We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... This Land. [Kirk + Sheriff]
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Alfred was beside himself with glee when he realized that their playful bantering was continuing. Who knew the grumpy captain had a sense of humor? He certainly didn’t - he had always thought the guy had a stick lodged too far up his ass to bother with something so trivial. “Oh of course. And let’s not forget kicking puppies too, otherwise that reputation of yours will take a hit!” Alfred replied with a laugh. If he had tried this before, the captain would have been quicker to shoot him rather than play along. What had happened that had caused their relationship to change? He didn’t know, and right now, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The engineer did his best to control his laughter when he caught the expression on Kirkland’s face. Obviously this had not been a piece of information he had been intending to let slip, least of all to Alfred. He wondered how many of the other crew members knew of their captain’s secret love affair with embroidery. From Arthur's reaction, he would guess not many. He briefly considered if it would be worth it to tell Francis or perhaps Antonio, but quickly brushed that idea aside. He enjoyed living far too much to face the full extent of Kirkland’s wrath. Plus he could always tease him about it in private.
“You really did make it! Holy hell, Captain Kirkland likes embroidery!” Alfred burst out into another fit of laughter before he could control himself. It was a wonder he hadn’t received a bullet to the back of his skull yet for his insolence. Oh well, he wasn't going to question it. After a few failed attempts, the engineer finally managed to pull himself together. Well, together enough to speak without snorting anyway. “I’m sure embroidery is a… perfectly nice hobby,” He struggled not to add in ‘for elderly women’, “It’s just a bit ah… unexpected.”
Although he had been waiting for some sort of backlash from his offer to help, it still irked him how stubborn Arthur was being. “Seriously? Look at yourself. With that thing, you can barely stand let alone walk.” He clicked his tongue and slid a hand within Arthur’s smaller one, keeping him steady as he crouched down to inspect the wooden prosthetic. There wasn’t much to it and the wood did nothing to accommodate joint moments at all. Couldn’t he see that it would take years to relearn how to walk, if he ever did? Alfred’s blue eyes flickered up to Arthur’s face from his position beneath him, silently questioning his inexplicable stubbornness with one eyebrow raised.
The engineer did his best to control his laughter when he caught the expression on Kirkland’s face. Obviously this had not been a piece of information he had been intending to let slip, least of all to Alfred. He wondered how many of the other crew members knew of their captain’s secret love affair with embroidery. From Arthur's reaction, he would guess not many. He briefly considered if it would be worth it to tell Francis or perhaps Antonio, but quickly brushed that idea aside. He enjoyed living far too much to face the full extent of Kirkland’s wrath. Plus he could always tease him about it in private.
“You really did make it! Holy hell, Captain Kirkland likes embroidery!” Alfred burst out into another fit of laughter before he could control himself. It was a wonder he hadn’t received a bullet to the back of his skull yet for his insolence. Oh well, he wasn't going to question it. After a few failed attempts, the engineer finally managed to pull himself together. Well, together enough to speak without snorting anyway. “I’m sure embroidery is a… perfectly nice hobby,” He struggled not to add in ‘for elderly women’, “It’s just a bit ah… unexpected.”
Although he had been waiting for some sort of backlash from his offer to help, it still irked him how stubborn Arthur was being. “Seriously? Look at yourself. With that thing, you can barely stand let alone walk.” He clicked his tongue and slid a hand within Arthur’s smaller one, keeping him steady as he crouched down to inspect the wooden prosthetic. There wasn’t much to it and the wood did nothing to accommodate joint moments at all. Couldn’t he see that it would take years to relearn how to walk, if he ever did? Alfred’s blue eyes flickered up to Arthur’s face from his position beneath him, silently questioning his inexplicable stubbornness with one eyebrow raised.
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"And obviously I earn most of my money by clubbing baby seals. I've also made it so that every time I smile, a kitten dies," Arthur snickered a bit. " Apparently my heart is two sizes too small." He found it rather amusing to toy with all the villain cliches. While Arthur was not going to deny his status as a villain, he was certainly not some Snidely Whiplash character who would go around tying women to railroad tracks while committing other dastardly deeds for the sake of evil.
"There aren't many hobbies you can keep up when you're bedridden for months. Embroidery happens to be a very convenient one. Now, shut the bloody hell up before I decide to use your skin as my next embroidery project, you berk!" Arthur snarled at Alfred, wanting to grab things and throw it at the other man. He reused to be humiliated like this. Plus, the captain was sure that the engineer would go off and tell the rest of the crew. Then Arthur would simply be forced to kill Alfred, probably.
When Alfred bent down to take a look at the prosthetic, Arthur's mind dropped right into the gutter. He struggled to force away the sudden thoughts about the other man's lips wrapped around his... No! What was he thinking? It had just been a while since Arthur had gotten any. That was it, and nothing more. Shit, had he been distracted enough to not reply to Alfred? Yes, yes he had. It wasn't Arthur's fault that the other man was good looking. He just had to blame Alfred yet again. "Don't be silly. This is perfectly fine, and why would I need help? Let alone from you. You have quite a distaste for me, and you have no reason to assist me."
"There aren't many hobbies you can keep up when you're bedridden for months. Embroidery happens to be a very convenient one. Now, shut the bloody hell up before I decide to use your skin as my next embroidery project, you berk!" Arthur snarled at Alfred, wanting to grab things and throw it at the other man. He reused to be humiliated like this. Plus, the captain was sure that the engineer would go off and tell the rest of the crew. Then Arthur would simply be forced to kill Alfred, probably.
When Alfred bent down to take a look at the prosthetic, Arthur's mind dropped right into the gutter. He struggled to force away the sudden thoughts about the other man's lips wrapped around his... No! What was he thinking? It had just been a while since Arthur had gotten any. That was it, and nothing more. Shit, had he been distracted enough to not reply to Alfred? Yes, yes he had. It wasn't Arthur's fault that the other man was good looking. He just had to blame Alfred yet again. "Don't be silly. This is perfectly fine, and why would I need help? Let alone from you. You have quite a distaste for me, and you have no reason to assist me."
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Alfred couldn’t help but start laughing as the pirate captain went off on another playful round of self teasing. “So if you’re the villain in this story, then that would make me the hero, right?” He replied with an eager grin. “You know, running in and saving the pretty maidens that you kidnap for your fiendish plans. That would totally be me!” Ever since he was a little boy, he had pictured himself one day becoming a hero - devoted to justice and all that. That was the reason he jumped at the opportunity to join the federation. Although here he was on a pirate ship, having a relatively civilized conversation with one Captain Kirkland. How strange life was.
The engineer snorted loudly at the threat, but the teasing smile never once left his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I won’t tell anyone by the way, mostly because I don’t want to die,“ He laughed at this before continuing. “Honestly, it’s just kind of cute that you like to embroider.” Wait, did he just call Kirkland cute? Alfred went over his last statement in his mind to make sure. Yup, totally called the pirate cute. When on earth did he start to thinking that? And more importantly, why the hell hadn’t Arthur already shot him in the head for letting that statement slip passed his lips.
Alfred stayed crouched down beneath Arthur, waiting somewhat impatiently for the man to respond to his earlier offer. What the hell was he staring at anyway? Had he gone senile sometime during this conversation? What an old man, zoning out in the middle of a conversation. When Kirkland finally spoke again, the engineer simply rolled his eyes. “There you are. I thought I lost you there for a second old man. You daydreaming about embroidery or something?” He snickered a bit at the thought as he fingered around the area where Arthur’s leg connected with the prosthetic. Not the best craftsmanship, but certainly not the worst. If he would just let him modify the joints, that would save him a lot of pain in the future.
“Well, you need help because you can barely walk without falling over. You need help from me because I know how to actually build the device you need. And finally, why do you assume I have ‘a distaste for you’?” Alfred looked up from his gentle prodding of the wooden contraption, flashing Arthur a smile. “Sure you’re kind of an asshole, but you can kind of be funny and interesting at times. And seeing as you haven’t killed me yet for teasing you earlier, I’m guessing you kind of like me too.” The engineer grinned, his clear blue eyes filled with mischief and playfulness. “Admit it, my charming personality got to you Kirkland.”
The engineer snorted loudly at the threat, but the teasing smile never once left his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I won’t tell anyone by the way, mostly because I don’t want to die,“ He laughed at this before continuing. “Honestly, it’s just kind of cute that you like to embroider.” Wait, did he just call Kirkland cute? Alfred went over his last statement in his mind to make sure. Yup, totally called the pirate cute. When on earth did he start to thinking that? And more importantly, why the hell hadn’t Arthur already shot him in the head for letting that statement slip passed his lips.
Alfred stayed crouched down beneath Arthur, waiting somewhat impatiently for the man to respond to his earlier offer. What the hell was he staring at anyway? Had he gone senile sometime during this conversation? What an old man, zoning out in the middle of a conversation. When Kirkland finally spoke again, the engineer simply rolled his eyes. “There you are. I thought I lost you there for a second old man. You daydreaming about embroidery or something?” He snickered a bit at the thought as he fingered around the area where Arthur’s leg connected with the prosthetic. Not the best craftsmanship, but certainly not the worst. If he would just let him modify the joints, that would save him a lot of pain in the future.
“Well, you need help because you can barely walk without falling over. You need help from me because I know how to actually build the device you need. And finally, why do you assume I have ‘a distaste for you’?” Alfred looked up from his gentle prodding of the wooden contraption, flashing Arthur a smile. “Sure you’re kind of an asshole, but you can kind of be funny and interesting at times. And seeing as you haven’t killed me yet for teasing you earlier, I’m guessing you kind of like me too.” The engineer grinned, his clear blue eyes filled with mischief and playfulness. “Admit it, my charming personality got to you Kirkland.”
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"Though I am the villain, sadly I think you are mistaken about your own role in this story. You are the damsel in distress, after all I have kidnapped you and subjected you to my wicked, wicked ways," Arthur snickered. Despite the absurdity, he could almost see Alfred as a damsel in distress, complete with a dress. Wait- what was he thinking. Trying not to frown or hit himself on the head, Arthur continued, "It's a shame you don't have some hero to come after you. Perhaps I should tie you to the railroad tracks while I twirl my handlebar moustache."
