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Rocky and Grace finally make it to Erid. Now they just have to go through the process of getting Grace safely to the planet’s surface… which means taking Grace down the space elevator. Grace is less than thrilled by this (he wasn’t lying when he said he gets sick on the elevator, and that was elevators back on Earth. He’s not looking forward to this.) but it’s not like there are other options. He’s going to have to just grit his teeth and do his best to keep it together. At least he’ll have Rocky with him the whole time.

Rocky makes Grace a miniature mobile environment (kind of like a larger version of Rocky’s ball, but on wheels— complete with temperature regulation, a co2 scrubber, lights, etc.) which will protect Grace during the trip from the Hail Mary to his newly constructed Biodome on Erid. It’s fairly minimal, because the trip shouldn’t take too long. Rocky estimates that the whole process of getting from the ship to the Biodome should take 2.5 Earth hours at absolute most.

When it comes time to get on the elevator, Grace is… well, nervous would be an understatement. He’s trying very hard not to freak out, especially since there are two Eridians accompanying him and Rocky on the ride down. Rocky introduces them and explains that they’re medical technicians who will be part of Grace’s Biodome team. With Grace’s already iffy health, they’d thought it best to have medical personnel on hand just in case. If anything, their presence stresses Grace out more, but he really doesn’t want to be rude so he tries not to let it show.

After lots of laborious preparation, everything’s finally ready to go and Grace is sealed into his mini-environment. Final checks are being performed. Rocky is triple-checking the seals on the airlock of Grace’s ball, tap-tap-tapping away, when Grace shifts to sit in a different position and suddenly realizes that in the anxious frenzy of getting ready to go, he’d forgotten to do something important— crud. He needs to pee. It’s not urgent, exactly, but it’s definitely there. Grace quickly tries to take stock of his body and evaluate whether this is something he needs to deal with now, or whether he’ll be able to manage until they get to the Biodome. He really doesn’t want to make Rocky redo the whole process of sealing, locking and checking and double-checking his environment. On the other hand, Rocky did say it could take up to 2.5 hours to reach the Biodome. The thought of waiting that long makes Grace’s bladder twinge unhappily, and he instinctively shifts where he sits to cross one leg over the other.

“Grace feeling okay, question?” Rocky asks. He continues to tap against the xenonite, but Grace can tell that his attention is focused on both the airlock seal and on Grace himself. Rocky is an excellent multitasker.

“Uh— yeah. I’m fine, Rock. Just… a little nervous,” Grace manages. Darn it. He should’ve just been honest. This whole ordeal is going to be bad enough even without having to be uncomfortable the entire time. For some reason, though, he can’t bring himself to say it. He doesn’t want to make things any more difficult for Rocky and the other members of the Biodome team, not after they’ve already put so much time and effort into making Erid habitable for his strange, squishy alien self.

By the time they’re in the space elevator, Grace is having serious regrets about his decision. Gosh, he really hates elevators. His heart is pounding and he’s trying his best not to hyperventilate, but he can feel the downward movement of the elevator and it feels weird and wrong and it’s freaking him out. He’s starting to feel kind of nauseous, and he really needs to pee. His frayed nerves have spiked the urge from bothersome but bearable levels to emergency in record time. Sweat breaks out across his brow, despite the perfectly temperate levels inside his environment, and he shivers.

“Grace stressed,” Rocky observes softly from his position pressed up against Grace’s environment ball. He’s speaking English through the translator, and Grace is distantly grateful for the small amount of privacy that grants them from the other two Eridians in the elevator. At least Grace’s side of the conversation will be unintelligible to them. Though he doubts he’s making a great first impression regardless.

“Yeah, buddy,” Grace says, consciously trying to even his breathing. “Not a big fan of elevators. Don’t even like the Earth ones, honestly.” He’s trying for levity, but it definitely doesn’t come across. Even to his own ears, he kind of sounds like he’s about to cry.

Oh gosh, is he about to cry?

Don’t cry, he begs himself. Keep it together, Ryland. Deep breaths.

Except if he takes too deep a breath it feels like his bladder is being compressed, and that is not good. Controlled, shallow breaths it is.

“Rocky know Grace scared in elevator. Rocky here. Grace safe, safe, safe. Medical team here. Everything okay, everyone safe,” Rocky reassures him. The soft trills of Rocky’s voice slow the frantic pounding of Grace’s heart somewhat.

“Yeah,” Grace breathes, closing his eyes. “I know. We’re safe.”

He has to open his eyes then, because the lack of visual input is making the vertigo worse and his stomach is rolling dangerously now. The blood must drain from his face or something, because Rocky picks up on it immediately.

