There’s no way I’m finishing this fic tonight, but have the opening scene of the AU I’d hoped would be my entry for @g00week ‘s Day 4- 04 (Interim)
Lasse crosses to the door and
knocks rhythmically with the duh duh
dududuh duh duh that Lockon has come to expect from him.
He waits outside the cabin, head
bowed, listening for tell-tale signs of movement inside, but everything is
quiet and still, and Lasse wonders if Lockon is actually asleep. It wouldn’t be
all that surprising, given that most of the crew was currently slumbering
peacefully in their bunks, but Lockon hadn’t necessarily readjusted well to the
constant flux of time orbit, and was wide awake in the middle of the night more
often than not. Lasse realizes now that had been counting on that fact when he
But there is no answer from Lockon
and Lasse doesn’t want to disturb him if he isn’t already awake. He decides
that it may be better this way, after all, and he nods to himself as he decides
to continue on alone.
Just as he begins walking away, however,
the door begins to beep beside him. Lasse turns back as it unlocks and then
Haro must have interfaced with the
keypad, because Lockon is still sitting in bed, peering up in his direction as
the blanket pools around his knees.
“You awake?” Lasse asks
Lockon groans and rubs the heel of
one hand over his eyes, rubbing out the grit before trailing over the outlines
of the scars that cover nearly half his face. It has been nearly three years
since Fallen Angels, but the angry reddened skin is still starkly highlighted
by the light streaming in from the hallway, and Lasse wonders if he will ever
grow used to the jagged additions on his friend’s face.
As soon as Lockon realizes what
he’s doing, he snatches his hand away, hoping to draw attention away from the
action by rubbing both hands down his face.
“Sure,” he finally murmurs, voice
muffled as it comes through his fingers.
Lasse stares at him for a moment
before leaning against the door frame. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Wanna
take a walk?”
He winces, sure that the question
did not come out nearly as casually as he’d meant it to, but if Lockon heard
it, he doesn’t let on. “What time is it?” he asks instead, voice hoarse but not
Haro, used to fielding this
question at all hours of the day, instantly whirrs to life in his corner. His
wings begin to flap as he responds, “0420! 0420!”
Lockon’s face scrunches up at
that. “You’re up early,” he comments.
Lasse shrugs noncommittally and turns
to stare at Haro instead, as he rocks back and forth on the table, eyes
flashing at intervals in the darkness of the room.
“Have something I wanted to do
before everyone’s up,” he finally says.
Lockon blinks for a moment, lips
twitching. “Secret mission, huh?” he asks dryly.
“Come with me and find out,” Lasse
offers instead of elaborating further.
Lockon considers this for a
moment. “There going to be coffee on this secret mission of yours?” he finally
Lasse snorts, but agrees easily.
With that guaranteed, Lockon
doesn’t need to think about it for long. “Alright,” he says, already pushing
himself over the edge of his bunk. “Give me a minute.”