Arthur stared at the other man. He sputtered a bit, trying to form a coherent sentence. The pirate managed to shake his head vigorously before managing a sentence. "Cute?! Are you out of your mind?! Did you hit your head too hard during that fight with the Reavers?" Arthur nearly shouted. He then bit his lip, regretting what he said. Alfred could have been joking, and probably was. Now Arthur had reacted and made a fool out of himself. He reminded himself that nobody found him attractive, let alone cute.
The pirate captain blushed slightly and looked away from Alfred. He rolled his eyes and spoke, "Shove it, you git. I'm not that much older than you, I'm sure." There was no way he could admit what he had been daydreaming about. He couldn't admit that the daydream was much more appealing than Arthur wanted it to be. Arthur tried to step away from Alfred without losing his balance.
After hearing the other man's words, Arthur flushed again. He tried to scowl, glaring down at the other man. However, his eyes kept focusing on the other man's lips, as well as those strong and calloused hands. "Fine. I will graciously allow you to assist me. However, you are wrong about the other part. You do have a distaste for me, and you lack a charming personality," Arthur crossed his arms and huffed slightly.
Arthur stared at the other man. He sputtered a bit, trying to form a coherent sentence. The pirate managed to shake his head vigorously before managing a sentence. "Cute?! Are you out of your mind?! Did you hit your head too hard during that fight with the Reavers?" Arthur nearly shouted. He then bit his lip, regretting what he said. Alfred could have been joking, and probably was. Now Arthur had reacted and made a fool out of himself. He reminded himself that nobody found him attractive, let alone cute.
The pirate captain blushed slightly and looked away from Alfred. He rolled his eyes and spoke, "Shove it, you git. I'm not that much older than you, I'm sure." There was no way he could admit what he had been daydreaming about. He couldn't admit that the daydream was much more appealing than Arthur wanted it to be. Arthur tried to step away from Alfred without losing his balance.
After hearing the other man's words, Arthur flushed again. He tried to scowl, glaring down at the other man. However, his eyes kept focusing on the other man's lips, as well as those strong and calloused hands. "Fine. I will graciously allow you to assist me. However, you are wrong about the other part. You do have a distaste for me, and you lack a charming personality," Arthur crossed his arms and huffed slightly.
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Alfred’s joy came to abrupt halt when Kirkland spoke again. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed angrily. “What the hell?! I’m no damsel!” What a jerk! How dare he cast him as the damsel in distress. Sure he was kidnapped and forced into slavery for the benefit of one bastard pirate captain, but that didn’t make him helpless! Just… well shit. If they were going to rely on the stereotypes, he totally was the damsel. Damn! “Whatever. This damsel saved your ass from getting killed if you’ll remember. Oh, and fuck you if you think I’m ever wearing a dress,” He added on, grumbling to himself.
That was not the reaction he had been expecting. If he had dared to call the infamous Arthur Kirkland ‘cute’ before, he was sure to have received a bullet to the head but this was unexpected. Instead of glaring and acting all high and mighty, the pirate sputtered loudly before yelling at him for being a moron. Alfred stared at him, trying to determine how such a reaction could not be considered cute. “Ah…” What could he say? If he called him cute again, Arthur might jump to the conclusion that he was attracted to him or something. Which was completely ridiculous. “Yeah! That must be it!” He laughed a bit too loudly and rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Those damn Reavers.”
Had Alfred been paying more attention, he might have caught the pretty blush that colored Arthur’s cheeks - but his mind was already whirling with possibilities of how to fix up the other’s prosthetic. “What? Oh well, I’m twenty-one and you must be about…” His blue eyes flickered back up to meet the captain’s face, grinning mischievously. “Mid-forties?” He teasingly offered up. Of course, he tacked on a couple extra years to his own age to seem less childish. For some reason, he didn’t want the other to know just how young he really was.
When Arthur agreed to let him help, the engineer straightened up eagerly. “Great!” He reached forward and tugged the pirate’s arms away from his chest so he could slid one over his shoulders and offer support until they reached the control room. He had to stay crouched slightly to keep from lifting the shorter man off the ground. “Just lean on me. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” Alfred said with another happy grin, before walking forward towards the control room again.
That was not the reaction he had been expecting. If he had dared to call the infamous Arthur Kirkland ‘cute’ before, he was sure to have received a bullet to the head but this was unexpected. Instead of glaring and acting all high and mighty, the pirate sputtered loudly before yelling at him for being a moron. Alfred stared at him, trying to determine how such a reaction could not be considered cute. “Ah…” What could he say? If he called him cute again, Arthur might jump to the conclusion that he was attracted to him or something. Which was completely ridiculous. “Yeah! That must be it!” He laughed a bit too loudly and rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Those damn Reavers.”
Had Alfred been paying more attention, he might have caught the pretty blush that colored Arthur’s cheeks - but his mind was already whirling with possibilities of how to fix up the other’s prosthetic. “What? Oh well, I’m twenty-one and you must be about…” His blue eyes flickered back up to meet the captain’s face, grinning mischievously. “Mid-forties?” He teasingly offered up. Of course, he tacked on a couple extra years to his own age to seem less childish. For some reason, he didn’t want the other to know just how young he really was.
When Arthur agreed to let him help, the engineer straightened up eagerly. “Great!” He reached forward and tugged the pirate’s arms away from his chest so he could slid one over his shoulders and offer support until they reached the control room. He had to stay crouched slightly to keep from lifting the shorter man off the ground. “Just lean on me. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.” Alfred said with another happy grin, before walking forward towards the control room again.
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"I do believe this villain saved your life as well, damsel," Arthur chuckled. He smiled a bit, keeping a rather smug expression on his face. Though he had to admit it was odd how well Alfred was able to read his mind about the dress. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Arthur laughed a bit more. Teasing Alfred was more amusing than making fun of himself. Watching the other man get so flustered was almost endearing. Arthur had not noticed that his guard was slipping.
Arthur shot Alfred another glare, wondering why the other man was acting so oddly. "I don't even know why I deal with you," he grumbled. It wasn't that he was enjoying Alfred's company, no he was lonely. No! That wasn't acceptable either. Arthur wondered if he hit his head during the Reaver fight as well. "This simply must be your fault," Arthur added.
"Twenty one? You hardly look twenty. I'd say you were eighteen or nineteen," Arthur replied, his green eyes wide with disbelief. He recovered his guarded expression, a frown. "And for the record, I am only twenty-three," Arthur frowned even more. Why was he telling Alfred this? His age wasn't the other's business!
Arthur reluctantly allowed the other man to drape his arm across his shoulder. Alfred was so close to the pirate that he could smell him. Not that Arthur was leaning over to purposefully sniff the man, that would be rather creepy and certainly unbecoming of a gentleman. Nevertheless, Alfred smelled of oil, sweat, and something Arthur couldn't quite put his finger on. Also of note was the fact that the pirate was able to feel the other man's muscles as they moved. Arthur didn't want to admit that he liked the feel of Alfred's muscles, firm and well toned. Sure Arthur was not some skinny little stick with no muscles, but they were not as prominent as Alfred's. Arthur was lean and slender, masking his true strength with the physique of a fairy. Alfred, on the other hand, was large and strong, much like a horse. Arthur couldn't pull his gaze away from the other man.
Despite his protests, the thought of improving his prosthetic leg came as a relief to Arthur. Perhaps he'd get back to being the captain quicker than he imagined. Would things return to normal? Or would this show of weakness prove to be his downfall? Arthur didn't know.
Arthur shot Alfred another glare, wondering why the other man was acting so oddly. "I don't even know why I deal with you," he grumbled. It wasn't that he was enjoying Alfred's company, no he was lonely. No! That wasn't acceptable either. Arthur wondered if he hit his head during the Reaver fight as well. "This simply must be your fault," Arthur added.
"Twenty one? You hardly look twenty. I'd say you were eighteen or nineteen," Arthur replied, his green eyes wide with disbelief. He recovered his guarded expression, a frown. "And for the record, I am only twenty-three," Arthur frowned even more. Why was he telling Alfred this? His age wasn't the other's business!
Arthur reluctantly allowed the other man to drape his arm across his shoulder. Alfred was so close to the pirate that he could smell him. Not that Arthur was leaning over to purposefully sniff the man, that would be rather creepy and certainly unbecoming of a gentleman. Nevertheless, Alfred smelled of oil, sweat, and something Arthur couldn't quite put his finger on. Also of note was the fact that the pirate was able to feel the other man's muscles as they moved. Arthur didn't want to admit that he liked the feel of Alfred's muscles, firm and well toned. Sure Arthur was not some skinny little stick with no muscles, but they were not as prominent as Alfred's. Arthur was lean and slender, masking his true strength with the physique of a fairy. Alfred, on the other hand, was large and strong, much like a horse. Arthur couldn't pull his gaze away from the other man.
Despite his protests, the thought of improving his prosthetic leg came as a relief to Arthur. Perhaps he'd get back to being the captain quicker than he imagined. Would things return to normal? Or would this show of weakness prove to be his downfall? Arthur didn't know.
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Alfred crossed his arms and pouted, irritated that it was suddenly him whom was being teased. It was far more amusing to have Kirkland put on the hot seat, not the other way around! “That doesn’t mean that I need anybody saving me, Mr. Villain. This damsel can handle anything you throw at him.” At Kirkland’s next accusation, the engineer turned completely red and sputtered, trying to formulate a response. “The hell?! No I wouldn’t! You’d be the one to get off on seeing me in a dress, old pervert!”
The engineer shrugged and looked over at the captain, as if contemplating that very same question. Why did he bother with him? Sure he was a genius when it came to technology, but honestly, seeing how many times the two butted heads throughout his time on the ship, it might have been better for Arthur to simply kick him out of the airlock when he had the chance. “I don't see how it's my fault. You probably keep me around because I’m hot and you like looking at me,” He offered up with another careless shrug.
