you can’t take the sky from me: ch 4 - emergency
a/n: <3 as promised, chapter 4! also. as a reprieve for my own sanity (WHY DOES TUMBLR NEVER COPY OVER MY ITALICS I SWEAR TO FUCKIGN GOD), I’ve decided to move to a system of posting the full chapters for this fic on ao3 and just the opening scenes over here. sorry to everyone who was reading the whole thing here but TRUST ME, ao3 is better and nicer for everyone. promise. also: i am desperate for more percy/pansy content so: send me all your recs! seriously! I NEED ITTTTT.
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The ship was falling apart around her.
Pansy grit her teeth as the entire craft shook again, and she shut her eyes to listen more closely to the noises the engine was making. Something was creaking, and something else was hissing, and- there! When a warp failed like that, you could almost taste it in the air. The alarm began to sound, muffled down in her quiet corridor, but present nonetheless.
Sometimes, Pansy hated that she was always right.
“Motherfucker,” she mumbled, if only because that was the only way she knew how to deal with engines, even if she was nowhere near them. “Cocksucking mother fucker,” she added, now trying to focus her aggression on Ron, the stupid little red-headed weasel who hadn’t listened to her because of a years old grudge. They were all going to die because he couldn’t get over almost losing a friend.
Pansy took a deep breath and then sat up a little straighter - someone was coming down the hallway.
“Hey!” she called, as someone dashed past her cell. “Hey wait!”
The footsteps skidded to a stop and backtracked. It was someone Pansy had never seen before, and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. How many gorram people lived on this boat?
“Look, you have to tell your mechanic that he’s gotta check on the exhaust valve of the warp drive combustion chamber, okay?”
“What do you know?” the person responded, and Pansy nearly screamed.
“Maybe nothing,” Pansy hedged, narrowing her eyes. “But maybe, this is just the start. It’s just a general error, right? So the problem could be anything. How much do you know about warp drives - the one in this ship specifically?”
The man hummed slightly, biting down on his lip and shifting slightly back and forth. “Well, erm, not much. Engines aren’t really my, ah, area…”
“What was your name?” Pansy jumped at the chance.
“Neville,” the man responded, and clearly tried to straighten himself out a bit as he said it. An awkward boy hiding in a man’s body - or, perhaps, a man still struggling away from the awkward boy he used to be.