To see the beauty of the universe, only for it to end so quickly.
Forget me, not.
Maybe they’ll meet in another life. But stories are better tragic.

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To see the beauty of the universe, only for it to end so quickly.
Forget me, not.
Maybe they’ll meet in another life. But stories are better tragic.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carl & Ryland Grace, Carl & Eva Stratt, Ryland Grace & Eva Stratt Characters: Carl (Project Hail Mary 2026), Eva Stratt, Ryland Grace Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Humor, Developing Friendships, Ryland Grace Is Not Graceful, Ryland Grace Acts Like a Wet Cat, Ryland Grace is Trying, Badass Eva Stratt, Carl needs a vacation, He Did Not Sign Up For This, Ryland Grace is a sweetheart, who is in way over his head, Grace charmed his way into a doomed bromance, doomed bromance, Can we make that a tag, Eva Stratt already likes that lapdog more than she can admit, and so does Carl Summary:
“You can't be serious?” Carl asks.
“I don't do jokes. And someone has to keep an eye on him.”
He groans and runs a hand over his face.
“But why me?” It won't only be him, he knows. He'll have his team with him, a few trusted agents who he has worked with for years (and who are currently sneakily accepting chocolate covered peanuts from the teacher.)
But this still feels like a personal blow somehow. Did he do something wrong? Is this what he has been reduced to? A glorified babysitter for a scatterbrained teacher?
There is that half smirk on her face, the one that either enamors you or makes you shit your pants, depending on whether or not you are on her good side.
“You told him your name.” Her answer throws him and she can tell. He opens his mouth but she carries on. “Your real name.”
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Carl is less than thrilled when he gets reassigned to babysit a teacher playing around with three dots in a glorified warehouse. But at least this job should be rather uneventful.
Boring even.