“How would you know?” Alfred said with a slight pout on his face. Damn, he thought he could get away with that lie. The federation had believed him when he added on those extra years. Than again, no one really cared how old he was so long as he did what he was told and didn’t make too much trouble. “Okay, so I’m not twenty-one,” He relented, “I turned nineteen a couple months before I met you.” At least, he thought he did. Given his strange childhood, he wasn’t entirely certain what day his birthday fell on. “And I figured as much. I know you’re not that much of an old man,” He teased, glad to finally have a slight edge over the infuriating pirate captain.
With Alfred’s help, the two managed to make it back to the control room without falling. The engineer maneuvered the injured captain into the messy control room (not at all bothered by the parts and papers that littered the floor), allowing his hold to drop when Arthur could grasp his desk chair. He paused for a small moment when the sudden change in warmth startled him. Huh, weird, it was almost as if he liked holding the pirate captain up. He was small yet strong and fit well in his arms. Alfred flushed again and shook these thoughts away before leaning over the desk to grab a fresh sheet of paper and a pencil. This was not important at the moment. He needed to focus on doing what he was asked - namely, improving the captain’s prosthetic. Not thinking about how nice it was to hold somebody.
“Let’s see…” He began to draw out a faint outline of a improved metal joint, mentally attaching the parts to the wooden leg Arthur was currently using to stumble around with. Alfred paused briefly, absentmindedly chewing on the top of his pencil as he thought. Too bad the man was too damn stubborn to let him build the entire leg from metal. It would work so much better and they could have avoided this whole affair. Ah well, couldn’t do anything about it now.
The engineer shrugged and looked over at the captain, as if contemplating that very same question. Why did he bother with him? Sure he was a genius when it came to technology, but honestly, seeing how many times the two butted heads throughout his time on the ship, it might have been better for Arthur to simply kick him out of the airlock when he had the chance. “I don't see how it's my fault. You probably keep me around because I’m hot and you like looking at me,” He offered up with another careless shrug.
“How would you know?” Alfred said with a slight pout on his face. Damn, he thought he could get away with that lie. The federation had believed him when he added on those extra years. Than again, no one really cared how old he was so long as he did what he was told and didn’t make too much trouble. “Okay, so I’m not twenty-one,” He relented, “I turned nineteen a couple months before I met you.” At least, he thought he did. Given his strange childhood, he wasn’t entirely certain what day his birthday fell on. “And I figured as much. I know you’re not that much of an old man,” He teased, glad to finally have a slight edge over the infuriating pirate captain.
With Alfred’s help, the two managed to make it back to the control room without falling. The engineer maneuvered the injured captain into the messy control room (not at all bothered by the parts and papers that littered the floor), allowing his hold to drop when Arthur could grasp his desk chair. He paused for a small moment when the sudden change in warmth startled him. Huh, weird, it was almost as if he liked holding the pirate captain up. He was small yet strong and fit well in his arms. Alfred flushed again and shook these thoughts away before leaning over the desk to grab a fresh sheet of paper and a pencil. This was not important at the moment. He needed to focus on doing what he was asked - namely, improving the captain’s prosthetic. Not thinking about how nice it was to hold somebody.
“Let’s see…” He began to draw out a faint outline of a improved metal joint, mentally attaching the parts to the wooden leg Arthur was currently using to stumble around with. Alfred paused briefly, absentmindedly chewing on the top of his pencil as he thought. Too bad the man was too damn stubborn to let him build the entire leg from metal. It would work so much better and they could have avoided this whole affair. Ah well, couldn’t do anything about it now.
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"Handle yourself? You nearly got yourself killed by those Reavers, you idiot," Arthur rolled his eyes. He was less willing to admit that he too had nearly gotten himself killed. The only reason they were still alive was the fact that they had worked together, not that Arthur wanted to admit that. "Who said that a brat like you would be able to get me off?" Arthur snorted. "I do have standards. You... on the other hand, seem to be in denial. It's generally the ones in denial that do all the sheep shagging and weird things," Arthur enjoyed making fun of Alfred.
"Simply keeping you around for good looks is not an excuse. I am a practical person, and simply relying on aesthetics to keep someone around? Absolutely preposterous. Besides, I never said you looked good," Arthur replied with a huff. He refused to let Alfred discover that Arthur found the other man to be quite handsome. It would simply boost the other's ego, which was the last thing Arthur wanted.
"So they just let any nineteen year old be some sheriff on a planet? Looks like the federation is getting desperate," Arthur completed that statement with a few tsks of disapproval. "There's only a 4 year difference between us, lad. If I'm so old, you're not far behind at all. Perhaps you'll need to fasten yourself a walker and some adult diapers, after all, you're already seeming quite senile," Arthur teased back.
Arthur let out a sigh of relief when he was allowed to sit down. "I can remove the prosthetic if you want? Just fix the blasted thing so I can walk," Arthur huffed slightly, already moving to get the wooden leg off. He supposed he was lucky, being able to remove something so terribly built. It probably would make repairs easy, if Arthur hadn't been so stubborn as to not accept repairs prior to this. "I don't care how long it takes. I can make do with crutches until I get a decent leg," Arthur was finally admitting the failings of his beloved wooden leg. It's a shame he didn't even get a compartment for the rum.
"Simply keeping you around for good looks is not an excuse. I am a practical person, and simply relying on aesthetics to keep someone around? Absolutely preposterous. Besides, I never said you looked good," Arthur replied with a huff. He refused to let Alfred discover that Arthur found the other man to be quite handsome. It would simply boost the other's ego, which was the last thing Arthur wanted.
"So they just let any nineteen year old be some sheriff on a planet? Looks like the federation is getting desperate," Arthur completed that statement with a few tsks of disapproval. "There's only a 4 year difference between us, lad. If I'm so old, you're not far behind at all. Perhaps you'll need to fasten yourself a walker and some adult diapers, after all, you're already seeming quite senile," Arthur teased back.
Arthur let out a sigh of relief when he was allowed to sit down. "I can remove the prosthetic if you want? Just fix the blasted thing so I can walk," Arthur huffed slightly, already moving to get the wooden leg off. He supposed he was lucky, being able to remove something so terribly built. It probably would make repairs easy, if Arthur hadn't been so stubborn as to not accept repairs prior to this. "I don't care how long it takes. I can make do with crutches until I get a decent leg," Arthur was finally admitting the failings of his beloved wooden leg. It's a shame he didn't even get a compartment for the rum.
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“You’re kidding, right? I’m not the only one who almost got killed. Or did you forget that you senile old man?” Alfred may not have fared spectacularly against the Reavers, but he did a pretty damn good job considering. Besides, without his ingenuity and quick thinking, there was no way in hell they would have made it out at all. “Hey! Who said I would want to get you off at all? I have standards too, jerk.” Standards that did not include any pirates thank you very much. “And for your information, I don’t do any of that weird shit. I’ve never even had sex before you pervert!”
Damnit, wrong thing to say! Alfred swore loudly and slapped a hand over his face, trying to conceal the heated blush that now stained his cheeks. Although he was totally comfortable with who he was, he certainly hadn’t wanted to admit that he was a virgin to the bastard pirate captain. Fuck that was going to ruin any chance he still had of appearing like an adult. “Whatever, you know I’m attractive. Plus I’m the only one competent enough to keep this ship running,” He grumbled under his breath, still not quite over his mortification of letting such a personal piece of information slip. Damn him and his big mouth.
The engineer shook his head lightly in disagreement. “They didn’t know I was nineteen. Either that or they didn’t care.” He shrugged a bit, surprisingly unconcerned with the fact that he had lied about his age in order to be accepted into the federation. At the time, it was the only option he had. “Oh and captain, when I get to be as old as you, I’m attaching rockets on either side of my walker so I can sill run circles around you.” He grinned teasingly, “Besides, I must not be too old if you keep referring to me as ‘lad’ and ‘brat’.”
Alfred turned to the captain, watching as he began to remove the prosthetic. It was clear, even if Kirkland didn’t want to admit it, that the wooden leg was causing him more harm then good. He sighed a bit and turned back to his sketch, finishing it up before hanging it on the wall to inspect the design. It was simple and lacked the original upgrades that the pirate captain had expressed dislike for. “What do you think?” He asked, pointing to the picture. “It will be light and thin, but sturdy enough for you to move around. Plus I’ll attach belts so you can remove it whenever you want.”
Alfred paused, working out how much time it would take to complete the project, assuming that Kirkland didn't want any special additions. "If you hang around for the rest of the day, I can probably make it pretty quickly." Not that he wanted Arthur around or anything - he just didn't want to hear the man bitch if the prosthetic wasn't exactly right.
Damnit, wrong thing to say! Alfred swore loudly and slapped a hand over his face, trying to conceal the heated blush that now stained his cheeks. Although he was totally comfortable with who he was, he certainly hadn’t wanted to admit that he was a virgin to the bastard pirate captain. Fuck that was going to ruin any chance he still had of appearing like an adult. “Whatever, you know I’m attractive. Plus I’m the only one competent enough to keep this ship running,” He grumbled under his breath, still not quite over his mortification of letting such a personal piece of information slip. Damn him and his big mouth.
The engineer shook his head lightly in disagreement. “They didn’t know I was nineteen. Either that or they didn’t care.” He shrugged a bit, surprisingly unconcerned with the fact that he had lied about his age in order to be accepted into the federation. At the time, it was the only option he had. “Oh and captain, when I get to be as old as you, I’m attaching rockets on either side of my walker so I can sill run circles around you.” He grinned teasingly, “Besides, I must not be too old if you keep referring to me as ‘lad’ and ‘brat’.”
Alfred turned to the captain, watching as he began to remove the prosthetic. It was clear, even if Kirkland didn’t want to admit it, that the wooden leg was causing him more harm then good. He sighed a bit and turned back to his sketch, finishing it up before hanging it on the wall to inspect the design. It was simple and lacked the original upgrades that the pirate captain had expressed dislike for. “What do you think?” He asked, pointing to the picture. “It will be light and thin, but sturdy enough for you to move around. Plus I’ll attach belts so you can remove it whenever you want.”
Alfred paused, working out how much time it would take to complete the project, assuming that Kirkland didn't want any special additions. "If you hang around for the rest of the day, I can probably make it pretty quickly." Not that he wanted Arthur around or anything - he just didn't want to hear the man bitch if the prosthetic wasn't exactly right.
