FRIDAY MEME

[staturity]

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1. Comment with your characters
2. Someone else replies with a prompt.
3. Write out a drabble/fic/whatever filling that prompt.
4. ??
5. PROFIT!

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[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Jaime and an unpodded Jaime-that-was-on-the-ship-first are trapped in a deadly trap. They can't escape, their scarabs are shut down, and they're talking to try to stave off the fear. GO.

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

Somehow, this last mission had all gone horribly, horribly wrong. Jaime couldn’t exactly say why, and he didn’t figure his other self had much of an idea either. But here they were. Sealed in, air running out with each breath they took. And probably the bombs that the rest of the team had been supposed to plant in the facility ticking towards their inevitable detonation. He gave the door that had slammed shut a few moments earlier a swift kick, winced as unarmored toe met steel.

“I didn’t figure that would work,” he glanced back at his other self, grimacing, “I think. . .uh. . .I think this is it.” He almost didn’t want to admit it, and if it had been anyone other than himself, he might have put on an optimistic face. But with himself? It just felt right to face the facts.

“Yeah. Yeah I didn’t think so either.” The reply was heavy. The two boys, mirror images of each other (though one was slightly taller, a little more tired, a bit more haggard), slumped against the wall next to each other. Jaime looked over at his earlier counterpart.

“I kind of always figured I—we—would end up like this. You know. The heroing thing is dangerous and all.” He’s almost babbling, talking to himself to stave off the growing feeling of unease, fear, panic. Khaji isn’t even online and that’s what bothers him the most; that his partner, his friend, won’t be there with him at the end. The other Jaime grits his teeth.

“Yeah. I just—I’m not sure I’m ready yet. I mean, there’s still—we have a multiverse to save. And mom and dad and Milagro and. . .” Jaime nods, feeling his throat swell up as he thinks of his family and his friends, old and new. It’s not going to be easy.

“Th-they’ll be okay,” he replies with a conviction he doesn’t quite feel. And he knows that his other self knows it too.

“I just wish we could’ve seen them again. One more time, you know? They’re still in those pods somewhere and they’ll never—they’ll wake up and we’ll just be gone.” He reached out and clasped himself on the shoulder.

“I’m not ready for this. “

“I don’t think I am either. We did our best, though.”

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

OH Jaimes, you little woobies.

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime is such a woobie about his family.