a wound;

      It’s an impact that makes the bones beneath his flesh thrum like a bell. Everything seems to spark around them as the Jaeger nearly topples over from the force. Hands shooting out, he barely has time to catch himself as they lurch forward, head whipping around at the sound of a startled shout, and the sharp shards of glass pane falling to the ground in a fracture. 

      A sharp pain burning through his mind makes him recoil, a physical force sending him stumbling away from the panels— the connection is broken, he clutches at blood clumped strands of hair, digs his nails rough into his scalp as he tries to find his balance and make out what the fuck was happening. The abrupt stop had everything a blur, the throbbing in his skull making his brain rattle around his head like a fucking pinball. It hurts, it’s hard to focus, they constantly tell you not to break off without consent and he’s cursing before he knows it, stumbling forward almost blindly as he gropes mindlessly for his place. “Lottie ‘m gon’ fuckin’ kill you, jesus christ warn a guy next time-!”

      Silence passed, and he’d soon curse himself for not taking in the lack of retort sooner, the only thing that followed were shrill sirens from the failing machines, wounded and carnal noises from the injured beast knocking at the door and jack shit from his co-pilot. Which all things considered, Lottie being Lottie— it was a bad fucking sign, he was an idiot for not wondering closer why everything seemed so warm and wet and sick.

      Upon further inspection it seemed she’d went head first into the protective glass, and though not enough to break it completely was enough to damage both of them quite heavily— (at any other time he would have teased her, you really are thick skulled aren’tcha)- he was no doctor, but it didn’t look too good. Head wounds bleed, he knew they did, but the facts failed to keep the panic at bay as it started to rise, cold and heavy settling in his stomach as he reached out gently to touch her skin. His fingers pull away sticky, chilled, and he was nearly blinded by the sharp, intense need to fucking puke. Shit. Shit shit shit Shit shit SHIT.

      She was going to die if he didn’t do something. They were both going to fucking die if he didn’t— if he just fucking sat there. But the beast came knocking, the ground was shaking and everything was in pieces. It was amazing the hunk of scrap metal still stood, and it was a wonder for how much longer. There was no fucking way it’d work, they were both good as fucked—

      Startled out of his thoughts by a soft groan, Kori looked to see Lottie, still slumped over where she’d fallen, still a bloodied fucking wreck, pretty damn unconscious and reaching out. Reaching out as if she were trying to take back control, to start up the sync again and Kori, he was just….speechless. Just fucking speechless.

      Why was he wasting time wondering what he was supposed to be doing, when he already knew?

      With a deep breath he crouched beside her, fitting an arm under her legs and another at her shoulders and, doing his best to be gentle as he could lifted her. She whimpered in protest, and for some reason— some fucked reason, he found himself smiling. Muttering under his breath about how she was a lazy asshole, propping her up against the back wall and just staring, for a moment.  

     Staring for a moment, ignoring the protesting groans of caving metal, of shrieking outside their walls as he leaned forward on his heels, placing his hands on either side of her head and leaning in for a kiss. To her temple, at the edges of split skin and blood, it stained his mouth and made him cringe at the taste. Then he realized what he’s done, realizes he’d been kissing his stupid lesbian friend’s bloody ass head and he

laughed.

      Like it was the last time he might laugh in the world.

      There was more time to sit there, as he barely managed to catch her as the entire structure shook— thin sliced lines appeared on the glass, the monster’s were trying to claw their way in and Kori’s was not fucking having it that day.

       So he got up. Walked back over to the controls like it was any other day, placed his hands on both sections like they fit. Ignored the sparks that seem to shoot through his nerves, gritting his teeth against the pain and rolling his head to rest on his shoulder as he settled. Smothering the warmth of emeralds and sweet sweet cinnamon because he couldn’t afford to lose it, couldn’t afford to think of the before after because there was then. There was only then, and he needed to see to there being a later.

     It hurt. He was scared, and yet he still couldn’t help but think he’d rather be there than where she would be. 