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"How could I forget that? It's not like I lost a limb," Arthur snapped back. The phantom pain may have gone away, but it was still an aching reminder of how he had failed. Arthur felt like he had humiliated himself and now had to somehow earn the respect and the fear of his crew back. He wasn't supposed to be a weak and vulnerable person, he was supposed to be a frightening pirate. He was distracted from his worries by the other's sudden admission. A smug grin made it's way across Arthur's face.
"A virgin, eh? For such an innocent brat, you certainly love speaking about fucking. If not for your filthy mouth, I'd think you were some sort of puritan," Arthur chuckled, teasing Alfred. However, as promiscuity standards went, Arthur was certainly not one to talk. When he had been Alfred's age, well... let's just say he rarely refused to allow someone into his bed. Yet, he had toned down in recent years, but it was more due to being busy with jobs and raids than any cooling of Arthur's hormones. "You keep talking about how attractive you are, perhaps you spend too much time with your hand," Arthur added, continuing to insult the other man.
"You lied about your age? Are you stupid?" While Arthur couldn't say that immediately joining the federation was a stupid idea, after all, he had done that himself, he could question why Alfred would go off and lie about his age. "While I did join the federation as my first job, I wasn't so eager to lie about my age. Not many people are that eager to get themselves killed."
Arthur stared at the design before looking back at the leg, and then returning to the design again. He frowned, not sure how to make sense of it, so he waved Alfred off. "It looks fine, so just get it done. After all, I need it to walk," he huffed slightly. Arthur was an intelligent man, and prided himself on that. That being said, his incompetence with technology and engineering irked him quite greatly. Arthur crossed his arms and scowled, wishing to have one of his books. After all, he could read it to amuse himself, or use it to hit Alfred if the other got too annoying.
"I suppose I must 'hang around'. After all, there's not much I can do without my leg. My crutches are back in my room, and I'd rather not go through the bother of going back there. I shall stay simply because it's convenient, not because I want to spend time with you," Arthur stated. Now that the prosthetic leg was in Alfred's hands, Arthur moved his pant leg back down, making sure it was neat and orderly.
"A virgin, eh? For such an innocent brat, you certainly love speaking about fucking. If not for your filthy mouth, I'd think you were some sort of puritan," Arthur chuckled, teasing Alfred. However, as promiscuity standards went, Arthur was certainly not one to talk. When he had been Alfred's age, well... let's just say he rarely refused to allow someone into his bed. Yet, he had toned down in recent years, but it was more due to being busy with jobs and raids than any cooling of Arthur's hormones. "You keep talking about how attractive you are, perhaps you spend too much time with your hand," Arthur added, continuing to insult the other man.
"You lied about your age? Are you stupid?" While Arthur couldn't say that immediately joining the federation was a stupid idea, after all, he had done that himself, he could question why Alfred would go off and lie about his age. "While I did join the federation as my first job, I wasn't so eager to lie about my age. Not many people are that eager to get themselves killed."
Arthur stared at the design before looking back at the leg, and then returning to the design again. He frowned, not sure how to make sense of it, so he waved Alfred off. "It looks fine, so just get it done. After all, I need it to walk," he huffed slightly. Arthur was an intelligent man, and prided himself on that. That being said, his incompetence with technology and engineering irked him quite greatly. Arthur crossed his arms and scowled, wishing to have one of his books. After all, he could read it to amuse himself, or use it to hit Alfred if the other got too annoying.
"I suppose I must 'hang around'. After all, there's not much I can do without my leg. My crutches are back in my room, and I'd rather not go through the bother of going back there. I shall stay simply because it's convenient, not because I want to spend time with you," Arthur stated. Now that the prosthetic leg was in Alfred's hands, Arthur moved his pant leg back down, making sure it was neat and orderly.
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Alfred winced at the sudden harshness within Kirkland’s voice. Damn, he really should have thought that through before he let that thought slip passed his lips unchecked. He honestly hadn’t wanted to bring up any bad memories for the pirate captain. Yes he was an asshole and deserved a monitor for that massive ego, but it was a low blow indeed to add insult to injury - even when it was unintentional. Thankfully (or not), Arthur soon became distracted by the opportunity to mock the engineer about his innocence and promptly forgot about the earlier slight.
“There is nothing wrong with being a virgin!” Alfred shouted back in retaliation, irritated that his cheeks were still red from his ongoing mortification. Why did Kirkland have to be such a jerk about this? Granted he had teased him earlier for liking embroidery, but this was completely different! He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest, trying to maintain as much of his pride as he could at this point. “I just never had time to do it, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t convince anybody I wanted to sleep with me.” Flustered and trying to appear more in control of the situation, he flashed the pirate captain a glare. “I bet I could even convince you.”
The knowledge that Arthur had started out as a federation member was more surprising than the jab at his intelligence. Than again, given his military and leadership skills, perhaps he was an idiot for not figuring it out earlier. “It was the best option at the time, if you can believe it.” He said with a slight shrug before glancing back at the pirate. “Where were you stationed?” He asked, curious in spite of himself. Although it was unlikely that the other man ever made it to pits of T’Mani where he grew up, he was interested nonetheless.
Alfred was already gathering materials when the captain gave his approval to go ahead and start building. He snickered under his breath when he realized Arthur hadn’t the faintest idea of how to make sense of his design. Oh well, he knew how it worked and it should be easy enough to keep up. “Whatever you say captain. Just try not to break anything.” He replied, pressing a button on the main computer to fill the small room with the sound of rock music for a bit of background noise. Humming along with the unfamiliar tune, Alfred slid his goggles over his eyes and set about cutting and resizing hallow lengths of steel.
Although he usually could allow himself to get lost in the project before him, he felt obliged to keep up some conversation with Kirkland, seeing as he couldn’t exactly move. “You were in the federation, so how come you changed over to piracy?” He asked as the compared the newly cut metal poles to the wooden prosthetic. Arthur Kirkland was famous for his deeds as the captain of The Dramatic Exit, but he could not recall ever hearing about him as a military man. Although he would never admit it, the engineer was horribly curious to hear about the secretive man’s life.
“There is nothing wrong with being a virgin!” Alfred shouted back in retaliation, irritated that his cheeks were still red from his ongoing mortification. Why did Kirkland have to be such a jerk about this? Granted he had teased him earlier for liking embroidery, but this was completely different! He crossed his arms and puffed out his chest, trying to maintain as much of his pride as he could at this point. “I just never had time to do it, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t convince anybody I wanted to sleep with me.” Flustered and trying to appear more in control of the situation, he flashed the pirate captain a glare. “I bet I could even convince you.”
The knowledge that Arthur had started out as a federation member was more surprising than the jab at his intelligence. Than again, given his military and leadership skills, perhaps he was an idiot for not figuring it out earlier. “It was the best option at the time, if you can believe it.” He said with a slight shrug before glancing back at the pirate. “Where were you stationed?” He asked, curious in spite of himself. Although it was unlikely that the other man ever made it to pits of T’Mani where he grew up, he was interested nonetheless.
Alfred was already gathering materials when the captain gave his approval to go ahead and start building. He snickered under his breath when he realized Arthur hadn’t the faintest idea of how to make sense of his design. Oh well, he knew how it worked and it should be easy enough to keep up. “Whatever you say captain. Just try not to break anything.” He replied, pressing a button on the main computer to fill the small room with the sound of rock music for a bit of background noise. Humming along with the unfamiliar tune, Alfred slid his goggles over his eyes and set about cutting and resizing hallow lengths of steel.
Although he usually could allow himself to get lost in the project before him, he felt obliged to keep up some conversation with Kirkland, seeing as he couldn’t exactly move. “You were in the federation, so how come you changed over to piracy?” He asked as the compared the newly cut metal poles to the wooden prosthetic. Arthur Kirkland was famous for his deeds as the captain of The Dramatic Exit, but he could not recall ever hearing about him as a military man. Although he would never admit it, the engineer was horribly curious to hear about the secretive man’s life.
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"If being a virgin is so perfect, then why are you bright red and asking me to take it from you?" Arthur snorted. After all, Alfred had challenged the other man to see if Alfred could seduce him. Arthur had some serious doubts, and voiced them, "Sleep with you? Don't be silly. You couldn't seduce a prostitute if you tried." Arthur laughed at Alfred. He wasn't sure why it was so amusing to tease the engineer. Perhaps it made him forget that he had lost a leg and hurt his pride.
Arthur noted that the other man seemed surprised about his military origins. "To keep it simple, the tri-planet sector of Albion," Arthur replied. It had been Arthur's home, to be precise. While collectively referred to as Albion, there were three small planets that orbited close together. Arthur hailed from the wealthiest one, Anglia. Despite not having returned since he left his post in the military, Arthur still felt a connection with his home planet. Perhaps it was a result of his schooling, perhaps Arthur just needed a place to call home, besides a transient ship in the middle of space.
Arthur rolled his eyes. He knew Alfred was judging him for his lack of technical skills, but Arthur was not about to pick a fight when the other man was fixing his prosthetic leg. So the pirate decided that proving the other man wrong would just have to wait until his leg was away from Alfred's sphere of influence. Arthur idly wondered if he would ever get a chance to show the engineer up. After all, Antonio seemed like a genius in engineering compared to Arthur, whereas Alfred... well, Alfred was a true prodigy.
"Nobody in the federation told you that story?" Arthur seemed surprised. "Well, I suppose I could tell you. I'm the youngest child of my family, so I had no choice but to make a living in the military. Well, it was either that or being a missionary," Arthur snorted, "Nevertheless, my education was directed towards a military career, so I was able to join up as soon as I finished secondary school. I was eighteen. I spent a year in training on my home planet before I was set to go to Umbra as an officer. On the way, our ship was attacked by pirates. The federation were incompetent fools who were easily overtaken. Those who survived were offered a choice, join the pirates, or die with the others. In my opinion, there was not much of a choice. So, I joined up with the pirates, and a year later, the captain got a lovely hole in his head, and so I stepped into his boots, and here we are today." Arthur left out certain details of his life, but he wasn't sure he wanted Alfred to know absolutely everything about him. Frankly, Arthur wasn't sure why he even told Alfred that story.
