striker_eureka | for driftcompatible, driftsolo

It's been a long day. His head's pounding again — probably not from his hangover, just from a stress headache, fucking paperwork, he hates it — and his face aches dully and all that Herc wants to do now is go back to his room and read a book or something, watch some TV, do anything other than focus on what's going on in his life.

But he hasn't seen Mako all day, hasn't had a text from her, hasn't heard her voice down the corridor, and he's a little worried. Not that she's hurt herself or anything, but that... Well. He's not really sure.

All he knows is he wants to see her.

So instead of going to his rooms, he turns left instead of right and heads down towards where she's still living. He could walk this route in his sleep, he's so used to it, and it factors into why he only knocks briefly on her door as a courtesy before pushing it open and letting himself in.

"Mako, sweetheart?"

He can feel the tension leaking out of his spine already as he steps into her room—

She and Raleigh are curled around each other, clinging to each other, their heads tucked in close. And while Hercules knows you'll always be physically close to your copilot, always want to touch and reassure yourself that they're really there, always want to be around them, to talk to them, to hear their voice and feel their presence beside you, that doesn't stop his heart from stuttering in his chest, a tiny voice in the back of his head crowing, hah I told you I knew this would happen you're never going to be good enough why do you even try anymore you should just give up already.

"Oh." Wow, is that really his voice? He doesn't remember sounding like that. He tries again, clearing his throat, his eyes dropping to the floor so he doesn't have to see them wrapped around each other. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you'd still be here..."

He's backing up now, reaching for the door.

"I'll...try later."

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striker_eureka

"I'm not going anywhere," he promises, lifting her hand and pressing it to his lips; not quite a kiss, more of a reassurance.

How the hell can he explain this to her without hurting her feelings? The last thing he wants is to hurt her.

"Nothing has changed, not really. I'm just coming to terms with the fact that I'm not your hundred percent." It's probably more seventy-thirty. Or at least, that's what he hopes. He's selfish enough to want her to love him more than she loves Raleigh, even though he knows that's not how love works and you can love two people the same amount but in different ways. Still.

"You aren't losing me. I love you. I love our baby. Nothing is going to change."

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driftcompatible

“This is all my fault. I should not have pushed you into anything.” Raleigh wouldn’t have hit him, and everyone would be happier.

That, though – those words? Make her reel back and look stunned – maybe it’s her youth maybe it’s her naivety, but that hurts because of course he’s her hundred percent.

“That – that isn’t true. You know you are. I would not be sitting with you right now if you were not.”

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striker_eureka

"You didn't push me into anything, sweetheart. Nothing is your fault."

He's marrying her because he loves her, because he wants to spend the rest of his life — however long that may be — with her, because she's carrying his child.

Oh, great, he's hurt her like he knew he would. Dammit. He's so tired of not ever being able to properly express himself, of not being able to find the right words to get his point across, of not knowing how to make someone he cares about understand what he's thinking without wounding them. This was so much easier in the Drift... But he'll never get to try to explain anything to her that way again. So he has to rely on clumsy words and stilted explanations and it just never works out how he plans.

He's bad at communicating.

"I know you love me. I don't doubt that."

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driftcompatible

It’s like she’s running into a wall. She doesn’t know if it’s because he’s not being clear or if it’s because he’s purposefully being vague or if it’s because she’s not asking the right questions.

“Okay.” She says quietly, because she’s not entirely convinced that he believes her.

She doesn’t know what else to do now than lay down on her side, tuck her pillow up under her head and curl into the fetal position.

“Will you stay?”

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striker_eureka

She drops the subject and he knows, he knows this isn't over. He knows she doesn't believe him. He just doesn't know how to change that.

He leans down and kisses her forehead, smoothing his hand over her hair again.

"Sweetheart, I'll stay forever if you want me to."

And he really means that.

He gets up and bustles around a little, turning off the lights and locking the door and changing out of his clothes, before he comes and joins her in bed, tucking the blankets around them both and curling up around her.

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driftcompatible

She stays there all curled up while he bustles, though she moves a little when he comes back and tucks them both into her little bed.

She stays quiet then, not wanting to say I love you because at the moment it feels trite and cheap and like he won't fully believe that's true anyway, so instead she just lays there with him, staring at the wall and pressing back against him, his heat and solid frame reassurance that he's still there.

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striker_eureka

She might not say it, but he will, murmuring it quietly against the back of her neck, his arm curled securely around her, his legs tucked up behind hers, cradling her against his body.

"I love you," he whispers again, pressing the words into her skin like maybe that will make her believe him.

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driftcompatible

Her shoulders tremble in a silent sob and she turns her face to press it into her pillow so that it will muffle her tears. She clutches at the pillow – it’s lace edged, handmade, something she’d done in her youth as a hobby that’s long forgotten – fingers gripping and twisting the soft material under her fingers, another indication of her internal pain.

“I love you.”

