So I combined these two anon requests ‘Could you do something for Andrew Haldane?’ and ‘Hi, could you do something angsty for ack ack?’
This made me sad, but it also made me want to rewatch TP. I listened to ‘Always’ by Gavin James while writing it just in case anyone cared. Angst ahead just a little fyi, but i do have a fluffy request in my inbox to make up for this i promise.
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I'm not sure if you guys wanted to be tagged in stuff regarding the pacific so if i just went with it but if you don't please let me know
The constant hum of the men pottering about had gotten louder as many of them had returned and the clatter of army issued boots tapping along the makeshift wooden paths alerted her that someone was walking in her direction. Y/N hoped it was her one and only favourite Captain Haldane coming to entertain her as she counted supplies. Y/N looked up and the smile was wiped from her face. Eddie was coming towards her with the most solemn and sorrowful look she had ever seen. She scanned around for Andrew, never seeing one without the other as they were all but attached at the hip.
All emotion drained from her body and was replaced with a tsunami of sadness washing over her when she realised, he was nowhere to be seen. She knew what that meant. Eddie wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t serious. Tears welled in her eyes as she continued to stare at him walking closer and closer to her. Once he was within reaching distance, they cascaded down her cheeks leaving tracks as they washed the layers of dirt in their path.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words could find their way out. Andrew was dead and there were no words that would make her feel better, nothing that could bring her any comfort. “Don’t, please.” They stood in silence, Eddie not knowing what to say and Y/N not wanting to hear the one thing that would shatter her heart.
Grief-stricken, she fell backwards onto the wooden crates while her body shook with the sobs that left her. Eddie sat beside her on the box and tried to catch her, both arms around her. Crying into his shoulder, she stared down the path into the camp, half expecting Andrew to walk towards her as if there had been some mistake or cruel joke. The longer she gazed the more her head spun. “I'm sorry.” She was in so much shock she could barely hear Eddies voice as he stood.
Eddie placed the dog tags into her hand and closed her fingers around them. Once they made contact with her palm, her veins ran cold. They used to make her feel safe but now they weighted heavy, the cool metal burning its way through her skin. The countless nights she spent gripping them so tight she was convinced the inscription would be permanently indented into her hand. They used to remind her of home, but now she could feel nothing but overwhelming agony.
“I'm sorry too.” The lump in her throat making it difficult to speak, trying to swallow did nothing to help. Sitting upright, Y/N looked at Eddie to see an utterly confused expression written on his face. He wondered why she was apologising to him, after all she was the one who had lost the man she loved. Before he could ask her for an explanation, she turned slightly to face him. “He is, was, he was your best friend. You loved him too.”
Y/N ran her thumb over the words, the raised letters telling her the most basic of information about the man she so madly loved. The one and only thing she would have to remember him by. There were no pictures, no letters for her to look back on when she needed comfort. The only thing she could rely on to remember him was her memory and his ID tags. She thought back to the last time she saw him, something she would treasure for the remainder of her days.
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“There you are.” Andrew placed a kiss to the top of her hair and his hand at the back of her head. “I've been looking all over for you.”
“Well, you found me.” She smiled up at him sweetly, looking up from her clipboard. Y/N had been counting supplies, the same thing she always did making sure the paperwork matched what had been in the supply drop.
Andrew sat on top of the crate she was attempting to open. He gave her a cheek smile, earning him one in return. Her smile, a smile he so desperately needed to see. No matter what mood he was in she able to brighten up his day. He hadn’t seen her in a few days, both of them busy, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about her.
“I was counting that.” Lightly pushing his shoulder, she tried to get him to stand up. The sooner she got everything ticked off, the sooner she could spend some rare time with him, and she was looking forward to every second.
He pulled her to stand in between his legs and placed his hands on her hips. A sigh escaped his lips, relaxing at nothing other than her touch. The feeling of her fingers as she ran them through his hair, massaging against his head gave him a stress relief he undoubtedly needed and he let his eyes close, wanting to enjoy it for as long as possible. The sound of her voice softy calling his name caught his attention. “See you later?”
“Always” He promised. With a last chaste kiss to her cheek, he walked back in the direction he came, going about his business. Y/N watched him go as she wanted to look at him just a bit longer. Andrew glanced over his shoulder and gave her a wink, causing her to blush.
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“See you later.” She whispered to no one but him to hear. Staring at his name Haldane, Andrew A. It was bittersweet; they would help her picture his face, but also remind her that he was gone and never coming back. She would see every crease and every line, hear his laugh if she closed her eyes and believed hard enough.
After kissing them, Y/N placed the chain around her neck and ran her fingers down the balled chain until they reached the disks, clasping her hand around both sets. They hung beside her heart where her Andrew would be evermore. Both their tags, his and hers mixed together as they always should be, together forever. “Always, baby.”
