#r-becket

[marshallherculeshansen-blog]

r-becket replied to your post: "Sir, apologies, but I need to request some more time off. There's been a dispute with my parent's will -- something about most of it still being made out to Yancy -- and they're gathering the family to resolve it," he hesitates, "I don't know how long it'll take..."

A moment and he nods, taking Herc’s offer to sit. “No, no—” he smiles grimly, “—just me. Don’t want to disturb Jaz’s training and Mako’s busy recovering and with work. It’s alright. Thankyou.”

Herc nods slowly. "Alright. I'll make sure Jaz doesn't do anything...wrong while you're gone and I'll keep an eye out on Mako." He pulls out the hard copies, signing off slowly. "Is there anything I can do?"

[marshallherculeshansen-blog]

"Sir, apologies, but I need to request some more time off. There's been a dispute with my parent's will -- something about most of it still being made out to Yancy -- and they're gathering the family to resolve it," he hesitates, "I don't know how long it'll take..."

Herc nods quickly, already bringing up some paperwork for Raleigh to fill out. "I understand Raleigh, of course. I'll make sure everything is working. Mocking's going to be out of commission for a while anyway, I'll have Cherno on call."

He frowns a bit, gesturing to Raleigh to sit down. "Is Jazmine going? Mako?"

[riley-volkov]

Raleigh grins, leaning against the door into K-Science. "Hey Riley, I challenge you to say our names together, five times fast."

Riley blinks up to see a grinning Raleigh standing in the doorway, his blond hair catching the light as he breathes out his challenge.

Riley Volkov rarely backs away from a challenge.

Squaring her shoulders with a hint of a smile upon her lips, she rolls the names over in her head, noting how similar they sounded before she began.

"Raleigh, Rileyraliy, Ri-"

Shit, okay. Again.

"Riley, Raleigy, Righ—"

Dammit.

The frustration leaks onto her brows as they furrow in concentration. She can do this, surely because they are just words. Again she fumbles over the names, trying to distinct between the two is near impossible when spoken quickly, and her added accent made things about a hundred times worse.

So Riley sounds like a babbling Russian child for a good two minutes before she throws up her hands in defeat.

"Impossible", she breathes out, picking a piece of candy from her desk and chucking it in his direction with a smile.

[ionicsurvivor]

Do you think me having terrible timing is a legitimate excuse to "forget" a physical?

Glancing up from her tablet, Mako shifts on the blue comforting and looks over to her copilot.  Oh, she already knows he's going to try to weasel out of this one.  He did the same thing the last time around.But for Raleigh Becket, 'bad timing' is actually a legitimate excuse for a lot of things."It's mandatory, Raleigh.  Everyone goes." 

[marshallherculeshansen-blog]

Drive - Herc and Yancy

"Damn it Yancy, I said no!" Herc said, pulling his glasses off and rubbing the space between his eyes. It was the third time this week Yancy had come to his office to ask this question and it was the third time he'd said no. 

Thank god Raleigh wasn't here with him, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to deal with two sets of Becket puppy dog eyes. 

But Yancy wasn't giving up. He pushes off the desk, his arms crossed over his chest, the two sizes too small tee he's wearing and, oh goddamn it, there's that pout. It's not as good as Raleigh's, that damn kid has a pout that hits the floor, but Yancy's got a damn good one too. 

Herc drops his glasses onto his desk and sighs again, dramatically, this time just to see what Yancy does. The younger man deflates a bit, arms slowly falling down his chest again as he looks at Herc. 

After a moment, seeing the pure want in Yancy's face, Herc nods. "Fine. Fine. But, and when I say but, I fucking mean but, You have to wear seat belts, and," he looks up into Yancy's excited eyes. "I need to get a picture." 

So a week later, when Chuck drives  to work and they pull up outside the club, Megan and Mako are there with about 30 pounds of glitter to pour into Chuck's car while they lock the door. After about ten minutes of angry screaming from Chuck and laughter from the Beckets, the doors open and the three boys tumble out, covered head to too in sticky glitter. 

