JagerFuze: A Collection(1)
—Suuuuper sorry that this doesn’t have a readmore, but I’m on mobile because my laptop shat the bed. I hope you like this. It’s pretty short but I’m planning on continuing it cause I have many ideas.—
Story One: “Following Operation Chimera”
Chapter One: “Hospital Mornings”
As he peered at his watch, Fuze inhaled a deep breath, letting out a sigh as he tried to scoot into a more comfortable position on the stiff bed-side chair. Cringing, he ran his hands over his lower back muscles. He was definitely regretting his refusal of a proper bed.
Eliza was right, as always.
He rubbed his hands together, his fingers cold in the calm hospital air. Although, the air in a hospital could rarely be dubbed calm. To Fuze, there was always a dark cloud hanging above places like hospitals. A place for hope and healing, but also a place for pain and doubt. It somehow felt all too familiar, and he didn’t much like that fact. However, as he looked over at the face of his loved one, a sudden calm came over him, quelling his rambling thoughts.
The previous few days had been… eventful for Rainbow. Fuze didn’t really know a better way to describe it. How else would he describe the event of an old Soviet-made module filled with a toxic biohazard falling from space and infecting an entire city in New Mexico, creating thousands of zombie-like aggressive infected humans?
Six didn’t tell all of Rainbow about the incident. It was deemed not a terrorist threat in the end, so most of the operators weren’t called into active duty. However, everyone was aware of it, and in a tight-knit group like Rainbow, word got around fast. Though, the Spetsnaz had Tachanka to fill them in on what little he knew about the situation before he left. But Fuze knew what was going on even before that. With Jäger being his partner, or more clearly, his boyfriend, he knew exactly what was happening the moment Ash was called to the scene.
Jäger was one of the first responders after the FBI arrived. He was used for his piloting skills to extract the operators on the field. However, during his flight into enemy territory, his helicopter took a hit, and he was stranded, injured inside a hive of bloodthirsty monsters. He was lucky to be retrieved by the other members of Rainbow after the crash. Fuze clenched his jaw.
He’s lucky to be alive right now.
I should’ve been there to help him.
Fuze shook the thoughts away, trying to keep from mentally kicking himself again. It was hard enough getting himself to stop doing it on the flight to Paris. He looked over at Jäger, who was still asleep next to him, and sighed. His face seemed peaceful, but his skin was still too pale and colorless to have Fuze fully settle. He brushed his fingers against Jager’s hand longingly, but pulled his hand back and turned his head away.
After a while, he let his thoughts fall quiet as he felt himself beginning to doze off again. He had been sitting, thinking to himself for at least an hour. Though, he was too lazy to check his watch for accuracy. He closed his eyes and began to feel his muscles relax, falling asleep to the sound of the quiet, rhythmic breathing of his lover.
However, something suddenly pulled at his attention. A break in the pattern. An abnormality in the rhythm.
Fuze snapped awake, sitting up and turning to look at Jäger, who was slowly beginning to stir as he drew in deep breaths, his face now a frown. Fuze watched him silently, his eyes flicking between his face and the sensor that was monitoring his vitals. After a few moments and heavy sighs, Jäger opened his eyes and slowly looked around the room. His gaze met Fuze’s, and they stared at each other for a moment. Jager’s face softened into a smile. Fuze’s heart melted.
“meine Liebe,” Jäger said, his voice quiet. “I knew I’d find you. I just had to look for a little while.” Fuze instinctively grabbed his hand and held it tight. Jäger squeezed back, but his grip was weak.
“You don’t need to look for me,” Fuze replied. “I’m here. Ich bin mit Dir hier.” Jäger chuckled at him.
“I see you’ve been working on your German.”
“Yes, I think I’m becoming quite fluent.”
Fuze nodded, giving Jäger a smile. Jäger squeezed Fuze’s hand again playfully, gazing at him with tired but loving eyes. His smile faded after a moment.
“How long have I been out?” Jäger asked.
“Not yet forty-four hours.” Fuze responded, his voice lowering into a slightly more somber tone. “You were airlifted to Paris. I came as soon as I heard.” Jager’s face fell into a pained expression.
“Please don’t tell me you’re beating yourself up about not being there.” He said. Fuze’s silence spoke magnitudes. “No. No, don’t do that. I won’t allow you to!” When Fuze’s eyes broke away and he stayed silent, Jäger attempted to sit up. However, a sharp pain sliced through his lower abdomen. He inhaled sharply and his breath hitched in his throat, which made Fuze spring up and hold him back down on the bed. Fuze’s eyes were now wide and worried as Jäger settled back down dejectedly.
“Be careful…” Fuze pleaded. Jäger sighed, frowning at him.
“I won’t let you blame yourself.” He said sternly. “It was my mistake. Not yours.” Jäger paused, glaring at Fuze. “Okay? Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” Fuze said softly. “I hear you.” Jäger sighed, letting his head fall back on his pillow.