Arthur noted that the other man seemed surprised about his military origins. "To keep it simple, the tri-planet sector of Albion," Arthur replied. It had been Arthur's home, to be precise. While collectively referred to as Albion, there were three small planets that orbited close together. Arthur hailed from the wealthiest one, Anglia. Despite not having returned since he left his post in the military, Arthur still felt a connection with his home planet. Perhaps it was a result of his schooling, perhaps Arthur just needed a place to call home, besides a transient ship in the middle of space.
Arthur rolled his eyes. He knew Alfred was judging him for his lack of technical skills, but Arthur was not about to pick a fight when the other man was fixing his prosthetic leg. So the pirate decided that proving the other man wrong would just have to wait until his leg was away from Alfred's sphere of influence. Arthur idly wondered if he would ever get a chance to show the engineer up. After all, Antonio seemed like a genius in engineering compared to Arthur, whereas Alfred... well, Alfred was a true prodigy.
"Nobody in the federation told you that story?" Arthur seemed surprised. "Well, I suppose I could tell you. I'm the youngest child of my family, so I had no choice but to make a living in the military. Well, it was either that or being a missionary," Arthur snorted, "Nevertheless, my education was directed towards a military career, so I was able to join up as soon as I finished secondary school. I was eighteen. I spent a year in training on my home planet before I was set to go to Umbra as an officer. On the way, our ship was attacked by pirates. The federation were incompetent fools who were easily overtaken. Those who survived were offered a choice, join the pirates, or die with the others. In my opinion, there was not much of a choice. So, I joined up with the pirates, and a year later, the captain got a lovely hole in his head, and so I stepped into his boots, and here we are today." Arthur left out certain details of his life, but he wasn't sure he wanted Alfred to know absolutely everything about him. Frankly, Arthur wasn't sure why he even told Alfred that story.
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“I never wanted… It’s not that it… gah!” Alfred was beyond flustered at this point. With every teasing accusation or snide remark, his blush grew until it had traveled up to color his ears with red. The rumors about Kirkland were true - he was absolutely merciless. The engineer stared down at his feet, trying desperately to find a way to regain control over the situation, but his growing embarrassment made it difficult. Than, a sudden spark of genius struck him. “I wouldn’t want to lose it to you anyway. I’d much rather have someone who is actually good in bed. Like…” He tilted his head to the side, trying to fight back the smirk that was threatening to tug at his lips. “Francis. He at least knows what he’s doing.”
Alfred whistled playfully when he heard the name of the pirate captain’s former station. “Wow, fancy,” He half teased. Although to be completely honest, that was a nice gig to have had. He had never been to any of the Albion planets himself, but he knew of them from his federation training. They were collectively fairly wealthy and safe, unlike the grimy planet he had been raised on. Lucky bastard.
The engineer continued to hum lightly as he worked. He set aside the steal poles for later and went about constructing the device that would work in place of Arthur’s knee. As the captain began his tale, Alfred shaped hinges, locked in bolts, and welded the metal together with practiced skill. This may be the first prosthetic that he had ever constructed, but his ingenuity when it came to technology was virtually limitless when he put his mind to it. He listened carefully to the captain, testing and modifying the metal joint until he was satisfied.
“It’s not surprising that the federation never relayed that story to anyone. Any mistake or loss is covered up and left to be forgotten,” Alfred responded, turning his attention back to the steel rods. “I see why you joined on initially, but what made you stay after the captain died? You could have escaped then and gone back to your family.” From the brief mention of them earlier, Alfred assumed that they were still alive, which brought about another question as to why he hadn’t gone back to them. If he had any family or home to return to, he would have done so in a heartbeat. “Still, I never would have guessed you were once a federation member from the way you bitch about them. Funny how life works out sometimes.”
Alfred stood up the half completed prosthetic, blue eyes flickering over the device to check for any obvious flaws. So far so good, but the real test came when Arthur tried to walk with it. He placed it back on the small table and reached for another steel pole. “I wanted to join so badly that when I was seven years old, I went up to the recruiting booth and asked for a position right there on the spot. I got in so much trouble for that later,” He said, laughing lightly to himself. How eager he had been as a child - not knowing at the time what the mark on the back of his neck had meant for his future. It wasn’t until much later that he realized that freedom had never been his.
Alfred whistled playfully when he heard the name of the pirate captain’s former station. “Wow, fancy,” He half teased. Although to be completely honest, that was a nice gig to have had. He had never been to any of the Albion planets himself, but he knew of them from his federation training. They were collectively fairly wealthy and safe, unlike the grimy planet he had been raised on. Lucky bastard.
The engineer continued to hum lightly as he worked. He set aside the steal poles for later and went about constructing the device that would work in place of Arthur’s knee. As the captain began his tale, Alfred shaped hinges, locked in bolts, and welded the metal together with practiced skill. This may be the first prosthetic that he had ever constructed, but his ingenuity when it came to technology was virtually limitless when he put his mind to it. He listened carefully to the captain, testing and modifying the metal joint until he was satisfied.
“It’s not surprising that the federation never relayed that story to anyone. Any mistake or loss is covered up and left to be forgotten,” Alfred responded, turning his attention back to the steel rods. “I see why you joined on initially, but what made you stay after the captain died? You could have escaped then and gone back to your family.” From the brief mention of them earlier, Alfred assumed that they were still alive, which brought about another question as to why he hadn’t gone back to them. If he had any family or home to return to, he would have done so in a heartbeat. “Still, I never would have guessed you were once a federation member from the way you bitch about them. Funny how life works out sometimes.”
Alfred stood up the half completed prosthetic, blue eyes flickering over the device to check for any obvious flaws. So far so good, but the real test came when Arthur tried to walk with it. He placed it back on the small table and reached for another steel pole. “I wanted to join so badly that when I was seven years old, I went up to the recruiting booth and asked for a position right there on the spot. I got in so much trouble for that later,” He said, laughing lightly to himself. How eager he had been as a child - not knowing at the time what the mark on the back of his neck had meant for his future. It wasn’t until much later that he realized that freedom had never been his.
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"Francis? He's a selfish prick if I've ever seen one. He's all show so he can make up for his lack of talent. Besides, why would you ever want to sleep with a frog?" Arthur wrinkled his nose in disgust. So perhaps Arthur had slept with Francis... more than a few times. Well, most if not all of said occurrences were when Arthur was drunk, so that did explain some things. However, Arthur was not about to mention his past bedmates. Though he had to admit that seeing the other man so blushing and flustered was quite amusing.
"I grew up there, so it makes perfect sense," Arthur replied. "What little time I spent in the federation was spent training there. So it's as close to being stationed somewhere as I can get." He shrugged. It had been a long while since his memories of the federation had been dredged up. It was utterly bizarre to consider what might've happened if he had stayed with the federation. He would have been a lawman, and perhaps even satisfied with his job, and completely oblivious to the seedy underside of things. Perhaps he would have been happy. Perhaps he wouldn't have.
Arthur tried to keep up with Alfred's tinkering with the prosthetic, but it seemed like nonsense to him. The other man was banging around metal with a skill Arthur really hadn't observed so closely before. Why would he? The other engineers all seemed so barbaric in their handling of the metal. Whereas Alfred, well, Alfred seemed like he was playing an intricate instrument that he had known for decades. It was admittedly engrossing, even if Arthur couldn't comprehend it fully. Then again, Arthur's eyes kept wandering to Alfred's muscles, tracing the other man's form with his eyes.
"I would think they'd turn it into libelous propaganda against a 'coward'. Certainly people know that joining the federation is a foolhardy and dangerous job that most often leads to an early death," Arthur sighed and shook his head. His expression tightened into an almost frown when Alfred mentioned his family. "Go back to them and then what? I'd still have been a pirate and an outlaw. Not to mention a freeloader. I'd have no job and no social standing. Simply put, I died with the rest of the crew when we were attacked by pirates," Arthur muttered with a dark expression. He hated talking about his family, it was a touchy subject for the pirate.
"Why would you ever be so eager as to join the federation? I had little choice in the matter... Well, since I have told you my story, it's only fair that you owe me yours," Arthur responded. He had to admit a certain curiosity when it came to the other man. After all, Alfred seemed so... incomprehensible at times.
"I grew up there, so it makes perfect sense," Arthur replied. "What little time I spent in the federation was spent training there. So it's as close to being stationed somewhere as I can get." He shrugged. It had been a long while since his memories of the federation had been dredged up. It was utterly bizarre to consider what might've happened if he had stayed with the federation. He would have been a lawman, and perhaps even satisfied with his job, and completely oblivious to the seedy underside of things. Perhaps he would have been happy. Perhaps he wouldn't have.
Arthur tried to keep up with Alfred's tinkering with the prosthetic, but it seemed like nonsense to him. The other man was banging around metal with a skill Arthur really hadn't observed so closely before. Why would he? The other engineers all seemed so barbaric in their handling of the metal. Whereas Alfred, well, Alfred seemed like he was playing an intricate instrument that he had known for decades. It was admittedly engrossing, even if Arthur couldn't comprehend it fully. Then again, Arthur's eyes kept wandering to Alfred's muscles, tracing the other man's form with his eyes.
"I would think they'd turn it into libelous propaganda against a 'coward'. Certainly people know that joining the federation is a foolhardy and dangerous job that most often leads to an early death," Arthur sighed and shook his head. His expression tightened into an almost frown when Alfred mentioned his family. "Go back to them and then what? I'd still have been a pirate and an outlaw. Not to mention a freeloader. I'd have no job and no social standing. Simply put, I died with the rest of the crew when we were attacked by pirates," Arthur muttered with a dark expression. He hated talking about his family, it was a touchy subject for the pirate.
"Why would you ever be so eager as to join the federation? I had little choice in the matter... Well, since I have told you my story, it's only fair that you owe me yours," Arthur responded. He had to admit a certain curiosity when it came to the other man. After all, Alfred seemed so... incomprehensible at times.
