Timothy Bane Bär

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

bigdickjaeger:

#dududujaeger #neal what did you do

Tim just continued to follow his slightly shorter companion. He didn't bother replying to him because it was obvious that Tim was following Neal, considering he had been for two years.

Only then did Neal look back at Tim, his eyes flicking from his companion to what he wanted him to look at. It was an unspoken message for Tim to see the mess Neal had made. A small portion of the hanger was blackened and there was blood splattered across the floor. “I needed help cleaning this.”

Tim stared at the marks splattered across the floor. This wasn't the first time he was requested to help Neal clean up blood and it likely wasn't going to be last. He sighed and gestured lazily toward the marks. "When did this happen?"

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

"Right.." He sighed, following after him.

Neal watched the pair to the hanger. He didn’t stop or slow down for Tim, there was no point in even thinking about doing something like that, since Tim would follow him whether he liked it or not.

"Alright, we’re here."

#dududujaeger #im hungry #ish #buut not really #neal dont you dare hurt him

Tim just continued to follow his slightly shorter companion. He didn’t bother replying to him because it was obvious that Tim was following Neal, considering he had been for two years.

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

"The hanger, follow me."

"Fine."

"Come." He started to walk away, not even looking behind him and expecting Tim to just follow him.

#dududujaeger #my brain isnt working #i was trying to write more but my brain was all nope

"Right.." He sighed, following after him.

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

"I need your help. Weren’t you fucking listening? Come with me now and don’t ask stupid questions Tim."

"Where are we going?"

"The hanger, follow me."

#dududujaeger #no trust #neal you bitch #what are you getting my precious baby into #NEAL STOP

"Fine."

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

"Why the fuck do you always assume I did something?"

"Okay, fine. What do you need?"

"I need your help. Weren’t you fucking listening? Come with me now and don’t ask stupid questions Tim."

#dududujaeger #why the fuck does he deal with you neal #he should just walk away #he could #he should #and he wont #that gif's text is fucking ironic okay?

"Where are we going?"

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

"Why the fuck do you always assume I did something?"

#dududujaeger #he did something #i can feel it #in my bones

"Okay, fine. What do you need?"

"Tim. I need you."

"What did you do this time?"

#dududujaeger #kailey what he do #i blame you

Fine. Light red. -Timmy

Just as I thought.

Tim’s lips lifted slightly into a tiny smile. “Coffee sounds fine. There’s a place a few blocks down we can go to.” He wasn’t planning on bringing Neal due to obvious reasons. Neal would make sure to ruin it and he was honestly hoping this would actually work. This was going to be his last attempt at a co-pilot. If this didn’t work, he was leaving the program and going back to the Navy.

Mimicking Mikhail he took out his own black iPhone with his former Jaegers name still decaled on the back and unlocked it. “Alright, I’ll text you the address. Just tell me when to meet you.”

Hiding his disappointment at not getting alcohol, Mikhail ran his fingers through his hair, stopping to rub the base of his neck. He couldn’t estimate how long putting Nikita to bed would take. Sometimes she was asleep before her head hit the pillow, other times, it took seven readings of Winnie-the-Pooh. By the sixth time, he usually got sick of butchering the English words and shifted to Ukrainian. Reading to his daughter was a good way to learn, because he couldn’t allow himself to become frustrated.

"I see. I will never sleep again. Coffee and different time zones will be death of me. But as you wish. Perhaps we meet in hour." With a glance at Nikita’s obviously heavy eyelids, Mikhail nodded in self-confirmation. "Yes. An hour at unknown address. Sound shady, but I can trust you." Cracking another movie-star grade smile following his little chuckle, Mikhail shared his number with Tim and turned to walk away. He walked with a strut he didn’t know he had, and his hips sashayed in a way only a supermodel’s usually would.

#YOURE GOING TO MAKE HIM START ACRUSHIN ON THE RUSSIAN #ERIN WHY DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SPELL SASHAYED #myjaegerisnotpink #omg #tim no

A small grin hit Tim's lips as Mikhail sashayed away. He was nearly positive that a grown man would never sashay his hips like that unless he was subtly trying to seduce another, but of course it's been away since anyone has attempted that, so he just shook his head and walked in the opposite direction. Ten minutes after the two men went their separate ways, Tim sent a text to Mikhail. [There's always the option of the bar instead.]

Fine. Light red. -Timmy

Just as I thought.

Tim starred back to Mikhail for a few moments before responding. That was a lot easier than he imagined it’d be. He expected the shorter Ukrainian man to try and push the words out of him. Of course he’d eventually learn in the drift, but it was nice to have someone respect his decision of silence for once. “We can do anything you please. I’m not picky, but I’m not very popular with the other pilots.” He admitted, a slight shrug hitting his shoulders. “Rumors spread fast here.”

