#thom a293

Original noble 6 : Thom-A293 with a Therizinosaurus.

Kat and rosenda. Just because I can and also because of this thing I read that permanently altered my brain chemistry.

Edit: yes Kat still has her arm because it's pre-thom dying

Also Thom is such a menace I literally love him so much. Like he's peak as fuck.

Noble team drabble (microfic? shortfic?)

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This is home.

Her hands flit around his temple, cleaning and covering the gash with a gentleness and care that are so rare for her. He waits until she pauses and then pulls her to him, bows his head to her hair and breathes – breathes. Kat’s silent, pressed close, and he holds her until she shrugs at him and says let me finish this, boss. But there’s warmth to her tone and laughter in her voice and for him, that’s always been enough.

This is home.

Jun’s usually chatty as hell but tonight he’s voiceless, perched on top of a bulkhead on the Dawn’s observation deck. His knees are drawn up to his chest, arms folded atop them. He looks relaxed (he’s not, of course he’s not) when Carter climbs up and sits beside him. He doesn’t protest the new presence but the glance he gives him comes through red-rimmed bloodshot eyes so Carter loops an arm around his shoulders and pulls him close and lets him tremble in the blessed cover of the burning dark. It’s all right, brother he murmurs and Jun breathes, steady and even now, and doesn’t pull away.

This is home.

Emile’s not the strong, silent type, never has been, so when he stalks out of the locker room with a cold scowl that’s more typical of Jun, Carter follows. He finds him back in the gym, beating away at the broken bag dangling in the corner, pounding, pounding, pounding until his knuckles are battered and bleeding. Carter lets him storm, lets him rage, so uncharacteristically controlled in his fury, ice and ire, until he pauses, heaving, heaving. Then he reaches a hand toward the hurricane and closes a careful grip around his wrist. He doesn’t ask if he’s okay. He just says I’m here and whatever arctic wall Emile’s constructed crumbles and he lurches forward into Carter’s hold. There’s nothing to say, then, nothing except I’ve got you. I’ve got you.

This is home.

Thom’s not as much of an enigma as he likes to think he is, quick to laugh, quick to smile. Kat calls him cowboy for his impulse, for his snap-decision-drive, and Carter knows he means well, knows that for all that bravado Thom’s smart, not completely reckless, just a little less measured, just a little less careful, just a little more extreme. But Thom's so still lying there, as pale as the sheets and bandages that aren’t stained with his blood. Carter shuts his eyes and Thom’s charging headlong into hell to draw the onslaught away, barking a laugh even when he’s beating at death’s black door. You know how much you mean to this team Carter says, hoarse in the empty silence. Thom’s hand is still in his own, breaths even, even. We need you, brother.

This is home.

Jorge is their soul, their rock when the world is turning tumult and turmoil. Carter relies on that more than he should and maybe Jorge knows and maybe he doesn’t but he finds Carter on the bridge, shaking and staring down at the planet they were too late to save, seething glass and simmering ash, and rests a hand on his shoulder and says I know. From anyone else, it wouldn’t be much – but from Jorge it’s more than enough. The screams are still burned into his mind, the fire roaring behind his eyes, and Carter draws his hand into a fist while plasma rains hell on innocent heads, raises his chin and locks his jaw. There’s nothing to say but Jorge is steady beside him, silent strength. I know.

This is home.

They’re all sprawled in the rec room, reading, dozing, breathing, together, and Carter slips onto the couch beside Kat and lets her lean into him and heaves a sigh that’s heavy with relief. They’re safe. They’re here. They’re a team, they’re a family, they’re not alone.

This.

This is home.

Carter-A259

Kat-B320

Jun-A266

Emile-A239

Jorge-052

Noble Six

Thom-A293

Jun-A266: I heard my wife knock on the bathroom door, but then I remembered... our bathroom doesn't have a door...

Kat-B320: I'm sorry, but the confusion of why your bathroom doesn't have a door far outweighs any feelings of horror this might evoke.

Jun-A266: Can't afford door... the horror here realities of life

Emile-A239: So what the fuck was your wife knocking on

Thom-A293, showing up out of nowhere: This dick

[After Kat has been injured and Thom appears]

Thom-A293: Can I take the bomb?

Kat-B320: Why are you asking me?

Thom-A293: Because Carter said no.

Kat-B320: And what makes you think that I won't?

Thom-A293: Because he isn't the boss of you.