“Grace feel sick, question?” he asks, concerned, pressing impossibly closer to the wall of Grace’s environment.

“Mhm,” Grace responds, lips pressed tightly together. Opening his mouth seems like a bad idea right now. His stomach clenches unhappily, abdominal muscles tightening reflexively. Grace lets out an involuntary whine as the contraction of his muscles squeezes his bladder painfully. Oh, he really has to go. Like, now. Various types of physical discomfort war with each other for dominance. Nausea ultimately wins out, and Grace ends up hunched forward with a hand over his mouth, desperately trying not to throw up the small amount of coma slurry he’d managed to consume earlier that day.

“Grace not throw up,” Rocky tells him anxiously, which, yeah, that is what he’s trying not to do. “Calm breathing,” Rocky suggests, trilling lowly. “Like this. Will help.” Rocky begins to let out soft, rhythmic trills that mimic the pattern of calm human breathing.

This is something that Rocky has done for Grace before, mostly during the final few months of their trip to Erid, when Grace’s health had started deteriorating and his anxiety had begun to get particularly bad. Grace knows that it works, so he makes a concerted effort to match Rocky’s ‘breathing,’ even though the deeper breaths really press on his bladder and oh, that really doesn’t feel good, but he has to admit that the breathing exercises are helping with the nausea.

After several minutes, Grace finally feels like it’s safe to remove his hand from over his mouth. His stomach is still unhappy, but he’s no longer in imminent danger of vomiting. Alright, that’s good enough. He’ll take his victories where he can.

“Thanks, Rock,” Grace says weakly, leaning his head up against the xenonite wall where Rocky’s carapace is pressed. “I’m feeling a little better. That helped.”

“Good, good, good,” Rocky says, doing a subdued version of the Eridian ‘jazz hands’ gesture. “Very glad. Grace okay. Everything will be okay.”

Grace isn’t sure whether the reassurance for him or more for Rocky himself, but he’s grateful for it either way. The nausea has settled back into a dull sense of discomfort. Now that it’s taken the backseat, though, his other issue is quickly becoming impossible to ignore any longer.

He squirms in place a little, trying to find a position that doesn’t put pressure on his very full bladder. Nothing’s working. He re-crosses his legs, then crosses them the other way when it’s not enough. Every minute little movement of the elevator seems to jostle his bladder, and it’s starting to become unbearable.

Just don’t think about it, he tells himself. Focus on something else. Anything else. You’ll be fine.

…

Fifteen minutes later, Grace is decidedly not fine.

He’s distracted himself in every way he can think of. He’s gone through the digits of pi and then the entire periodic table in his head. He’s mentally recited the Eridian alphabet and numerical system twice over. He’s in the middle of trying to solve a complex equation in his head when he realizes that he can’t remember any of the numbers he’d just calculated. His thoughts have devolved into an endless loop of oh gosh, I really need to pee, I need to go so bad, I don’t think I can wait— ah, crap, I really can’t wait, I need to go now— like right now—

A bead of sweat slides down Grace’s temple. He has no idea how long is left before the elevator reaches Erie’s surface. He has no idea how much time has passed since the elevator ride began. Everything is a miasma of desperation and discomfort. He’s starting to panic. He hasn’t told Rocky about his predicament yet, because there was no benefit to doing so; it wasn’t like Rocky could do anything to help him— Rocky knowing that Grace was desperate would just make him worry and watch him more closely, which would add to Grace’s self-consciousness and embarrassment.

Now, though, Grace is getting legitimately concerned that he’s not going to be able to hold it until they get to the Biodome. He can’t sit still anymore, squirming and fidgeting uncontrollably where he sits in an effort to lessen the white-hot desperation that’s coming in waves now. Strangely, Rocky hasn’t commented on the fidgeting. Maybe he’s put it down to a result of Grace’s nervousness. Grace wishes that was the only reason.

“Hey, Rocky?” Grace asks. He hates how timid his voice sounds in the absolute silence inside the elevator. “How, um… how long until we get to the surface?”

God. He sounds like a kid on a roadtrip asking ‘are we there yet?’ He wants to melt into the floor.

Rocky thinks for less than half a second, probably mentally converting Eridian time to Earth time. “Twenty Earth minutes,” he replies, tap-tap-tapping to get a better look at Grace, who squirms under his scrutiny. Or maybe he just squirms because he can no longer physically prevent himself from doing so. It’s a toss up. “Is Grace okay, question?”

“Um.” Grace can’t really think through the haze of panic. Twenty minutes? There’s no way he can make it twenty minutes. Add on to that however long it’ll take them to get to the Biodome, and… yeah, there’s no way that’s happening.

