[open] REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD

[onemind]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: DAY :001
SUMMARY: The Hyrypia away team returns to Station 72.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!

STATION 72
DAY :001

HOMECOMING
THE STEALTH SHIPS JUMPS AWAY and leaves the brassy marble of Hyrypia, a dismantled war, and a tentatively reunited people behind it. The jump from the universe is nauseating - even with the symbiote's anchoring quality, bodies displace poorly -, but surely it's no competition over the shared relief to be done with that place. There could be happiness. There should be. But surely the quiet prone figures in the back of the ship are a morbid reminder of everything Hyrypia has cost.

This work isn't easy.

Luckily the burden won't be shouldered alone. The moment the stealth ships snaps into the space between spaces, an overwhelming sense of connectivity floods the symbiote mental link. Regardless of how many of your broodmates might remain, it's undeniable that the presence of other Hosts is somehow a relief. Involuntarily or otherwise, taut shoulders relax and anxious nerves smooth. It's fine. You made it. Welcome home.

The sense of comfort only solidifies as the ship penetrates the irregular hull of Station 72, as its engines power down and the landing platform whirs upward to corkscrew the ship back into its rightly place on the hangar deck. 'Tik, tik, tik' whirr the engines as they fade. With the flip of a switch, the boarding ramp's hydraulics kick on and the rear of the ship opens itself -- to waiting faces, likely.

"Thank you for joining us today on the HMS Squid," says Rhan, all smiles and cheer as she unbuckles her safety harness. "Don't forget to take your belongings from where you've stowed them and return your seats to their upright positions, et cetera et cetera."

She gives the assembled away team a last, well practiced wink. "Now unless you really haven't anything better to do, feel free to get the hell off my boat darlings."

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Comments

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ He doesn't have to push his way into Shiro's mind to be there, to do his best to fill up the emptiness of loss and let it envelop him in turn. Their separation, everything that's happened in between - the aching distance and the shroud of death that hung over their exit from the planet - at least for a little while, they can let it go.

At least for a little while, Sam can let their connection widen so far he can no longer feel the edges of it, until the rest of the Nest is gone and there's nothing but them.

Welcome back, welcome home.

Sam presses closer when Shiro bids, slotting his leg neatly between Shiro's. And then closer still, wedging himself between Shiro's legs. He lets his hand slide down to where Shiro's leg is hooked around his and tugs - not quite hauling Shiro up, but almost, encouraging him to wrap his legs around Sam's waist as he presses him to the wall.

Never, his mind murmurs without saying a word, twining together with Shiro's until their bond flows deeper, burns brighter. Never again, it promises, forgetting that of the two of them, Shiro is the one who will be leaving.

It doesn't matter right now, not when they're so wrapped up in each other that it's hard for Sam to imagine being separated, so he can do his best to forget what it felt like. ]

[shiro2hero]

[Distantly, he's wondering -- if it was this bad to be apart for a mission, what's it going to be like if they manage to get home? How are they going to get through it?]

[But, suddenly, all of that fades. Everything in his head fades out to just Sam. To just the two of them and the feeling of the physical sensation. And he wants to bury himself in it. Bury himself in Sam and their connection. In someone who cares like this. Someone who is still here.]

[He still wants to hold onto him. Wants to cling onto him. His hands are busy, so his legs will have to do. So wrap him up he does. Arching into him and holding on with his legs like this is going to be ripped away at any moment. There's a desperation in every touch. In the bow of his body between wall and Sam.]

[I love you--]

[It's dangerously close to "I need you". He really should tell him how things went. He really should stop and be rational, but no. No, he needs to say other things beforehand.]

[Things that are just as important.]