If Chuck had a dollar for every time told him that you should never leave an argument unresolved, he could probably afford his own damn shatterdome in the short span of his lifetime; of course, if he had a dollar for every time he ignored advice, he could definitely afford to purchase the entire PPDC organization. Today was no exception.
Chuck had barely slept the previous night, his legs wrought with spasms from the drivesuit connectivity overload during his simulation that afternoon. He constantly, unintentionally this time, striking Raleigh when the particularly strong nerve reactions struck his calves. Chuck did feel bad for his boyfriend, but he was so annoyed at his body for convulsing and not letting him sleep that he was a right bastard when they had to head to breakfast before their assignments that day.
Chuck has complained, made smart ass comments, bitched at Raleigh for every minute inconvenience. His shirt that he wanted to wear hadn't been hung up in the proper spot, one of his shoes had been moved further under his bunk than usual, his breakfast wasn't hot enough, just in a foul mood, even in Chuck's terms.
Raleigh, with the patience of a saint, had snapped back, if it could even been called that, as they were leaving the mess hall, causing Chuck to take out his pain, exhaustion and irritation on his other half. Raleigh and Mako were running the simulations in the Jaegars that day, Chuck was working the command post in LOCCENT. He had refused Raleigh's kiss with a Australian insult that no one but Herc understood, and got to his position, headset on ready to guide the pair to a successful simulation. Today, Chuck didn't have the courtesy to keep their fight, (one sided fight?) private, instead he made snarky comments, and highlighted slight misses or mistakes that Raleigh did, causing a full out fight over the intercomm. Then out of no where, the neural handshake and connectivity malfunctioned and the rest is all a blur. Raleigh was no longer responding, the simulation ended, Raleigh was still unresponsive to Chucks calls, now full of worry instead of irritation. The medics pulled him out of his suit and took him directly to medical and wouldn't let anyone near him for hours, not that Chuck tried. He was still sitting at his station, staring at the screen that used to have Raleigh's vitals in front of him. His father had come in, said something that Chuck couldn't recall and left him.
Finally in the wee hours of the morning, Chuck let himself rise, his body no longer spasming as it were and slowly walked to where he knew Raleigh would be, they practically lived in the med center.
He sheepishly walked into the room where his blonde haired beauty was laying, and awkwardly walked around to where Raleigh was facing, mumbling a lame apology for his actions, but they fell on deaf ears. Raleigh was still unconscious. He called his name loudly a couple of time, each time louder with more worry, but still nothing. With slight panic he grabbed his medical chart and saw that he hadn't awoken since everything happened all those hours ago. Guilt flooded him, and he collapsed in the chair next to the bed, grasping his hand, squeezing, calling his name, not realizing the stray tears falling from his watery eyes.
Locked to rally_becket (Amnesia Meme)
Chuck had barely slept the previous night, his legs wrought with spasms from the drivesuit connectivity overload during his simulation that afternoon. He constantly, unintentionally this time, striking Raleigh when the particularly strong nerve reactions struck his calves. Chuck did feel bad for his boyfriend, but he was so annoyed at his body for convulsing and not letting him sleep that he was a right bastard when they had to head to breakfast before their assignments that day.
Chuck has complained, made smart ass comments, bitched at Raleigh for every minute inconvenience. His shirt that he wanted to wear hadn't been hung up in the proper spot, one of his shoes had been moved further under his bunk than usual, his breakfast wasn't hot enough, just in a foul mood, even in Chuck's terms.
Raleigh, with the patience of a saint, had snapped back, if it could even been called that, as they were leaving the mess hall, causing Chuck to take out his pain, exhaustion and irritation on his other half. Raleigh and Mako were running the simulations in the Jaegars that day, Chuck was working the command post in LOCCENT. He had refused Raleigh's kiss with a Australian insult that no one but Herc understood, and got to his position, headset on ready to guide the pair to a successful simulation. Today, Chuck didn't have the courtesy to keep their fight, (one sided fight?) private, instead he made snarky comments, and highlighted slight misses or mistakes that Raleigh did, causing a full out fight over the intercomm. Then out of no where, the neural handshake and connectivity malfunctioned and the rest is all a blur. Raleigh was no longer responding, the simulation ended, Raleigh was still unresponsive to Chucks calls, now full of worry instead of irritation. The medics pulled him out of his suit and took him directly to medical and wouldn't let anyone near him for hours, not that Chuck tried. He was still sitting at his station, staring at the screen that used to have Raleigh's vitals in front of him. His father had come in, said something that Chuck couldn't recall and left him.
Finally in the wee hours of the morning, Chuck let himself rise, his body no longer spasming as it were and slowly walked to where he knew Raleigh would be, they practically lived in the med center.
He sheepishly walked into the room where his blonde haired beauty was laying, and awkwardly walked around to where Raleigh was facing, mumbling a lame apology for his actions, but they fell on deaf ears. Raleigh was still unconscious. He called his name loudly a couple of time, each time louder with more worry, but still nothing. With slight panic he grabbed his medical chart and saw that he hadn't awoken since everything happened all those hours ago. Guilt flooded him, and he collapsed in the chair next to the bed, grasping his hand, squeezing, calling his name, not realizing the stray tears falling from his watery eyes.
What had he done?