Fudge.

Fudge, fudge, fudge.

Grace feels tears start to well up. Rocky, of course, notices immediately.

“Grace distressed, question?” This seems to catch the attention of the other two Eridians in the elevator, as they wordlessly angle their carapaces towards Grace and Rocky. Grace can feel his face immediately go hot with embarrassment.

Aaaand here come more tears. Great. Just perfect.

“What wrong, question?” Rocky asks insistently, claw tapping twice on the floor. “Grace? Rocky help. What Grace need, question?”

Grace wipes roughly at the tears running down his face and swallows hard, trying to force himself to maintain some semblance of composure. It’s… probably not really working, considering how he can’t stop wiggling and trembling and pressing his thighs together and just generally looking like someone who’s on the verge of pissing his pants.

Which he isn’t. On the verge of doing that. He can hold it… a little longer, at least.

“Uh, Rock…” Grace isn’t sure why he’s whispering. It’s not as if the other Eridians will be less likely to understand him if he speaks more quietly. They probably won’t understand him anyway, but they’ll definitely still hear any noise he makes regardless of the volume. Still, whispering just feels better. “I, um— I need to pee.”

The admission lands somewhat anticlimactically. Rocky is silent for a second, then lets out a sound that Grace thinks might be one of relief. “Oh,” he says. “Understand. We arrive to Biodome soon. Thirty Earth minutes, less if rush.” He hesitates for a moment, tapping against the xenonite wall of Grace’s environment, getting a clearer perception of the human. “Grace can wait?”

Grace feels a sob bubble up from deep within his chest. His whole body feels overheated, his skin too tight. It feels like his bladder is taking up all the space in his abdomen. It aches, badly.

Fresh tears dribble down Grace’s face. He looks away from Rocky as he forces himself to reply. “No,” he chokes, voice breaking over the single word.

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Rocky makes a noise that the computer doesn’t translate, but that Grace knows to be one of dismay. “Grace can’t wait, question?” Rocky asks, trying to clarify.

Grace’s embarrassment ignites into anger for a half-second at being asked to repeat himself—as if the admission hadn’t been humiliating enough the first time— but the spark fizzles immediately. Rocky isn’t trying to make this worse for him. He’s trying to understand, trying to help, just like he always does whenever Grace needs anything. Except Grace doesn’t think there’s much that Rocky can do right now to help him out of this stupid, absolutely-avoidable, self-imposed nightmare of a situation.

Swallowing back another sob, Grace turns to Rocky. “I… I can’t wait that long,” Grace confirms, and the way his voice trembles just adds insult to injury. “I really, really have to pee.”

As if to drive the point home, an overwhelming wave of desperation rushes through him just then, and Grace can’t help the strained whimper that makes its way out from between his clenched teeth. He tightens every muscle in his body, desperate to stop the inevitable, but it isn’t enough. A few dribbles escape, and the warmth feels absolutely searing on Grace’s skin as it soaks into the fabric of his underwear. Humiliated tears burn in his eyes.

“I don’t— I don’t know what to do, Rocky,” he says, halfway to a sob. “I really can’t wait.”

Rocky makes another noise of concern, pressing close to the xenonite between them. “Grace in pain, question?” he asks, worry audible in the notes that underlie the robotic translation of his words.

“K-kind of, yeah,” Grace admits, not wanting to flat-out lie to Rocky. He rocks back and forth in place a little, trying to soothe the burning pressure within him. It doesn’t really help, but the movement is kind of comforting, so Grace keeps doing it.

“Why Grace not tell Rocky until now, question?” Rocky demands, the notes of his voice changing pitch in a way Grace knows indicates frustration.

The change in tone makes Grace flinch, and the flinch makes him leak. A quick spurt of warmth soaks into his underwear. Without thinking, Grace shoves a hand between his legs and grips himself hard. The feeling of the warm, wet fabric against his skin makes his need to go ten times worse. A few more dribbles leak out, even with the added pressure of his hand. Oh gosh. Oh gosh. He’s actually going to piss himself. He can’t hold it.

“Grace? Grace?” Rocky has been trying to get his attention. He’s tapping on the side of the ball, concern clear in his tone and his posture. Grace can hardly focus on him with the way his heart’s pounding and the blood’s rushing in his ears.

The urgency is blinding. No amount of external pressure is enough. Grace is holding himself with both hands now, but he can’t feel his muscles threatening to give out. Another spurt escapes. This time, it’s enough to leave a visible wet spot on the fabric of Grace’s flight suit. He’s wearing the mustard-colored one.

