#jagerfuze

[fivu]

DBNO

(wip pt.2)

[evalulu]

Some JägerFuze because @fivu has gotten me to really like it :D

Being idle made Jäger uneasy.  It always has; he vastly prefers keeping his hands and creative mind busy, especially now that he wanted to keep his thoughts from wandering to places he wanted to avoid.  The crash, the stench and screeching cacophony-  

He shook his head.  He was at base, recovering while the others handled Truth or Consequences.  He was clear of any infection, miraculously, but he still couldn't walk without someone else's help and he was not going to admit to needing crutches.  It was bad enough to have quietly asked Doc for sleeping meds, being unable to sleep for long before vivid images of what could have been his brutal, agonizing death either by roaches or a mercy kill at the hand of his teammates resurfaced.  He kept them hidden well.  No one needed to know he was relying on them to sleep and stave off the feeling of genuine fear.  

There was only so much he could do, largely put on bedrest with his fellow GSG9 stopping by when they could.  He couldn't force them to stay, not when another mission called their attention and required their expertise.  The solitude was driving him insane, yet he feared asking someone to spend time with him.  It was stupid, they were trained special ops and he was bothered by being alone.  His leg was at least hurting far less with painkillers, although he made the mistake of taking them too late in the day to be able to take the sleep medication without making them conflict.  Doc has been strict about not taking one before the other wore off.  

He forced himself up, leaning against the bedframe to keep his weight off of his left leg.  Even if it didn't make him want to scream in agony, he was all too aware of his own weakness.  He used the wall to support his weight on his way to the workshop, eager to do anything with the parts he found lying around.  It didn't matter if that was even putting something together and taking it apart again, it would be something that he could think about instead.

The footsteps he heard made him pause.  Most of the other operators knew he was injured and should be resting, and he knew people like Montagne and Twitch would urge him to go back to his room and take it easy, and people like Sledge would be more firm in the decision and make him go back.  He hoped it was Jackal, unable to sleep and being far more understanding and keeping quiet.  

Fuze turned the corner and stopped when he met Jäger’s eyes.  The other Spetsnaz being out left him to his own devices, planning on inspecting his firearms for parts he was sure were starting to wear down.  It helped him not worry, especially when he received the news of Jäger’s brush with death.  He shouldn't be walking.

“Marius, what are you doing?”

Jäger froze in place, avoiding Fuze’s eyes.  

“I can’t sleep, I was going to work on something until I got tired.”

“Your leg is not healed yet.”

“Ja, I know.  I can still feel the pain.”

Fuze fell silent as he worked through his thoughts.  It didn't necessarily surprise him that Jäger couldn't sleep, based off what Tachanka was more than happy to share about their status as well as seeing the reports of what was happening, yet there was still the concern of stressing the injury more.  Kapkan often hid injuries that weren't fatal or what he deemed serious, but he tended to very clearly know his limits and not push them, needing no confrontation about the habit.  What was he supposed to do when someone didn't listen to their body's limits?

“Come, we’ll go together.”

Tension eased in Jäger's shoulders, nodding in relief.  His weight was supported now by Fuze, almost easily.  He is twenty pounds of muscle heavier than me.  Fuze's grip remained firm, but not uncomfortable, as they walked into the workshop.  He didn't refuse the subtle help onto one of the stools by a work table, nodding in thanks when Fuze scooted another one under the table to allow him to keep his leg level.  

Jäger's eyes settled on the rifles Fuze placed on the table, quietly getting to work on dismantling them.  

“Something is wrong with your AK?”

Fuze didn't waver, focusing on the small parts.

“I don't know what, but it jammed on the testing range after each shot.  Something needs to be replaced.  I am going to check every gun I have, to be sure.”

Jäger nodded, tapping his finger on the table as Fuze worked.  Even just watching was soothing, trying to see if he could spot the problem before Fuze could.  There were a number of things that could be wrong, mind thinking of the possibilities of each issue.  

“How are you?”

The question caught him off guard.  He could have entirely missed it or assumed he was imagining it with how Fuze's gaze never wavered from the rifle, but his movements were careful and mindful, slowing down so he didn't miss the response to his question.  

“Fine.”

“You are shit at lying.”

Jäger sighed quietly, spinning a screwdriver in his hands.  

“I will accept a refusal to tell me.  You've never been so fidgety before and I notice.”

He could feel Fuze's eyes on him now, struggling to find words.  Weak, stupid-

“Marius.”  

“Stop reading my mind, ja?  I'm bored, having to sit in bed all day.  I don't like it.”

He couldn't help snapping.  Doing nothing made him restless, and his irritation was rising to the surface.  He let out a deep breath.  

“Sorry.”

“Why?  Anyone would feel the same.”  

Jäger hummed quietly, letting silence settle between them.  He kept playing with the screwdriver, spinning it by the tip on the table and catching it when it fell out of his hands.  

“Hand me the screwdriver.”  

Fuze didn't look up, but still didn't miss the cheeky grin on Jäger's face.  

“You'll have to get it from me.”

Fuze blinked in controlled surprise, huffing when the screwdriver was kept far out of his reach.  