It’s whispered and her voice breaks, because oh God she loves him so much and for him to not believe it, not understand that he is her 100%, her lover, the man she’s going to marry, the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with and retire to Melbourne or the countryside of some nameless Japanese city or maybe even New Zealand with.

And he doesn’t believe her.

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striker_eureka

He feels his heart breaking when she starts to sob silently, her shoulders shaking as she turns even further away from him, hiding her face in her pillow. But there's nothing he can do about that, nothing he can say to make her feel better, so he just grimly holds on, presses his face into the nape of her neck and holds her steadily as she cries.

Finally her sobs even out and her breathing becomes steady again. He can't really tell if she's sleeping yet or if she's just exhausted herself, but either way, he nuzzles her quietly and sighs against her skin.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispers, pressing his hand lightly against her stomach. "I wish I could be enough for you. I wish I knew what I was doing wrong, how to fix this, how to make you happy again." God, he hopes she's sleeping. He doesn't really want her to hear this, even though yes, he does. But he doesn't. "Everything was fine until I had to go and get so fucking jealous and selfish, and god. I just. I love you. It kills me to know I've hurt you. I'm so sorry."

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driftcompatible

She’s spent; her tears have exhausted her and she’s cried until she just can’t anymore and she’s left laying there in his arms feeling so hollow and broken and devoid of content. She wants to sleep – she should sleep – but even as her eyes stay closed and her breathing evens out she knows that she can’t quite succumb to the peace that sleep can bring. She stays like that a long time, too – long enough that he could safely assume that she’s asleep and maybe he does, because he’s talking to her quietly, like maybe he half wants her to hear and half doesn’t.

She hears him though and she wants to cry anew but she just can’t, she’s got no more tears tonight so instead she just covers the hand over his stomach and gently squeezes it before she slowly turns in his arms so that she can be face to face with him, her forehead pressed against his.

“You are my everything, Hercules,” she tells him, eyes closing as she tries to keep her breathing even. “And I will spend the rest of my days proving it to you.”

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striker_eureka

Damn. He had a feeling she wasn't sleeping, and this just proves that. He waits and lifts his arm a little to let her shift in his arms, then curls his arm back around her when she's settled down.

He presses his forehead against hers and lets out a quiet huff against her lips.

"We're quite a pair, aren't we?" he asks, opening his eyes and trying to watch her from across the negligible space between them.

"But we'll be okay. I won't accept any other outcome."

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driftcompatible

"Mmm."

She hums a little in agreement, nodding ever so slightly in acknowledgment. She wriggles her arm free so that she can cup his face, fingers spreading out over his cheek.She'd love to believe that statement, it sounds so nice, them being okay and right, so that's what she chooses to believe, focusing on that instead of the negative.

"You're right. We will be."

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striker_eureka

He turns his head and presses his lips to the heel of her palm, deciding to change the subject.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" he asks, sliding his hand under her shirt so he can stroke his fingers slowly up and down her spine.

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driftcompatible

The touch feels good and it's welcomed. She relaxes under the het of his hand, sighing quietly like its some kind of confirmation that things will be okay.

"I never thought this would happen." She hadn't thought about it much. Not really.

"But...I think I would like a girl. You?"

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striker_eureka

He's so unbearably relieved when he feels her relax against him.

"A girl would be nice," he agrees, smiling a little. "She'll have your hair, soft and silky. And probably your eyes too. You've got strong genes, love."

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driftcompatible

Her arm moves from his face to loop around his shoulders, pulling him close to her before she presses back, nudging him onto his back so she can drape herself over him.

"Your smile, your nose..."

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striker_eureka

Hercules is more than happy to let her roll him over onto his back, his arms sliding around her as she settles above him.

"My nose?" He laughs, shaking his head. "Oh no, poor thing, not my nose. My nose is awful." He thinks it's stupid, all upturned at the end. "Your nose is much cuter." He demonstrates by dropping a kiss to the tip, letting his lips smack obnoxiously.

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driftcompatible

She sprawls easily, a leg over his and her palm smoothing over the flat planes of his stomach.

"Yes, your nose."

She gently swats his hip.

"It is not. I'm rather fond of it, actually."

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striker_eureka

"No, it's terrible, I wouldn't want to saddle anyone with my nose."

He's definitely playing this up, his nose is a little more cute than he would like but it's a perfectly fine nose, but finally, finally the mood of earlier has lifted a little and he wants to encourage this.

"I bet she'll freckle, though."

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driftcompatible

He's earned himself a little pinch.

"It's a good nose," she says firmly, though the idea of her freckling is too sweet to bear.

"I think she'd be perfect."

No matter what - no matter the gender, Mako will be happy.

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striker_eureka

That makes him yelp a little and flinch away from her fingers, but it's all him being ridiculous, her pinch didn't hurt at all.

"Yours is still cuter. Especially with freckles."

This is the best part of parenthood, when everything is rosy and golden and there's no need to worry yet, when you can pretend you're going to be the best parents ever and your kid is going to be perfect no matter what.

"Well of course she will, she's going to be your daughter."