Murphy’s Law. It doesn’t usually rule Catherine Halsey’s life, but there are days--bad ones--where nothing seems to care about her pride, her expertise, her feelings. Today is one of those days.
Nothing went right. The morning was fraught with technical difficulties, and she’s still lamenting them now. One tripped fuse by some idiot assistant, putting her tests back an hour, meaning that her favorite Ranger--Jacob Keyes--wouldn’t make it to his secondary physical training on time. And then the Kaiju attacked. As if things couldn’t get worse.
He had scrambled to the prep area, been shuffled into his Jaeger with another temporary partner and she prayed--in so much as one can without actually believing in anything of the sort--that he wouldn’t pick this day to prove her wrong. She considers him Type O, compatible with everyone, and she’s done her damnedest to make him so. Her eyes are fixed on the screen as everything unfolds, breath held, glasses slipping down her nose before she finally removes them and shoves them nervously into a pocket on her lab coat.
Of course the battle is hard, and of course there are more screaming alarms than she honestly wants to deal with, but in the end? In the end he proves her right. He is the best damn ranger out there; let no one tell her differently. He’s become an obsession, a project, something she looks forward to every day. He’s unique, somehow kind but firm, and he never hesitates to do what needs to be done. He’s perfect, she thinks, and wonders if this is what affection feels like.
Because he’s different. He’s special.
And as she turns away from the screen, she thanks a god she doesn’t believe in for a man she’ll never have.
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catherine x jacob | pacific rim au
30/7/13 16:07 (UTC)Nothing went right. The morning was fraught with technical difficulties, and she’s still lamenting them now. One tripped fuse by some idiot assistant, putting her tests back an hour, meaning that her favorite Ranger--Jacob Keyes--wouldn’t make it to his secondary physical training on time. And then the Kaiju attacked. As if things couldn’t get worse.
He had scrambled to the prep area, been shuffled into his Jaeger with another temporary partner and she prayed--in so much as one can without actually believing in anything of the sort--that he wouldn’t pick this day to prove her wrong. She considers him Type O, compatible with everyone, and she’s done her damnedest to make him so. Her eyes are fixed on the screen as everything unfolds, breath held, glasses slipping down her nose before she finally removes them and shoves them nervously into a pocket on her lab coat.
Of course the battle is hard, and of course there are more screaming alarms than she honestly wants to deal with, but in the end? In the end he proves her right. He is the best damn ranger out there; let no one tell her differently. He’s become an obsession, a project, something she looks forward to every day. He’s unique, somehow kind but firm, and he never hesitates to do what needs to be done. He’s perfect, she thinks, and wonders if this is what affection feels like.
Because he’s different. He’s special.
And as she turns away from the screen, she thanks a god she doesn’t believe in for a man she’ll never have.