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Alfred pouted in disappointed when the medic’s name did not promote the desired effect. He had hoped the Kirkland’s deep-seated rivalry with the flamboyant man would distract him long enough for them to move away from this topic and save him from suffering future embarrassment. “I don’t actually want to sleep with Francis!” He said, throwing up his arms in exasperation. “I’m a virgin okay? Yes, it’s hilarious, now stop making fun of me!” Alfred grumbled angrily to himself, face still bright red from mortification. Why did Arthur have to be such a jerk?
The engineer continued his work as Arthur spoke, nodding along to show that he was paying attention. “It must have been nice to have grown up there. I’ve heard it’s lovely.” Or at least not slowly rotting from the inside out like many of the planets he had seen during his lifetime. Not that he was bitter or anything. Those were simply the cards life had dealt and it was his job to make due with them as best as he could.
Alfred attached the thinner pole against the back of the initial one, curving the metal just right in order to create the proper balance. He grinned happily and wiped some sweat from his brow as he stared down at his work with pride. Although he was nowhere near finished, already he could see what the final product would be. Fuck Kirkland if he wasn’t going to want to bow down at his awesome technically superiority, because this was going to be one hell of a prosthetic once he was done.
“People know. In the last few years, the federation has been getting grief for losing so many young men and women. And the corruption scandals aren’t making it easier.” Alfred didn’t have to look up to pick up on the sudden change in atmosphere. Arthur’s family was obviously not a topic meant to be discussed. And although Alfred desperately wanted to question the pirate captain more, he thought it unfair to press him for potentially painful details. “Ah well… I guess that’s true…” He agreed awkwardly, doing his best to skirt around his curiosity for the other man’s sake.
Alfred froze when the captain directed the conversation towards his own life. “I guess it would be fair…” He agreed, slowly placing the half completed leg back down on the table. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking for a long moment of how to say this without giving away too much of his personal life. “Uh well. When I was growing up, I worked in a mechanic shop in the Telum galaxy. There wasn’t much of a base on T'Mani, but federation ships landed to fuel up and make repairs all the time. I guess I just got it into my head that one day, I wanted to be one of them. There was something about the idea of traveling around and helping wherever there was need for it that appealed to me. It was…” He paused for a moment, unconsciously reaching up to press his fingertips against the place where his tattoo was. “Freedom.”
There was a moment of prolonged silence before the engineer forced himself back to reality. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his tools once more. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter now. Besides, you’re probably going to laugh at me anyway,” He muttered bitterly, shoving his goggles over his face, half to work and half to hide from the mocking laughter that was sure to follow.
The engineer continued his work as Arthur spoke, nodding along to show that he was paying attention. “It must have been nice to have grown up there. I’ve heard it’s lovely.” Or at least not slowly rotting from the inside out like many of the planets he had seen during his lifetime. Not that he was bitter or anything. Those were simply the cards life had dealt and it was his job to make due with them as best as he could.
Alfred attached the thinner pole against the back of the initial one, curving the metal just right in order to create the proper balance. He grinned happily and wiped some sweat from his brow as he stared down at his work with pride. Although he was nowhere near finished, already he could see what the final product would be. Fuck Kirkland if he wasn’t going to want to bow down at his awesome technically superiority, because this was going to be one hell of a prosthetic once he was done.
“People know. In the last few years, the federation has been getting grief for losing so many young men and women. And the corruption scandals aren’t making it easier.” Alfred didn’t have to look up to pick up on the sudden change in atmosphere. Arthur’s family was obviously not a topic meant to be discussed. And although Alfred desperately wanted to question the pirate captain more, he thought it unfair to press him for potentially painful details. “Ah well… I guess that’s true…” He agreed awkwardly, doing his best to skirt around his curiosity for the other man’s sake.
Alfred froze when the captain directed the conversation towards his own life. “I guess it would be fair…” He agreed, slowly placing the half completed leg back down on the table. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking for a long moment of how to say this without giving away too much of his personal life. “Uh well. When I was growing up, I worked in a mechanic shop in the Telum galaxy. There wasn’t much of a base on T'Mani, but federation ships landed to fuel up and make repairs all the time. I guess I just got it into my head that one day, I wanted to be one of them. There was something about the idea of traveling around and helping wherever there was need for it that appealed to me. It was…” He paused for a moment, unconsciously reaching up to press his fingertips against the place where his tattoo was. “Freedom.”
There was a moment of prolonged silence before the engineer forced himself back to reality. He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his tools once more. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter now. Besides, you’re probably going to laugh at me anyway,” He muttered bitterly, shoving his goggles over his face, half to work and half to hide from the mocking laughter that was sure to follow.
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Well now that Alfred had just gone and admitted it, making fun of him was certainly less fun. However, it was not fun enough to stop Arthur from teasing the other man. It was certainly making up for the other's comments on Arthur's incompetence with technology. "Well, thank heavens for small favors. It's a wonder that creep can get anyone into his bed," Arthur sighed and shook his head. "So then, Mr. Virgin, is there anyone you would like to sleep with?" Arthur said with a smug smirk plastered on his face.
"Albion? It has it's good and bad parts. I mostly resided on Anglia, though it's not as if I did not visit Elba or Erinn. It was lovely there, but well, my family is there and one of the good things about being an outlaw is certainly avoiding them," Arthur grumbled. Arthur was not heartless, a part of him still cared for his family. But, he wasn't sure how else to handle his estrangement from his family. His last memories of them were tainted by his teenage angst, as well as his itching to leave home and make his way in the world. Arthur didn't want to think about it anymore.
The pirate counted himself lucky that Alfred seemed to focused on his work. After all, the other man needed to make a good prosthetic for Arthur. However, a good portion of the reason was that so Arthur could check out the other without catching Alfred's attention. Arthur would never admit the latter reason, even if it was painfully obvious to any passerby.
"The Federation is a corrupt ball of prats who don't give a shit about how many people they lose. They just want control of everything. I believe the saying is 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely'. To me, they're almost as bad as the Reavers. At least the Reavers don't pretend to be decent human beings out to protect people. What only matters to the Federation leaders is maintaing power, and gathering as much wealth as possible. Disgusting," Arthur frowned. While his distaste for the Federation had not been the reason he became a pirate, it had grown as the years progressed. It gave him a reason to continue, even if he wasn't leading a rebellion or any noble cause, Arthur had serious doubts about those being able to make change.
Arthur quietly listened to Alfred, glancing up when Alfred absentmindedly pressed his fingertips to something on his neck. Arthur sensed it was important, but couldn't find the words to ask. He idly wondered if it was a forbidden topic for Alfred. "Freedom, hm? The Federation never did strike me as freedom. I was channeled into it like many of the other boys and girls who weren't the heirs. But, it did offer me a chance to get away from life on Anglia, so that was something, I supposed," Arthur responded, not bothering to make fun of Alfred. He could sense the atmosphere, after all. "Oddly enough, being a pirate is the freest I've ever been. But it's not even close to what one would think of as true freedom," he closed his eyes and mumbled softly.
"Laugh at you? Whatever for? Working hard and aiming for your goals. There's nothing laughable in that. You did get into the Federation after all," Arthur responded. He was almost insulted by Alfred's opinion of him, then again, the pirate reminded himself that he hadn't exactly been nice to the other man.
"Albion? It has it's good and bad parts. I mostly resided on Anglia, though it's not as if I did not visit Elba or Erinn. It was lovely there, but well, my family is there and one of the good things about being an outlaw is certainly avoiding them," Arthur grumbled. Arthur was not heartless, a part of him still cared for his family. But, he wasn't sure how else to handle his estrangement from his family. His last memories of them were tainted by his teenage angst, as well as his itching to leave home and make his way in the world. Arthur didn't want to think about it anymore.
The pirate counted himself lucky that Alfred seemed to focused on his work. After all, the other man needed to make a good prosthetic for Arthur. However, a good portion of the reason was that so Arthur could check out the other without catching Alfred's attention. Arthur would never admit the latter reason, even if it was painfully obvious to any passerby.
"The Federation is a corrupt ball of prats who don't give a shit about how many people they lose. They just want control of everything. I believe the saying is 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely'. To me, they're almost as bad as the Reavers. At least the Reavers don't pretend to be decent human beings out to protect people. What only matters to the Federation leaders is maintaing power, and gathering as much wealth as possible. Disgusting," Arthur frowned. While his distaste for the Federation had not been the reason he became a pirate, it had grown as the years progressed. It gave him a reason to continue, even if he wasn't leading a rebellion or any noble cause, Arthur had serious doubts about those being able to make change.
Arthur quietly listened to Alfred, glancing up when Alfred absentmindedly pressed his fingertips to something on his neck. Arthur sensed it was important, but couldn't find the words to ask. He idly wondered if it was a forbidden topic for Alfred. "Freedom, hm? The Federation never did strike me as freedom. I was channeled into it like many of the other boys and girls who weren't the heirs. But, it did offer me a chance to get away from life on Anglia, so that was something, I supposed," Arthur responded, not bothering to make fun of Alfred. He could sense the atmosphere, after all. "Oddly enough, being a pirate is the freest I've ever been. But it's not even close to what one would think of as true freedom," he closed his eyes and mumbled softly.
"Laugh at you? Whatever for? Working hard and aiming for your goals. There's nothing laughable in that. You did get into the Federation after all," Arthur responded. He was almost insulted by Alfred's opinion of him, then again, the pirate reminded himself that he hadn't exactly been nice to the other man.
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Why couldn’t the bastard just let it go? So what if he had teased him about liking embroidery or being completely inept when it came to technology. At least he would stop before the other man became murderous! (Most of the time anyway…) “I don’t know! Maybe somebody isn’t such a jerk to me!” He replied, frustrated and just wanting to be left alone at this point. The next chance he got, he was going to get so wasted and fuck the first person who was willing just to get Kirkland off his back. It wasn’t like he was saving himself for anybody special anyway.
Alfred didn’t know how to respond. Despite Arthur listing estrangement towards his family as a benefit of piracy, the engineer could not bring himself to believe him. He may be known as a heartless pirate captain, but there must be some part of him that misses the familiarity of home and family. Jealously welled up within his chest when he thought of the family he never had and there sat Arthur, purposefully distancing himself from his own. “At least you have a family,” He whispered under his breath, never once looking away from the project before him.