"You say anything? Well, I would like coffee. Or some drink other. But Nikita needs sleep. I meet you… where should we meet? Any place nearby? You can invite friend, will be like party." Mikhail flashed him a brilliant smile, hoping the other man would comply. What would they talk about? He didn’t know. He was the sort person who liked to let conversations flow where they would. The drink would only loosen Tim up some, he hoped.

Pulling a silver smartphone out of his pocket, Mikhail unlocked it and said, “I will give number, you text which place you want to go, yes?”

#myjaegerisnotpink #ha i did it #whatwhat

Tim's lips lifted slightly into a tiny smile. "Coffee sounds fine. There's a place a few blocks down we can go to." He wasn't planning on bringing Neal due to obvious reasons. Neal would make sure to ruin it and he was honestly hoping this would actually work. This was going to be his last attempt at a co-pilot. If this didn't work, he was leaving the program and going back to the Navy. Mimicking Mikhail he took out his own black iPhone with his former Jaegers name still decaled on the back and unlocked it. "Alright, I'll text you the address. Just tell me when to meet you."

Fine. Light red. -Timmy

Just as I thought.

"There is no reason." Tim responded, arms crossed in front of him. "We are just leaving him be" He watched Mikhail’s face for a reaction since he wasn’t sure how he would take this information, or in this case, lack of. Please just drop it. This isn’t easy to explain.

He felt bad about his attempt to keep Mikhail from his only friend, but he really didn’t want to loose another potential co-pilot. After loosing three potential co-pilots after years of distrust from upstairs it was getting obvious that Neal was driving all of them away. They all left after spending a few moments alone with Neal. All of them.

In a well-practiced expression of passive surrender, Mikhail smiled easily and put up his hands. “Okay. There is no reason. You probably want to keep private, yes? That is good. We all need secret.” He knew, of course, that he would basically be able to see whatever was eating at his new co-pilot in due time. There was no privacy in the Drift. Which oddly enough, he was okay with. It had been so long since his family had fallen apart, he barely felt the pain at all anymore.

However, residual memories of Rory worried him. That wound was barely a month old and hadn’t had time to heal. If he wasn’t able to control his feelings in the Drift, it would be disastrous for him and his new partner. It wasn’t a simple fix either.

"What else can we do then? Other pilots to meet? More pleasant people?"

#myjaegerisnotpink #look at us responding at decent times #i am so proud

Tim starred back to Mikhail for a few moments before responding. That was a lot easier than he imagined it'd be. He expected the shorter Ukrainian man to try and push the words out of him. Of course he'd eventually learn in the drift, but it was nice to have someone respect his decision of silence for once. "We can do anything you please. I'm not picky, but I'm not very popular with the other pilots." He admitted, a slight shrug hitting his shoulders. "Rumors spread fast here."

Fine. Light red. -Timmy

Just as I thought.

"It’s freaking pink." Tim mumbled quietly, turning away.

The smaller man set his jaw. “Why is it important that it is… that color to you?” He asked. The irony of two relatively masculine men in a pink Jaeger was something he detested.

Tim sighed softly, turning again to face his recently appointed co-pilot. “It’s not.” He responded, eyes now fixed on Mikhail.

"Then I do not know why we argue. We just meet and we argue." It struck Mikhail as odd that the first thing he and his new co-pilot did when they met was debate the color of their Jaeger. What had started as an off-hand comment largely to himself morphed into a less-than-heated debate with the much larger man. The Ukranian pilot could only wonder what their Drift would be like.

The only thing Tim felt he could do was stare awkwardly. He didn’t mean to start anything, but as usual he did. He fought off the urge to sigh and walk away and just stood, silently contemplating his exits.

Judging by the blank look he got… actually, Mikhail couldn’t tell much of anything from the expression. Tim looked uncomfortable at least. That was evident in how his eyes darted around and past Mikhail, searching out something that was beyond the shorter man.

Reflexively, he looked behind him when he heard a small giggle. A young girl, possibly six years of age was running towards him, flanked by two large dogs. She was chattering in rapid English, most of which he was unable to understand. I told her to wait by the Jaeger…

She at last arrived, and Mikhail swung her up into his arms, turning his gaze back to Tim. “Tim. This is Nikita, my daughter. Nikita, this is Daddy’s… co-pilot.” He took a second to recall the word he wanted, and even then he couldn’t remember.