      It seems like an eternity before what she can make out what's happening around her, being jolted into awareness abruptly as the sound of something shrieks in the distance. Shrill and panicked, the pained garble of something breathing the last few breaths of life. With a struggle, she manages to pull herself up into a high kneel, scrambling to grab at loose pieces of metal and broken circuitry to peer out the shattered front panel. There's a mess of flesh, terror and death that seems to be literally infused into the flank of the Jaeger-- Lottie honestly can't imagine how it happened, can't seem to figure out where machine ends and Kaijuu begins. But it's obvious it's as good as gone, giving a last few struggling whines, managing to shake the ground with a slight rumple before going completely limp. Quiet. It's almost a sad sight to behold, something dying in such a gruesome way...not much worse to what she's seem them do to others, though. The pity is short lived.

       But the curiosity isn't. It was still fuzzy, but last she had remembered it had been far from dead. It had actually been kind of kicking their ass, really--

      Their.

      Shit.

      Realization comes with a sinking feeling of dread. Her fingers spread taught across the panel, curling into her palms with enough force to bring drops of blood through crescent shaped indents. For one of the first times in her fucking life since she got drafted into this shit, after having faced death how many times, laughing it's face she's...terrified. Frozen stiff with absolute fear, with completely dread because for the past few moments she's been awake, active and moving her partner hasn't made a sound; and the world is far, far too quiet.

      God. She doesn't want to look.

      Time seems to slow to a crawl in the time it takes to work up the courage, swallowing down quick, shallow breaths as she forces her head to turn. Choke down the worry, because it's fine. Kori's fine, he'll be sitting there, propped up against the wall and giving her a peculiar face for looking like a  deer caught in the headlights. 

's got y'r panties in a knot there, y' big lesbo. Lil' bonk t' the noggin' got'cha all fucked up?

         He'll be sitting there, smirking, and not sprawled out on the ground with sticky red blood staining at his pretty pale skin, which she'd always mock for being nicer than any girl's she's ever seen. There'd be a little scuffle, where he'd slug her in the arm with not too much strength, because he was actually kind of strong for a midget and not as limp and loose as a rag doll. But of course she'd whack him back, not really caring to handle herself because she knows too well he can take a hit, any kind of hit even, even a shard of glass going through his stomach. It's just a flesh wound, he'd say, he might even do the accent for shits and giggles! Kori was never quiet, never still, never so....dead looking.

      So she'd have no reason to crawl over to his corpse-- body. Fainted body. She reaches carefully with trembling fingers, touching light at the edges of the glass because she doesn't want it to hurt more when he wakes up. Shaking at his shoulders and calling his name is just to wake him up sooner, she's tired and sore and wants to get out of there. Kori has to explain how he managed to defeat the Kaijuu, how he managed to continue piloting even after she'd lost consciousness. That was so fucking rad! But he'd probably have a fucking kick out of getting to be smug about it, because everyone knew fucking up a rift like that could kill you. But he was Kori, so like something shitty like that would do him in.

      Right?

     Right. She was screaming his name because he was a lazy asshole who wouldn't wake up. Tears were springing to her eyes because she was just so fucking happy that he was okay, beating her fists against his chest because....because she was...just waking him up. He just needed to wake up, that was all.

      It was quiet because he was sleeping. Right, Kori?

{ bYE IM DONE I LET OUT THIS GASP AND SAID, “NO FUCKING WAY THATS NOT ///FAIR///”

lottie retires after that and eventually mandkind gets their shit together, and her and lia are living happy somewhere in their cute little domestic world

{how dARE YOU ADAM IM REALLY FUCKING SAD AT THIS NOW I HATE U

✤ pacific rim

crying bcuz i nEVER GOT THE CHANCE but i can do something from what i do know and by that i mean read off the wiki

so im not EXACTLY sure who kori would co-pilot with. im THINKING lottie bcuz i can totally see the two of them being compatible just bcuz they’re both dummy lovestruck dorks. 

but other than that i dont know much. hMMMMM. he has other friends who’re probably pilots like the one little ice queen who looks way too little to be as strong as she is, and the one guy who smiles way too bright for someone who can kick your ass as easy as he can

and just like any other time and place, he falls just as hard. except this time it’s for one of the jaeger pilot’s doctors (or something like that I NEED TO SEE  THE MOVIE)