Every once in a while when you rode in Chuck's car, you'd still get glitter on you to this day. It drove Chuck crazy and made Yancy laugh that deep belly laugh each time he found glitter anywhere on him. 

Herc didn't regret it at all. 

[ionicsurvivor]

So I may or may not be wondering whether you heading Gipsy's restoration and studying my techniques and basically rebuilding my career as a pilot was all just an elaborate plan to get to pilot with me. If so then Miss Mori, you're a really good actor; like, Oscar worthy or something.

Her lips twitch to smile but she keeps a straight face.  While she knows he's joking, she can't help but think back nearly three years ago.She remembers working over the restoration program, fingertips following the words in Raleigh Becket's file and thinking that it would be right for her to pilot it with him.  Because maybe there wouldn't be any other chance to pilot ever.  And then he announced to a group of people and Stacker Pentecost that she would be his copilot and she thought it had to be right."You've caught me," Mako offers a small shrug, feigned nonchalance.  "The plan worked though."And she's smiling. 

[ionicsurvivor]

A sticky note on the front of Mako's tablet (God knows how he got it there) that says: "Daily reminder - You mean more to me than skittles."

Oh, and that’s a lot of meaning, Mako thinks as she peels the sticky note off the tablet, pursing her lips so that she’s not smiling like a fool.  Which seems to be happening quite a lot lately.  Quietly, Mako places the tablet upon the dresser and rubs her eyes tiredly.  Work can wait until morning.   She’s gotten used to Raleigh’s room and she hopes he’s gotten used to her being there since—-well, the accident.  

So she slips across the hallway with a bag of sour skittles and goes to his room.  He maybe not be there now, chances are he’s at the gym at this time, but she’ll be there when he gets back.  (After all, he did the same for her a couple years ago.  Or maybe, just always did the same for her.)

[riley-volkov]

A box of 'Riley's candy' sits on her desk because let's be honest, she'll be back there soon. On it a note sits: "Dear Riley, Sorry Rals's handwriting sucks. Get better soon, okay? - From Yancy."

3:30am was the perfect time to venture out of her room. Clothed in various layers as a precaution, Riley hauled herself to her feet with a grunt of pain before eying the pain medication and heading out the door. Slowly she made her way through the halls, the K-Science lab her destination. While on bed rest she honestly did try to rest, but found her mind buzzing with equations and formulas from her work, something she was aching for. So after much internal debate she managed to get up and slip down to the lab.

Upon approaching there was no music or explosions so she knew Dr.Geiszler wasn’t there and Dr. Gottlieb probably left at his usual time. She was in the clear.

As she nears closer a small box comes into her view, perched neatly on her desk with a small note attached. Chilled fingers brushed the box before picking up the letter, a smile slowly spreading over her face as she read the words.

Any mention of Yancy Becket brought a smile to Riley’s face, ever since Raleigh voicing to her that Yancy in fact had a crush on her, she couldn’t help the warmth that came along with his name. After the smile faded from her lips she always found herself wandering about him and wanting him to be here. For her own selfish reason yes, she wanted to see him in the flesh, to see his smile and have it directed towards her. She also wanted him here for Raleigh, knowing the loss of a sibling weighs heavy and she couldn’t imagine the pain of having one die in your mind.

Taking the box in her hands she pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk, tucking it away safely before settling in her chair. Various papers and reports were pulled up along with the breach model, her eyes checking over the new information and updating some of the software. Riley found herself glancing at the note every few minutes, a smile appearing on her face as she worked.

At about five in the morning is when a sharp pain struck through her body, producing a cry of pain. Sitting back in her chair to take some pressure off of her ribcage, her eyes gazed toward the ceiling as she pulled in slow, shaky breaths, trying to rid herself of the pain. For some reason her mind gravitated to Yancy, a picture of him she had seen before came to mind and slowly she began to feel better, the pain slowly starting to subside and become more bearable.

When the pain had died down to a intermediate ache she made a mental note to thank Raleigh, hoping he liked his gift from Tokyo, and to thank Yancy, something she wishes she could do face to face.