Top Gun: Fanfiction
Summary: Jake didn't understand why the daggers were understanding him. He was asking a simple question, why weren't they answering him.
AO3: Here.
Jake wasn’t sure what was going through his head that morning. One month since the uranium mission, one month of leave.
Normally Jake would have stayed at his home back on the outskirts of San Diego. He’d brought the house for cheep back when he was teaching at top gun, before being recalled for the mission.
However, this time Jake decided that he would spend the month with his parents in Texas. It was a month that Jake loved. He was able to spend time with his parents, be in his childhood room and most importantly get to speak in his native tongue.
Yes you heard that right, Jake “Hangman” Seresin red blooded texan, is not originally from the United States of America. Jake’s parents had moved to texas when he was two months old, making it quite easy for him to get him US citizenship due to living in Texas all of his life.
No Jake was not Texan. Jake was Welsh. And he loved that part of his identity. However, Jake put on the fake accent due to the bullying he went through as a child as well as wanting to fit in with the other navy men.
The blonde was brought up speaking Welsh by his parents. Both of their first languages was Welsh, so deciding to raise their son in the language was an easy choice. Now that Jake was back at work, he knew that it was going to be hard to adjust to speaking English again. Especially after speaking Welsh for a whole month. It wasn’t until lunch that Jake knew just how hard it was going to be.
Jake grabbed his leftover risotto from the fridge, being the last person in from the training exercise meant that Jake had no idea what appliances in the small kitchen were being used.
“Is anyone using the microdon?” Jake asked the room. What he didn’t expect was for everyone's head to turn towards him. “The what?” Rooster asked him, a confused look on his face. “The Microdon.” Jake responded not understanding the collective look on confusion in the room. “You okay bagman?” Phoenix piped up from the sofa she was sat on with Bob. “I just want to know is anyone is using the microdon.”
“Are you having a stroke?” Came the concerned voice of the normally quite Bob. Jake felt like he couldn’t take it anymore. Why were they acting like they couldn’t understand him, why couldn’t the rest of the daggers acknowledged that he was aking about the microwave. “Oes unrhyw un yn defnyddio’r microdon ffycin?”
What Jake didn’t realise was that while he was gesturing widely towards the microwave Maverick walked in to the chaos that was the daggers. “What’s up with the microwave?”
“I mean no one is using it,” Rooster stated before hearing Jakes quite ‘thank you’ coming out of the texan’s mouth, “But we think that Jake is having a stroke was he was speaking funny.”
“I was speaking English.” The blonde pilot tried to argue. “No you weren’t.”
“Mate,” Javy stated concerned for his best friend, “You said ‘microdon’. That is definitely not english.”
“Oh.” Jake muttered as he turned around to take his now heated Risotto out of the microwave.
“Maybe that’s because I might have been speaking Welsh.”
“Welsh?” Maverick asked, concerned that his pilot had started speaking a new language after a head injury.
“Yeah, my first language is Welsh.” Jake looked around at the dropped jaws of his teammates. “It’s not that big of a deal. Some days I may forget the english words so you’ll just have to bear with me those days till I do remember. But beyond that I will not be explaining, okay?” Jake looked at others as the nodded in agreement.
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