The main component for the prosthetic leg had been completed, leaving only the smaller scale tinkering in order to perfect it. Alfred slipped the appropriate tools out of his belt and bent down in order to see better. The joint was the most complex structure along with being the most necessarily for mobility, so the engineer focused the majority of his attention on that. With a delicate hand and precise movements that were unlike Alfred’s usual mannerisms, he tweaked and adjusted, pausing every once in a while to test functionality. So far so good.
“There are some good ones out there,” Alfred pressed, hating to think that his childhood heroes had all been nothing more then a bunch of greedy liars. “I know there are. When I was in training, there were many officers who were there for the right reasons. The only problem is that anybody who is too idealistic or unconcerned with profits never stays around for long…” He may have been eager to join up with the Federation, but he was not blind to the corruption within it’s ranks. It had been a foolish dream of his to start up the movement that would set the corporation back on track. If only it had been possible.
Instead of automatically scoffing at his story, the pirate captain seemed genuinely interested and gave an honest opinion without the usual touch of sarcasm. “It took me sometime to realize that the Federation wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. But for a little kid without much else to aspire to, it seemed like the best path.” Alfred paused, allowing himself to soak in the information the other man had just relayed. A small smile tugged at his lips, although he tried not to show it. “I guess I can’t very easily condemn you for becoming a pirate if it set you free then. It is a rather unusual route to have taken though.”
The engineer glanced over at the other man, confused and a little bit too pleased by his words. Nobody had ever come close to acknowledging his hard work before and the fact that the pirate had acted as if it was only natural sent tiny shivers of pride through him. “Thanks…” He said lightly, turning to look away as a pleased blush colored his cheeks once more. He stood there awkwardly, searching for something to say in return.
“Um so, it shouldn’t take too much longer to finish this but ah…” For some reason, the idea of finishing and allowing Arthur to leave him alone again was not as appealing as it had been before. No, it wouldn’t be fair to stall. He was a hero, not some creep who only acted for his own benefit. “If you want, I could… take a break and call up some dinner… It’s getting kind of late.” Well, a small break wouldn’t be too much of a problem, would it? Besides, he really was hungry. This wasn’t just to keep Arthur around for longer. Really.
Alfred didn’t know how to respond. Despite Arthur listing estrangement towards his family as a benefit of piracy, the engineer could not bring himself to believe him. He may be known as a heartless pirate captain, but there must be some part of him that misses the familiarity of home and family. Jealously welled up within his chest when he thought of the family he never had and there sat Arthur, purposefully distancing himself from his own. “At least you have a family,” He whispered under his breath, never once looking away from the project before him.
The main component for the prosthetic leg had been completed, leaving only the smaller scale tinkering in order to perfect it. Alfred slipped the appropriate tools out of his belt and bent down in order to see better. The joint was the most complex structure along with being the most necessarily for mobility, so the engineer focused the majority of his attention on that. With a delicate hand and precise movements that were unlike Alfred’s usual mannerisms, he tweaked and adjusted, pausing every once in a while to test functionality. So far so good.
“There are some good ones out there,” Alfred pressed, hating to think that his childhood heroes had all been nothing more then a bunch of greedy liars. “I know there are. When I was in training, there were many officers who were there for the right reasons. The only problem is that anybody who is too idealistic or unconcerned with profits never stays around for long…” He may have been eager to join up with the Federation, but he was not blind to the corruption within it’s ranks. It had been a foolish dream of his to start up the movement that would set the corporation back on track. If only it had been possible.
Instead of automatically scoffing at his story, the pirate captain seemed genuinely interested and gave an honest opinion without the usual touch of sarcasm. “It took me sometime to realize that the Federation wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. But for a little kid without much else to aspire to, it seemed like the best path.” Alfred paused, allowing himself to soak in the information the other man had just relayed. A small smile tugged at his lips, although he tried not to show it. “I guess I can’t very easily condemn you for becoming a pirate if it set you free then. It is a rather unusual route to have taken though.”
The engineer glanced over at the other man, confused and a little bit too pleased by his words. Nobody had ever come close to acknowledging his hard work before and the fact that the pirate had acted as if it was only natural sent tiny shivers of pride through him. “Thanks…” He said lightly, turning to look away as a pleased blush colored his cheeks once more. He stood there awkwardly, searching for something to say in return.
“Um so, it shouldn’t take too much longer to finish this but ah…” For some reason, the idea of finishing and allowing Arthur to leave him alone again was not as appealing as it had been before. No, it wouldn’t be fair to stall. He was a hero, not some creep who only acted for his own benefit. “If you want, I could… take a break and call up some dinner… It’s getting kind of late.” Well, a small break wouldn’t be too much of a problem, would it? Besides, he really was hungry. This wasn’t just to keep Arthur around for longer. Really.
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"So I'm the jerk here? Typical," Arthur crossed his arms and scowled. "Need I remind you how we met? I wasn't the one who approached me at that bar, and neither was I the one to start that fight. I simply wanted a drink, but no, you had to insult me and challenge me. Not to mention, I did not pursue you after that, and you went so far as to damage /my/ ship. Why would I have reason to pamper and show gentility to you when you never offered me the same?" Arthur was just a bit bitter. Though he tried to push people away, most often he had the work done for him. He tried to deny it, but he was lonely. Normally he would have gotten up at this point, but he wasn't sure how far he could hop with one leg. So, Arthur chose to look away from Alfred.
"Had a family, Alfred. There's no going home. It would be suicide. I'd get caught, and then executed, plain and simple," Arthur replied. The pirate should have found comfort in the distance he felt between Alfred and himself, but he just wanted to go back to his room. He sighed softly. He wasn't sure how to address the subject of Alfred's family, or rather lack thereof. So Arthur's gaze returned down to his own hands.
Yet ever curious, Arthur could not help but return his gaze to Alfred and his work on the prosthetic. The pirate was surprised to see the amount of care and delicacy that the other man was putting into the project. With all of Alfred's animosity directed towards him, Arthur wasn't sure at all why the other man was even bothering to help him.
"Even if there are good ones, they aren't doing much to stop this. How could they? In the end, all they're doing is supporting that corrupt system. Rather futile, don't you think?" Arthur said. "Of course they don't. They're liabilities to the Federation. There's no shortage of suicidal missions to send the idiots on. They think they're going off to actually help some people, but instead they're simply sent to the slaughter."
"I suppose in school I had never been taught about the corruption. I even managed to miss it during training. But with the pirates... Well, they opened my eyes. In a way, it was an exchange. I lost my life of privilege, and gained the ability to see the Federation for what it is. I'm still not sure if it was a good decision, but there's no taking it back, so I have to make do with the cards I have," Arthur shrugged. "After all, it wasn't as though I became a pirate to murder and pillage. It's simply a manner of survival for people forced into the edges of society. However, I will never ever stoop as low as the Reavers have."
Arthur was surprised by how embarrassed the other got. He was simply acknowledging that Alfred had worked hard towards his goals, that wasn't much, was it? Arthur wasn't sure what else to say, guessing that the wrong words would just set Alfred off. Since Alfred still had his leg, Arthur was not inclined to make the other man despise him even more.
When Alfred brought up food, Arthur was reminded of his own hunger. The pirate never had been good at dealing with his hunger. Usually he'd get so wrapped up in his duties that he would forget to eat. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Arthur was so lean. "I suppose... I suppose that would be a good idea. Admittedly, I am rather famished," Arthur replied. He couldn't recall the last time he had ate. Perhaps it was the previous night? Arthur didn't know.
"Had a family, Alfred. There's no going home. It would be suicide. I'd get caught, and then executed, plain and simple," Arthur replied. The pirate should have found comfort in the distance he felt between Alfred and himself, but he just wanted to go back to his room. He sighed softly. He wasn't sure how to address the subject of Alfred's family, or rather lack thereof. So Arthur's gaze returned down to his own hands.
Yet ever curious, Arthur could not help but return his gaze to Alfred and his work on the prosthetic. The pirate was surprised to see the amount of care and delicacy that the other man was putting into the project. With all of Alfred's animosity directed towards him, Arthur wasn't sure at all why the other man was even bothering to help him.
"Even if there are good ones, they aren't doing much to stop this. How could they? In the end, all they're doing is supporting that corrupt system. Rather futile, don't you think?" Arthur said. "Of course they don't. They're liabilities to the Federation. There's no shortage of suicidal missions to send the idiots on. They think they're going off to actually help some people, but instead they're simply sent to the slaughter."
"I suppose in school I had never been taught about the corruption. I even managed to miss it during training. But with the pirates... Well, they opened my eyes. In a way, it was an exchange. I lost my life of privilege, and gained the ability to see the Federation for what it is. I'm still not sure if it was a good decision, but there's no taking it back, so I have to make do with the cards I have," Arthur shrugged. "After all, it wasn't as though I became a pirate to murder and pillage. It's simply a manner of survival for people forced into the edges of society. However, I will never ever stoop as low as the Reavers have."
Arthur was surprised by how embarrassed the other got. He was simply acknowledging that Alfred had worked hard towards his goals, that wasn't much, was it? Arthur wasn't sure what else to say, guessing that the wrong words would just set Alfred off. Since Alfred still had his leg, Arthur was not inclined to make the other man despise him even more.
When Alfred brought up food, Arthur was reminded of his own hunger. The pirate never had been good at dealing with his hunger. Usually he'd get so wrapped up in his duties that he would forget to eat. Perhaps that was one of the reasons Arthur was so lean. "I suppose... I suppose that would be a good idea. Admittedly, I am rather famished," Arthur replied. He couldn't recall the last time he had ate. Perhaps it was the previous night? Arthur didn't know.
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Anger began to build as the captain's teasing changed into harsh accusations. “Right, how could I have forgotten that everything is my fault?” Alfred replied bitterly, gripping the tool in his hand with greater force then necessary. “I forced you into keeping me locked up so I could spend the rest of my life repairing this goddamn ship. Apparently that’s the only thing I am good for. The only thing I will be sure not to fuck up. Being a fucking slave!” The metal tool bit into his palm, creating a shallow line of cuts before he realized he was pressing too hard. He swore under his breath and dropped it back on the table to cradle his hand.