A slight panic raced it’s way through Tim’s body. He obviously wasn’t used to these sort of situations. Even so his expression hardly showed his discomfort. The expression was mostly the same, but his jaw unclenched slightly, making him seem a bit less intimidating as he stood.

Soon he looked down at the pair, his eyes focused on the tiny girl. “She’s very small.”

Mikhail forced himself to stifle a chuckle at Tim’s statement. “Yes. She is daddy’s little girl. Very little.” Nikita pulled a face at this comment and smacked her father lightly on the forehead. “Daddy,” she said without a hint of Mikhail’s accent, “I’m not small. The big man is just big. Way bigger than you.” It was her father’s turn to pull a face.

Nikita then turned to fix Tim with unwavering blue eyes. Combined with her father’s gaze, it was rather like being stared at by two Siberian huskies. She cocked her blonde head and said, “Why is he your new partner? Where’s Uncle Rory?” At that moment, Mikhail set her gently down and told her firmly to wait by the Jaeger with all their luggage.

Once the six year-old was on her way, Mikhail hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and apologized. “Sorry for that. I did not know how to tell her. She like my old co-pilot very much. I could not tell her he was… gone.” The Ukrainian scrubbed at his face and apologized again. “Again, sorry. I do not agree with PPDC’s choice.”

Tim just watched the Ukrainian father and daughter interact, his eyes mostly fixing on Mikhail’s reactions to his daughter. It was odd for him to watch such an interaction. Being as his brother was the closest thing he had to a father… No, thinking on that was just a bad idea. He shook his head slightly, looking towards a far a wall as Nikita, for a reason Tim wasn’t aware of, ran off.

Readjusting his gaze on Mikhail, he listened to his words, nodding slightly as his phone started to buzz. He still didn’t know how to respond to Mikhail and decided that awkwardly staring was starting to get old, so he just glanced at his phone. “Um…. I have to go. Neal got into another fight.” The larger man grumbled starting to walk past Mikhail.

A fight? Mikhail thought with a start. His police officer training woke itself after a few years of dormancy, and he struck a face of concern. “‘Neal?’ Is he another pilot? And he is in trouble? Perhaps I can help.” He matched Tim’s pace, while also motioning back to Nikita to stay where she was. He didn’t know what to prepare himself for, but the new pilot decided to assume that fights in this Shatterdome would be broken up before they could do much damage. People from Seattle don’t seem very hot-blooded, after all…

But did Tim really assume that they had nothing to talk about? In Mikhail’s opinion, they had tons of stuff to discuss. Before he and his first co-pilot had gone into the Drift for the first time, they had decided to get to know each other very well, so that nothing would come as a surprise once the neural handshake was in effect. It had worked, too. He and Rory had Drifted with no issue whatsoever. He would have brought it up to his new partner, but talking about one’s dead best friend wasn’t exactly the best way to endear himself to Tim, he realized.

Tim stopped in his tracks as soon as Mikhail uttered the word “Neal”. He turned to face Mikhail, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. Getting help with Neal sounded like a bad idea. Neal was an asshole with a big mouth who liked to throw his fists around, so Tim wasn’t exactly wanting to introduce his new co-pilot to him. Plus, Neal had a tendency to drive people away from him, and he really didn’t want that to happen this time. Finally Tim decided he needed to explain his attempted retreat to Mikhail. He really didn’t want to come off as rude. “Look, if I’m going to drag Neal out of this, I need to do it alone or not at all.” He explained, his words coming out slightly faster. “So I’m just going to leave him be. He’s not a kid, and this isn’t the first time he has done this…”

Tim had stopped rather abruptly, and Mikhail could only wonder what bothered him so. Was this Neal such a problem that only certain people could approach him? If that was the case, why was this guy even allowed to drive a Jaeger?

Mikhail crossed his arms in front of him and set his jaw once more in a look that would have stopped most barfight participants where they stood. “Are you saying you are worried about safety of mine? I am not afraid of Neal. After last job, nothing frighten me. Nothing I can’t handle. Or perhaps… Is something else.” Mikhail wasn’t altogether sure what he himself meant by that. Maybe Tim and this Neal had a relationship that went sour…

#myjaegerisnotpink #damn you neal #driving people away #dammit neal #rawr

"There is no reason." Tim responded, arms crossed in front of him. "We are just leaving him be" He watched Mikhail's face for a reaction since he wasn't sure how he would take this information, or in this case, lack of. Please just drop it. This isn't easy to explain.

He felt bad about his attempt to keep Mikhail from his only friend, but he really didn't want to loose another potential co-pilot. After loosing three potential co-pilots after years of distrust from upstairs it was getting obvious that Neal was driving all of them away. They all left after spending a few moments alone with Neal. All of them.

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