Fudge. Why did he have to choose to wear something light-colored today? He’d wanted to look nice, to make a good first impression. He figures he’s well and truly screwed that up at this point.

Another leak comes close on the heels of the previous one. It takes Grace several seconds to get this one to stop, and by the time he does, his whole inner thigh is soaked. Grace sobs, then forces himself to look over to where Rocky is still trying to get his attention.

“Rock,” he hiccups, tears dripping down his reddened face. “I— I can’t. ‘M gonna wet myself.”

The humiliation of admitting it is absolutely scalding. Grace spends a few seconds wondering if anyone has ever actually died from sheer embarrassment or if he’ll be the first, before he’s distracted by the calm trilling of Rocky’s voice.

“Is okay,” Rocky assures him, leaning right up against the xenonite, like he wants to be as close to him as possible, and Grace doesn’t understand, because Rocky should be grossed out by him— should be disgusted by this, but instead, Rocky is comforting him, and letting out soothing trills in that specific register that he knows calms Grace, and Grace doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve a friend that loves him this much despite his infinite flaws.

“No, i-its not, it’s—,” Grace starts, but cuts himself off with a sob, shivering now as a steady dribble that he’s powerless to stop begins to soak into his flight suit.

“Is okay,” Rocky assures. “Grace is okay. Can clean later. Rocky not want Grace to be hurting. Wet is better than hurting, statement.”

Whether it’s a direct result of Rocky’s words or simply that a physical breaking point has been reached, Grace’s body chooses that exact moment to let go.

Heat rushes out of him, flooding his underwear and soaking the trousers of his flight suit within seconds. A puddle quickly begins to spread out around him on the xenonite floor. The relief is so intense that Grace feels dizzy. The feeling is so overwhelming it actually blots out the burning embarrassment for a few miraculous moments, and Grace tips his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of that awful pressure and pain finally, finally seeping out of his body. He’s shaking with relief as the ache finally dissipates, leaving his body so much lighter that for a few seconds he doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s soaked, or the fact that he just wet himself in front of his best friend and two other Eridians he just met. It’s only when he’s finally, blissfully empty that he blinks back into reality and looks down at himself to see his soaked clothing and the large puddle that has spread to cover most of the floor of the mini-environment.

No wonder I couldn’t hold it, he thinks somewhat deliriously. Probably should’ve been a little less hydrated for this trip. Or just remembered to use the bathroom before leaving. That would’ve worked. Well, you know what they say about hindsight.

Then the relief starts to fade slightly and the humiliation worms its way back in, slowly but surely. Grace shifts, cringing at the way his wet clothes cling to his skin. God. He’d fudged this up so badly. This is the worst possible first impression anyone has ever made in the history of all first impressions, ever. He should apologize on behalf of all of humanity. What if the Eridians are disgusted by him now? What if they no longer think he’s worth the effort it takes to maintain the conditions that ensure his survival? What if—

Grace’s spiraling is cut short as he notices that one of the two Eridians is speaking to Rocky, who has moved a little away from Grace’s environment and a few steps closer to the other two Eridians.

His brain is still fuzzy with some strange combination of humiliation and relief, and he’s still not fully fluent in the Eridian language, but Grace is pretty sure he catches his name a few times, and the words “water”, “human,” “leak”, “health”, and “danger.” He also hears the grammatical indication for ‘question’ repeated in several instances.

He gets more out of Rocky’s side of the conversation. Rocky is speaking much faster than he would normally do if he were speaking with Grace, so the translator is only catching about every third word, but Grace knows enough Eridian that he’s able to get the gist of what Rocky is saying. From what he can gather, Rocky is explaining to the other two other Eridians that no, this leaking of liquid does not mean that Grace’s health is in any imminent danger, and that yes, this release of waste fluid is a normal biological process for the human body, though it is normally something that is done in private, similar to Eridian customs regarding eating, (Grace is pretty sure he sees the other two visibly shudder when Rocky makes this comparison) and that yes, this societal taboo is part of why Grace currently appears to be distressed.

There’s a moment of quiet after Rocky’s explanation finishes, punctuated only by the soft sounds of the sniffling that Grace can’t quite suppress. Then, Grace hears one of the Eridians ask something along the lines of ‘What caused this to happen?’

Grace feels himself tense as he waits to hear how Rocky will respond. Rocky hesitates for what must be barely a second, but it’s enough time for Grace to start to feel physically ill from the anxiety.

