Pacific Rim AU
Aug. 3rd, 2013 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
substituteskull"John Watson. It's been too long. Much too long."
That voice behind him is cringe-worthy but all John does is frown into his glass of ale and hope that by ignoring the man, he'll go away. Getting rid of Mycroft Holmes, however, is impossible. John sucks in a breath and turns on his stool, all tight lipped smiles and British hospitality. He even offers his hand, the right one, even though it still shakes from time to time. "Marshall Holmes. What are you doing here? Catching the match? Man U is winning."
The football game is, however, something John's not interested in. He'd just wanted to get away for a little while. Seeing Mycroft now brings back too much.
The Marshall does not take John's hand and instead makes a little humming noise in the back of his throat before he asks John if he might speak with him. In private. Outside. John complies. He has to, he still has respect for the man, even if he pretty much banished him from the Jaeger program. Not his fault, John reminds himself. Not Mycroft's fault at all.
"If this is about retaining me for ranger evaluation--"
But Mycroft cuts him off. "No, John. I'd like to bring you back into the program."
John understandably stiffens. "You know I can't do that. Who in their bloody right minds would want to Drift with me after--"
Mycroft holds up a hand and John's temper cools again. He'd apologize but military men have a problem with that sometimes. "Vatican Cameo won't respond properly to any of our other pilots. I'm sure you heard about what happened in Hawaii last week."
John nods.
"Good. I'll send a helicopter for you tomorrow and I'll see you in the Shatterdome bright and early."
John can't help but scowl. "Yes, fine, but who is going to--"
"Let me worry about that, John."
That voice behind him is cringe-worthy but all John does is frown into his glass of ale and hope that by ignoring the man, he'll go away. Getting rid of Mycroft Holmes, however, is impossible. John sucks in a breath and turns on his stool, all tight lipped smiles and British hospitality. He even offers his hand, the right one, even though it still shakes from time to time. "Marshall Holmes. What are you doing here? Catching the match? Man U is winning."
The football game is, however, something John's not interested in. He'd just wanted to get away for a little while. Seeing Mycroft now brings back too much.
The Marshall does not take John's hand and instead makes a little humming noise in the back of his throat before he asks John if he might speak with him. In private. Outside. John complies. He has to, he still has respect for the man, even if he pretty much banished him from the Jaeger program. Not his fault, John reminds himself. Not Mycroft's fault at all.
"If this is about retaining me for ranger evaluation--"
But Mycroft cuts him off. "No, John. I'd like to bring you back into the program."
John understandably stiffens. "You know I can't do that. Who in their bloody right minds would want to Drift with me after--"
Mycroft holds up a hand and John's temper cools again. He'd apologize but military men have a problem with that sometimes. "Vatican Cameo won't respond properly to any of our other pilots. I'm sure you heard about what happened in Hawaii last week."
John nods.
"Good. I'll send a helicopter for you tomorrow and I'll see you in the Shatterdome bright and early."
John can't help but scowl. "Yes, fine, but who is going to--"
"Let me worry about that, John."
