#jackieschneep

[lostcybertronian]

'I didn't believe you cared' with Dr. Schneep and JBM?

IDK if this is pining, but it sure is something.

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Prompt: “I didn’t believe you cared.”

    He didn’t remember falling asleep; merely remembered drifting in and out of bleary, half-formed consciousness, and wasn’t sure that he remembered a strong, firm chest and a uniform that smelled of sweat and electricity. 

    Was he dreaming?

    He had to be; Jackie had been gone for years.

“You can’t survive on coffee forever, Hen. Your body’s gonna give out eventually.” Beneath his ear was a heartbeat, beating faster than any normal human’s could. Above him was the voice. Familiar. Comforting. Strong.

How Henrik missed that voice. He felt it in his bones, deeper than any ache of exhaustion or fear; the dull throb of longing. 

“Jackie,” he mumbled, tongue feeling thick and slow. He fought his own fatigue, to prove Jackie’s existence with his own, bloodshot eyes, but they wouldn’t open; his eyelids felt sewn shut.

“I’m here, Hen.” Jackie’s voice sounded so real. How could he be dreaming?

“I didn’t . . .” Henrik mumbled, half-asleep, half-disbelief, voice cracking. “I didn’t believe you cared.”

Jackie laughed; a beautiful sound that Henrik felt rumbling through his chest. That he heard beneath his ear. “Of course I care, Henrik,” he murmured, almost too soft to be heard. “It’s because I care that I can’t be around.”

What? Henrik opened his mouth, but before he could speak-- or utter a low groan-- Jackie said, “go to sleep. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

But will you be there? Henrik wanted to ask-- even though he already knew the answer-- but his consciousness was slipping, pulled into the black, warm abyss by strong arms and a slow, rocking movement.

He would wake, hours later, alone; head blurry, he couldn’t be entirely sure how he got from the clinic to his bed, save for a faint memory of a warm chest and a uniform that smelled of sweat and electricity.

[septic-dr-schneep]

MarvinChase or JackieSchneep, wedding

For him, just this once, Jackie would wear a full suit. Henrik had given him the choice to wear his jumpsuit if he wanted to, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate – and that suit didn’t have pockets for what would probably end up being some much-needed tissues.