could we mayhaps get art or a little snippet of kim getting smalled with jax pretty please
It took me a bit to get around to this one, but here we go! Currently working on an additional part, but I wanted to get this out there.
Quick warning: This is an angsty one Another quick warning: I have not edited this at all, I am stream of consciousness-ing this biz in the middle of the night to just have fun and get back into the flow of writing (Also I cannot find my old draft soooo weee)
Have fun!
(also thank you for this! I love when Kim gets some love from people!)
Snippit under the cut
Control was quiet. A rare evening with no teams out in the field, and no storms needing monitoring meant that the flight coordinators and control crew could catch up on a few hours of much needed sleep. Even Justin had turned in for the evening without much protest.
The only life in the big room came from behind the closed doors of Kim’s office on the mezzanine.
Kim set the tray down on the little coffee table that sat in the corner of his office, Jax watching him with raised eyebrows, having never seen this softer side of Kim before. The head of the Outpost was always wired about something or other, so it was nice to see him without the tension in his face and shoulders.
“I know you don’t need me to tell you-” Kim spoke quietly as he picked the glass teapot off the tray, “But you did a good job out there today.”
He slid a glass of tea over to Jax, who took it gratefully, watching the ripples in the surface of his the glass as he picked it up.
Jax didn’t need to hear it, but it was nice. He had felt it too. “It was nice to get there before the Stygian. Being able to clear people out and keep families together… It… It’s good.”
Kim sat back on the couch, blowing on his own tea as Jax spoke.
The younger man had too much on his shoulders, in Kim’s opinion. The weight of the world, and then some. This win might be small in the grand scale of the threat that was the Midra and their Stygian monsters, but it was still a win, and that was something to be proud of.
“We know what to look for now. We’ll get more days like today.”
Jax raised his eyes to Kim’s, seeing that hope and pride in the man’s face. Jax could almost believe him. He smiled and raised his glass in a half-toast before taking a sip.
There was a moment as the warmth from the tea spread through his chest, that Jax felt like things were alright. There would be an other side to the situation he was in.
The moment passed however as he felt like someone had reached into him and started crushing his windpipe.
Kim saw the shift, the shake in Jax’s hand before a coughing fit gripped the younger man and the glass fell from his hand.
“Jax?” Kim was on his feet as Jax doubled over.
He coughed again, harder this time, and blood spattered on the table.
This wasn’t fair! Kim thought as he put an arm around Jax, trying to support him as another coughing fit wracked through his body. Kim could feel blood on his hand. Why did it feel like Jax was being punished for doing something good!?
Kim twisted his comm into his ear with one hand, cursing the timing.
“Ceres. I need you in my office now.”
“I’m on my way. What happened?” Ceres sounded groggy as she answered, but Kim could hear the shuffle of the doona in the background as she got up.
Heat prickled up the arm supporting Jax.
“I don’t know, but it’s not good-”
The heat flashed up Kim’s arm and across his whole body and he screamed.
Every nerve caught fire, every bone felt like they splintered in an instant as the air was pulled from his lungs. Kim could hear Ceres call his name through the comms, but it sounded miles away as the world blurred to black and the sound died.
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Jax gasped for air as the heat left his body following the shift. He could taste the blood in his mouth, but that wasn’t unusual to him. He could ignore that, focus on his breathing and ignore the now towering furniture and the glass that lay on it’s side, tea soaking into the carpet.
What he couldn’t ignore was Kim laying beside him.
Jax had never seen someone else at this scale. Never even thought it was possible for his shifts to affect another person. But… it had happened, and from the looks of it, the shift had disagreed with Kim even more than it had for Jax.
The man was as white as the snow outside, his breathing was shallow and strained, and when Jax weakly tried to shake his shoulder, Kim’s body felt icy to the touch.
The shift had taken more out of him than usual, and now he knew why.
Barely able to move himself, Jax pulled himself over to Kim and tried to bundle him up so he wouldn’t loose any more body heat.
“I-I’ve got you.” He rasped, but his head swam and he felt his chest tighten again.
Another coughing fit took him as the office door slid open.
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It had been three days since Kim had called her to his office, and she had arrived to find a barely conscious Jax clutching a half dead Kim on the floor.
Three days and Kim had not stirred.
Jax had also been unable to shift back during this time. Any attempt he made was met with a violent coughing fit.
Ceres paced in front of her desk as she looked over the most recent set of test results from Jax and Kim.
“Well, I’m still not a hundred percent sure how it happened, but right now it looks like a mix of proximity and ‘contamination’ during the shift.”
“Contamination?” Jax sat on her desk next to the makeshift bed the doctor had set up for Kim, having refused to leave the older man’s side until they figured this out.
Ceres stopped her pacing and looked down at them.
“… Blood.” She said quietly. “I found your blood on him during the first checkup.”
Jax’s face went pale, but she continued. “We know with things like your armour and clothes, that exposure to your body allows them to change with you. Your blood may have acted as a catalyst, a sort of ‘fast-track’ exposure. That combined with your proximity at the time…”
Jax groaned and pressed his free hand to his face.
Ceres sat at her desk and reached down to turn his face up to her.
“I will figure this out.” She said, her tone and serious gaze causing Jax to sit up straight suddenly. “And you’re going to keep helping me look after him until he wakes up.”
Jax didn’t move, but his eyes slid towards the unconscious Kim beside him. His expression set to match hers.
“Right.”