Some aspects of Grace’s body are not working properly, Rocky explains to the two. Deficiencies of necessary vitamins and nutrients can create many problems for humans— which is why synthesizing these nutrients for Grace was and still is an immediate priority. Rocky pauses, and when he speaks again, his voice is quieter, directed entirely to the two Eridians in front of him. Grace has been through much difficulty during our journey to Erid. It has sacrificed much, suffered much. Throughout, Grace gave me kindness and understanding, always. Grace needs that now from us— kindness and understanding.

Okay, so Grace is pretty sure that Rocky just kinda-sorta lied to the other two Eridians to cover for him. Technically, nothing he said was exactly untrue, but Grace knows (and moreover, Grace knows that Rocky very likely knows) that this unfortunate incident didn’t happen because of malnutrition or Grace’s questionable state of health. Well, that might’ve played a part in it, Grace allows, but the main culprit was definitely his own distracted and forgetful nature, helped along by his apparent inability to speak up for himself.

But Rocky had saved him the humiliation of the other two Eridians knowing the details. Instead, he’s given him an excuse— and then had even asked the other two to treat Grace with kindness. Grace feels a lump form in his throat, his eyes starting to sting anew.

Oh, come on, he thinks. Please. I was just starting to get it together.

Rocky, who easily could be— and probably should be— grossed out by Grace and his squishy, leaky, nutrient-deficient human body, but who never once was. Rocky has been there for him through everything, no matter how ugly, no matter how difficult. Grace doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve that kind of steady, patient, all-encompassing love, but he’s grateful for it in his every waking moment.

The soft thud of Rocky’s claws against the elevator’s floor catch Grace’s attention, and he looks over to see that Rocky has left the two other Eridians and has returned to his spot beside Grace’s environment. As Rocky settles himself beside the xenonite structure, he gives several soft taps against the ground.

“How Grace feeling now, question?” he asks after a moment, carapace resting against the xenonite wall. “Pain go away, question?”

Grace leans against his side of the wall, feeling the slight warmth that seeps through from Rocky’s side. He scrubs at his eyes. “Ah… better. No more pain.” He pauses, trying to choose his next words. “Thanks, Rocky,” he says finally, resting his forehead against the xenonite. “I mean, for— you didn’t have to… but, I appreciate that you— um, told them— ,” Grace gestures vaguely at the other two Eridians, unable to get the words out. “Um. That you explained it… the way you did,” he finally settles on.

Rocky tilts his carapace slightly. “No need thank. “Rocky only doing as [ unknown word ] do for one another. [ unknown word ] take care of each other, always.”

The translator misses two of the words. Grace has a feeling it’s the same word twice. “New word,” he says, managing a smile. “Wow. It’s been a while since that last happened. What’s it mean?”

Rocky thinks for a second, probably mentally coming up with the closest English translation. “Clustermate,” he says after a moment. “Lifetie. Family.”

“Oh,” Grace says, voice suddenly watery. “Oh. You mean…?”

“Grace-Rocky Clustermates, yes. Family, loved ones. Lifeties. Grace become part of Rocky family cluster. Only if Grace want.” Rocky taps nervously on the ground with a claw as he finishes speaking, carapace still pressed against the xenonite directly opposite where Grace sits on the other side.

Grace laughs wetly. He wishes that by some miracle he could reach through the xenonite and hug Rocky. Instead, he settles for tapping the gently against the xenonite with the fingers of one hand. Rocky mirrors the gesture with his claw. “Yeah, Rocky, I really do want that,” he says, grinning now despite the tears that have somehow managed to gather in his eyes despite the fact that he thinks his body should’ve run out of fluids by now.

“Good, good, good!” Rocky rejoices, two claws raised in a spirited ‘jazz hands’ gesture. “Good, good, good, good, good.”

“You sure you want a squishy, leaky space blob as a Clustermate?” Grace jokes, still feeling bit of self-consciousness lingering alongside his awareness of the wetness of his clothes.

“Most sure,” Rocky declares. “Rocky love Grace. All the time. Even when leaky. Always, always, always.”

“Oh, Rock— I… I love you so much, buddy,” Grace manages, and then promptly bursts into tears.

Leaky space blob indeed.

…

(I don’t know how this happened. It got so sappyyy at the end. Emotions? In my pissfic? It’s more likely than you think! — 🥮)

Part 1

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Rocky telling Grace he'd rather Grace be wet than hurt😭 Telling the other eridians that was happening because of his malnutrition as an excuse so Grace wouldn't feel as embarrassed/bad about it (then making it known it's top priority that they help Grace AAA),,,,CLUSTERMATE LIFETIE CLUSTERMATE literally cryingggg when I first read that part AAAAAAA🥺😭💖💖💖💖💖

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