hey." He stuck a forkful of egg in his mouth. He didn't feel like talking.
"I didn't think you'd wake up in time for breakfast," Yancy said. His knee pressed against Raleigh's.
"Hm." Raleigh cut his three tofu sausages into bite-sized pieces with his fork. "I didn't want to sleep anymore."
"Well, eat up," Yancy said. "You need to get your strength up if we're going to blow them away at the TV interview."
Raleigh groaned. "I forgot about that."
"You've got four days to remember it," Yancy said. "We have to look our best so we can win over the hearts and minds of the world. There can be no moping around when we're on television."
"It'll be fine," Raleigh said. "I'll be ready." He ignored the doubtful look Yancy gave him, not wanting to get into a fight.
He ate his breakfast and pretended that everything was all right. Never mind that he was feeling stranger and more out of sorts the longer he was awake.
By the time he trailed Yancy out of the mess hall, he wondered if eating had been a mistake. He wasn't quite feeling nauseated, but the food was an uneasy weight in his stomach. One that pressed down more and more until he was having trouble drawing in a full breath and saliva was flooding his mouth and he was swallowing and swallowing.
There were standing in LOCCENT Mission Control while Tendo gave them the rundown when Raleigh realized he couldn't feel his fingertips or his face. His entire body was going numb.
"I don't feel so good," he announced, his voice coming out softer than he expected and somewhat spacy sounding. No one seemed to hear him as Tendo kept prattling on about whatever glowing thing filled the presentation screen and Yancy kept staring straight ahead.
Feeling alone, Raleigh decided he had to get himself to Medical.
He turned toward the door and took a few lurching steps before realizing his balance was completely shot. His left knee folded out from under him first and his head spun with vertigo as he dropped.
There was the sharp cracking pain of his kneecap hitting the floor. He had enough time to think Ouch before his head struck the ground.
Then he was out.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.
He smoothed his expression, hoping he didn't look as out of it as he felt.
"Morning," he said, setting his tray next to Yancy's and climbing over the bench to sit down.
"Hey brother." Tendo's smile was bright, but Raleigh caught the flicker of worry in his eyes.
He knew that he looked pale and exhausted, his face and eyes puffy and red. It was no mystery that he'd been crying, but out of politeness no one would mention it. He wasn't the first person to show up in public bearing the signs of grief. Everyone pretended that they didn't see it.
Raleigh cleared his throat. "Hey." He stuck a forkful of egg in his mouth. He didn't feel like talking.
"I didn't think you'd wake up in time for breakfast," Yancy said. His knee pressed against Raleigh's.
"Hm." Raleigh cut his three tofu sausages into bite-sized pieces with his fork. "I didn't want to sleep anymore."
"Well, eat up," Yancy said. "You need to get your strength up if we're going to blow them away at the TV interview."
Raleigh groaned. "I forgot about that."
"You've got four days to remember it," Yancy said. "We have to look our best so we can win over the hearts and minds of the world. There can be no moping around when we're on television."
"It'll be fine," Raleigh said. "I'll be ready." He ignored the doubtful look Yancy gave him, not wanting to get into a fight.
He ate his breakfast and pretended that everything was all right. Never mind that he was feeling stranger and more out of sorts the longer he was awake.
By the time he trailed Yancy out of the mess hall, he wondered if eating had been a mistake. He wasn't quite feeling nauseated, but the food was an uneasy weight in his stomach. One that pressed down more and more until he was having trouble drawing in a full breath and saliva was flooding his mouth and he was swallowing and swallowing.
There were standing in LOCCENT Mission Control while Tendo gave them the rundown when Raleigh realized he couldn't feel his fingertips or his face. His entire body was going numb.
"I don't feel so good," he announced, his voice coming out softer than he expected and somewhat spacy sounding. No one seemed to hear him as Tendo kept prattling on about whatever glowing thing filled the presentation screen and Yancy kept staring straight ahead.
Feeling alone, Raleigh decided he had to get himself to Medical.
He turned toward the door and took a few lurching steps before realizing his balance was completely shot. His left knee folded out from under him first and his head spun with vertigo as he dropped.
There was the sharp cracking pain of his kneecap hitting the floor. He had enough time to think Ouch before his head struck the ground.
Then he was out.
TBC...