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kricketstitle; rating: warning shots; r (language)
fandom, pairing; count: generation kill, walt hasser, brad/walt; 440
notes: i just love them, ok?
Brad hovers.
It's what he does.
Mama fucking Colbert.
Hasser, did you eat? Did you sleep? Did you take a goddamn shit?
Christ, Walt's surprised Brad hasn't offered to jerk them all off when morale gets low. Not that he would mind.
And it's not that he does. Mind. After all the fuck-ups? They're all just pussy-footing around the truth that nobody knows what the hell is going on, and the people who do are damn idiots. And, so okay, it's nice. To have a team leader who cares; who's competent. Thing is, Walt doesn't like to cause trouble, doesn't want to be one more dump on top of the never-ending mountain of shit that Brad's gotta deal with.
He can take care of himself.
So when Colbert hounds him that day about not getting any sleep, he just tells him, "I'm okay, Brad." I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.
Things were getting to him.
But things were getting to everybody. He's no different. No more special. You just gotta barrel on, do your job, try not to get killed, and worry about making sense of it all later.
After it's over.
-
Later, when he pulls the trigger and Brad's voice is coming down on him, shouting and angry, and Oh, God, he fucked up,; there's nothing he can do. He can't go back. Was it Ray who reminded Trombley that once you pull the trigger you can't undo it? Why can't he remember now? And why didn't he listen then? Before it was too late?
He zones out.
Brad's hand is on his shoulder and he pushes Walt back into the Humvee and he looks at him like he's going to break, and maybe he is. After all. But he doesn't. He breathes and he loosens his grip on his gun and he tries to ignore the dead man in the street and the comments from the peanut gallery, and instead he just focuses on Brad; calm, concerned, grave.
Mama fucking Colbert.
-
This is later, after everybody's just about forgotten about that day. But Walt hasn't. He can't.
Maybe he wasn't made for this.
The others can detach... let go. But Walt? Not so much.
"Maybe what?"
"What?"
"Hasser, when you mumble like that, I can't hear a fucking word you're saying." Brad's sitting next to him in the grass and he's cleaning his gun and their knees are touching and Walt didn't even realize he was talking out loud.
Walt shakes his head, focuses on the work in front of him, the sound of Ray singing Avril fucking Lavigne behind them.
"It was nothing, sir," he tells him. Nothing at all.
fin.
fandom, pairing; count: generation kill, walt hasser, brad/walt; 440
notes: i just love them, ok?
Brad hovers.
It's what he does.
Mama fucking Colbert.
Hasser, did you eat? Did you sleep? Did you take a goddamn shit?
Christ, Walt's surprised Brad hasn't offered to jerk them all off when morale gets low. Not that he would mind.
And it's not that he does. Mind. After all the fuck-ups? They're all just pussy-footing around the truth that nobody knows what the hell is going on, and the people who do are damn idiots. And, so okay, it's nice. To have a team leader who cares; who's competent. Thing is, Walt doesn't like to cause trouble, doesn't want to be one more dump on top of the never-ending mountain of shit that Brad's gotta deal with.
He can take care of himself.
So when Colbert hounds him that day about not getting any sleep, he just tells him, "I'm okay, Brad." I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.
Things were getting to him.
But things were getting to everybody. He's no different. No more special. You just gotta barrel on, do your job, try not to get killed, and worry about making sense of it all later.
After it's over.
-
Later, when he pulls the trigger and Brad's voice is coming down on him, shouting and angry, and Oh, God, he fucked up,; there's nothing he can do. He can't go back. Was it Ray who reminded Trombley that once you pull the trigger you can't undo it? Why can't he remember now? And why didn't he listen then? Before it was too late?
He zones out.
Brad's hand is on his shoulder and he pushes Walt back into the Humvee and he looks at him like he's going to break, and maybe he is. After all. But he doesn't. He breathes and he loosens his grip on his gun and he tries to ignore the dead man in the street and the comments from the peanut gallery, and instead he just focuses on Brad; calm, concerned, grave.
Mama fucking Colbert.
-
This is later, after everybody's just about forgotten about that day. But Walt hasn't. He can't.
Maybe he wasn't made for this.
The others can detach... let go. But Walt? Not so much.
"Maybe what?"
"What?"
"Hasser, when you mumble like that, I can't hear a fucking word you're saying." Brad's sitting next to him in the grass and he's cleaning his gun and their knees are touching and Walt didn't even realize he was talking out loud.
Walt shakes his head, focuses on the work in front of him, the sound of Ray singing Avril fucking Lavigne behind them.
"It was nothing, sir," he tells him. Nothing at all.
fin.
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:18 am (UTC)QUIT YOUR DAY JOB.
DO THIS INSTEAD.
Christ, Walt's surprised Brad hasn't offered to jerk them all off when morale gets low. Not that he would mind.
That's where you nailed the internal monologue.
"Hasser, when you mumble like that, I can't hear a fucking word you're saying."
And that's where I could hear Brad saying the actual dialogue.
"It was nothing, sir," he tells him. "Nothing at all."
And that's where I has a sad.
In summary: QUIT YOUR DAY JOB.
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:27 am (UTC)This was nerve racking. I'm so glad you liked it! (I told you I could do Brad... lol.)
THANK YOUUUU.
(Obviously I need to upload icons.)
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:30 am (UTC)You do need icons. And it's because of this show that I need more icon SPACE.
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Date: 2012-06-29 01:59 pm (UTC)I'm tracking down icons today. As soon as I finish tearing out my hair and screaming.
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:38 am (UTC)WALT!
Totally agree with Steph - that internal monologue is so perfect.
(ps. write moooooooore)
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:48 am (UTC)Haha, I might! Someday. lol.
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Date: 2012-06-29 01:13 pm (UTC)Your version of it is so much more....woah.
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Date: 2012-06-29 01:56 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. These two!
I really need icons, haha.
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Date: 2012-07-04 07:36 pm (UTC)I guess I'll have to write some more some day! ♥!