“Marius, I need the screwdriver.”

“You can have it for a price.”

Fuze stared blankly before he stood, trying to grab the screwdriver from Jäger’s hands.  

“Ah ah, no cheating.”  

Fuze huffed, standing still while he thought out his plan to get the tool he needed.  He wiped Jäger’s smug grin off his face with a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips.  Jäger’s jaw dropped slightly, surprised long enough for Fuze to grab the screwdriver from his hand.  

“Thank you.”

“That is cheating, Shuhrat.”  

“Is it?  You don’t seem too bothered.”

Jäger opened his mouth to respond, before shutting it when he realized he had nothing to say.  Fuze grinned, getting back to work on checking over his rifle.  They sat in comfortable, peaceful silence, only interrupted when Jäger drifted off to sleep on the table and started softly snoring.  Fuze paused, gently setting the metal parts down to carefully pick Jäger up and carry him back to his room.

[evalulu]

A gift for @fivu !

Jäger was always someone who felt incredibly at home in a workshop, machinery surrounding him rather than the company of people.  That wasn’t to say people unsettled him, he was simply more comfortable with things that couldn’t talk back, and more importantly didn’t take offense to how he was.  It wasn’t surprising for someone to find him abrasive and unlikeable, but he didn’t particularly care.  He was very good at what he did, and with most he didn’t care to change how he acted.  It was who he was.  

Working on any simple project put him at ease.  Even just planning things out, mapping out parts and schematics was enough to help him calm his nerves.  It was incredibly easy to lose track of time, completely occupied by what he was doing and unable to notice when the sun went down and the moon had long since risen.  It was how he ended up falling asleep on the table he was working at, paper sprawled across the surface as he slept with his arms crossed and his head resting on them.  

That was how Fuze found him, curious about the man’s absence all day.  He was not a very sentimental person; not due to any lack of softer emotions, but due to a general uncertainty with them.  He hadn’t planned on saying anything when he walked in, and he was glad now that he didn’t when he spotted Jäger blissfully asleep.  

Fuze walked closer, attention glossing over the various sketches on the table.  He knew the way Jäger was sleeping wouldn’t be at all comfortable if he stayed like that all night, but he also couldn’t simply pick up the sleeping engineer and assume it would work out as he hoped.  Instead, he smacked the table several times, perhaps a bit too harshly as Jäger jumped awake.  

“Scheiße!  What are you doing?”

“Preventing you from complaining and whining in the morning.  Your back will end up sore like that.”

Jäger now seemed to realize where he was, eyes looking over the schematics in front of him.  Fuze found it funny, in an adorable way.  He shook his head slightly.  What was he thinking?  There was a few moments of silence before Jäger spoke up again.  

“And what would you do if I just fell asleep again?”

Odd question.  

“I’m not sure.”

Jäger nodded with a hum, turning his attention back to the table and resting his head on it again.  Fuze narrowed his eyes.  He didn’t particularly want to let him do something that would only result in pain, but was it even his place to decide what was best for the engineer?  He couldn’t answer the question.  He took a deep breath.  

Fuck it.  

He walked over and grabbed Jäger from the chair, secretly amused by the surprised yelp.  

“Wh-what are you doing?”  

He couldn’t help the grin, this time.

“I’m not sure.”

“How could you-wait, that was a joke, wasn’t it?”

Fuze laughed quietly, Jäger over his shoulder shifting to look at the back of his head.  

“That was!  Are you really going to carry me to bed?”

“It’s better than a sore back and neck.”

Fuze could hear the indignant huff, content to keep walking no matter what protest he might hear.  He likely wouldn’t directly admit it, but Jäger’s comfort was something that was incredibly important to him, despite the engineer’s attempts to make regrettable decisions anyway.  With one arm around Jäger’s waist and the other free to open the door to the German dorm, he quietly pushed the door open with his body and looked for the bed that was unmistakable messy.  The other three Germans were out on mission, and Fuze could tell which bed was still being used despite the infrequency of it.  

He moved to make sure he didn’t bang his head on the frame of the bunk, setting Jäger down on the mattress.  When he tried to stand up, he found Jäger’s arms still clinging to him.  

“Marius, you have to let go.”

“Says who?”

He blinked, heat rising to his face.  He couldn’t have ever prepared a response to that.  

“The others don’t come back for a few days.  I like your company.”  

Fuze slowly moved to sit down, noticing the redness on Jäger’s face as he adjusted.  He couldn’t tell the sudden want to stay close was said in exhaustion or not, but Fuze could still tell the other was just as embarrassed as he was.  At least, he thought so.  Jäger kept his firm hold on Fuze, even as Fuze lay back against the pillows on the bed.  He was the same height as the engineer, but quite a bit bigger and had no trouble with moving him around to make sure he didn’t sleep wrong on something.  He let out a deep breath, both overjoyed and flustered to hell when Jäger’s head rested on his chest and he quickly drifted back to sleep.  

[fivu]

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”

Location: Paris, France.

Time: 8:22 AM.

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.”

“Oh, are you now?”

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.

“Good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”