Alfred refused to look the pirate captain in the eye when he explained his situation. As valid as his point may have been, that did not justify acting as if his family no longer existed. If he had to guess, they probably mourned their lost son everyday that passed and he couldn’t even grant them the courtesy of sparing a kind thought to them. Instead of voicing his opinions however, the engineer chose to keep quiet least he inspire more hatred from the older man.
The prosthetic lay before him, half completed and still in need of work, but he no longer felt up to finishing. Anger was draining to him and although he still intended to finish, he was no longer sure if his actions would do any good. Arthur despised him, that much was obvious. Even if his device did enable the captain to walk, there was no guarantee that this would change anything between them. They would never truly see eye to eye. And for some reason, this was more upsetting to Alfred than it should have been.
“I was one of those idiots,” He said, carefully turning over the leg for lack of any real motivation to do much else. “They sent me to Whitechapel to wait for a ship that was never going to come. And even if it had, I doubt the training they gave me would have done any good in subduing the men I was supposed to take into custody. If I hadn’t run into you, I probably would have been dead by now.” As strange as that statement was, it was most likely accurate. The Federation was not fond of his inability to follow simple directions or his strong sense of morality and justice. It made sense that they would have wanted him out of the way for good.
Arthur’s explanation of how he had come to enlightenment was oddly familiar. Alfred bit down on his bottom lip and looked over at the pirate, thinking about how he had come to a similar realization some time after he had been brought onboard. “I was wrong before,” Alfred said, more cautiously this time. “You aren’t the villain in this story. Antihero maybe, but you’re just trying to survive as best you can. So… sorry for before. It wasn’t exactly fair of me to judge your actions without understanding your motives first.”
Alfred tried not to look too pleased when the captain agreed to stick around for dinner. Looking away, he quickly opened up a communication link to the kitchens of the ship, ording a couple plates to be sent up from the angry Italian cook. “They’ll be here in a few minutes…” He said, unsure of where to look or how to act now. The air was awkward and tense from their previous argument, so Alfred decided it would be best to sit on the floor and look anywhere but at the captain. How was it that every time the two spoke, they ended up like this? Alfred hated the silence, but could not bring himself to end it. Who knew if he was going to fuck everything up again.
Alfred refused to look the pirate captain in the eye when he explained his situation. As valid as his point may have been, that did not justify acting as if his family no longer existed. If he had to guess, they probably mourned their lost son everyday that passed and he couldn’t even grant them the courtesy of sparing a kind thought to them. Instead of voicing his opinions however, the engineer chose to keep quiet least he inspire more hatred from the older man.
The prosthetic lay before him, half completed and still in need of work, but he no longer felt up to finishing. Anger was draining to him and although he still intended to finish, he was no longer sure if his actions would do any good. Arthur despised him, that much was obvious. Even if his device did enable the captain to walk, there was no guarantee that this would change anything between them. They would never truly see eye to eye. And for some reason, this was more upsetting to Alfred than it should have been.
“I was one of those idiots,” He said, carefully turning over the leg for lack of any real motivation to do much else. “They sent me to Whitechapel to wait for a ship that was never going to come. And even if it had, I doubt the training they gave me would have done any good in subduing the men I was supposed to take into custody. If I hadn’t run into you, I probably would have been dead by now.” As strange as that statement was, it was most likely accurate. The Federation was not fond of his inability to follow simple directions or his strong sense of morality and justice. It made sense that they would have wanted him out of the way for good.
Arthur’s explanation of how he had come to enlightenment was oddly familiar. Alfred bit down on his bottom lip and looked over at the pirate, thinking about how he had come to a similar realization some time after he had been brought onboard. “I was wrong before,” Alfred said, more cautiously this time. “You aren’t the villain in this story. Antihero maybe, but you’re just trying to survive as best you can. So… sorry for before. It wasn’t exactly fair of me to judge your actions without understanding your motives first.”
Alfred tried not to look too pleased when the captain agreed to stick around for dinner. Looking away, he quickly opened up a communication link to the kitchens of the ship, ording a couple plates to be sent up from the angry Italian cook. “They’ll be here in a few minutes…” He said, unsure of where to look or how to act now. The air was awkward and tense from their previous argument, so Alfred decided it would be best to sit on the floor and look anywhere but at the captain. How was it that every time the two spoke, they ended up like this? Alfred hated the silence, but could not bring himself to end it. Who knew if he was going to fuck everything up again.
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Arthur was about to snarl right back at Alfred until he noticed the other man injuring himself. The pirate managed to get to his feet and hobble over to Alfred. "Christ, lad, are you okay?" Arthur asked. He wasn't sure where this sudden concern for Alfred came from, but he knew that this incident was partly his fault. Swallowing a bit of his pride, Arthur mumbled a soft apology, "I'm sorry. I went too far." While Arthur liked teasing others, he knew very well he had gotten to angry with Alfred. He hadn't meant to make the engineer this angry.
"They've probably excommunicated with me. I'm the family failure after all," Arthur laughed bitterly, adding a weak shrug. He hated admitting such a thing to Alfred, but Arthur felt pressure to explain himself further. Yet, Arthur felt like he was talking to a brick wall.
Arthur glanced at the half completed prosthetic. He idly wondered if it would get completed. Every word he said seemed to drive Alfred farther and farther away. People were confusing, Arthur reminded himself. But he wondered if he was partly at fault, perhaps he was so paranoid that he was searching for an intent to hurt him when there wasn't one at all. But, Arthur couldn't bring himself to work up the courage to ask Alfred. Instead, Arthur remained silent.
The thought of Alfred dying was more distressing than it should have been. Arthur didn't think he cared about the other man all that much. Despite their arguments and their fights, Alfred honestly had tried to reach out to him, and maybe Arthur was growing attached. Such a thought was quite alarming to Arthur, he simultaneously wanted to reach out to Alfred and shove him away. The pirate's words failed him, and he mumbled a quiet, "I see." He left a pause as he tried to gather enough words to ask a question. "Then why don't you hate them as much as I do?"
Arthur blinked at Alfred, surprised that the other had admitted that he was wrong. A slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I suppose I could do with antihero, Mr. Hero. I suppose you aren't nearly as pigheaded and stupid as I originally thought," Arthur tried to admit that he had misjudged Alfred as well. But... it was quite a challenge, and didn't seem to have come out quite right.
How long had it been since he last ate...? It had been too long Arthur supposed. His sudden rise to check on the other man had left him feeling dizzy and weak. His arms felt rather tingly, like thin pieces of ice were taunting his nerves. Arthur felt oddly full, like he was about to throw up. Perhaps he needed a breath of fresh air. Or maybe he just needed to sit down. Arthur turned to sit back down on his chair. The pirate collapsed. The next thing Arthur knew, he was on the floor. When had he fallen? What had happened? How long had he been unconscious. Perhaps only a few seconds, because Alfred had yet to do anything.
"They've probably excommunicated with me. I'm the family failure after all," Arthur laughed bitterly, adding a weak shrug. He hated admitting such a thing to Alfred, but Arthur felt pressure to explain himself further. Yet, Arthur felt like he was talking to a brick wall.
Arthur glanced at the half completed prosthetic. He idly wondered if it would get completed. Every word he said seemed to drive Alfred farther and farther away. People were confusing, Arthur reminded himself. But he wondered if he was partly at fault, perhaps he was so paranoid that he was searching for an intent to hurt him when there wasn't one at all. But, Arthur couldn't bring himself to work up the courage to ask Alfred. Instead, Arthur remained silent.
The thought of Alfred dying was more distressing than it should have been. Arthur didn't think he cared about the other man all that much. Despite their arguments and their fights, Alfred honestly had tried to reach out to him, and maybe Arthur was growing attached. Such a thought was quite alarming to Arthur, he simultaneously wanted to reach out to Alfred and shove him away. The pirate's words failed him, and he mumbled a quiet, "I see." He left a pause as he tried to gather enough words to ask a question. "Then why don't you hate them as much as I do?"
Arthur blinked at Alfred, surprised that the other had admitted that he was wrong. A slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I suppose I could do with antihero, Mr. Hero. I suppose you aren't nearly as pigheaded and stupid as I originally thought," Arthur tried to admit that he had misjudged Alfred as well. But... it was quite a challenge, and didn't seem to have come out quite right.
How long had it been since he last ate...? It had been too long Arthur supposed. His sudden rise to check on the other man had left him feeling dizzy and weak. His arms felt rather tingly, like thin pieces of ice were taunting his nerves. Arthur felt oddly full, like he was about to throw up. Perhaps he needed a breath of fresh air. Or maybe he just needed to sit down. Arthur turned to sit back down on his chair. The pirate collapsed. The next thing Arthur knew, he was on the floor. When had he fallen? What had happened? How long had he been unconscious. Perhaps only a few seconds, because Alfred had yet to do anything.
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Alfred tensed in anticipation for another round of snarling accusations thrown at him, but Kirkland seemed more focused with the cuts on his palm rather than retaliating. He was out of the chair in a second and had managed to hobble over to where the engineer was standing. “I’ll be okay.” He said, surprised that the pirate was worried at all. “It’s just a little cut. I should have been paying more attention, that’s all.” The apology threw the man completely, and it took a moment for him to even respond. “Thanks… but it was my fault too. Let’s just forget about it.” It was probably for the best that they did. The two men really didn’t need anymore animosity between them.
Now that his anger had died down, Alfred began to see the captain’s view towards his family differently. Perhaps this front of indifference was nothing more than to mask his grief. Being parted from your family without ever having the chance to explain why must have killed him inside. No wonder he was so unwilling to let anybody get close to him - he was probably afraid to lose more than he already had. “You kept yourself alive and distanced yourself from a corrupt organization. How is that failure? If anything, your family should be proud that you had to courage to do what you did.”
At Arthur’s question, the engineer just shrugged as he stared down at the prosthetic. “I don’t know. I guess because, despite everything, the Federation saved me. There was no point to my life and they offered me a way out.” Alfred’s blue eyes flickered up to meet the pirate captains pools of green. “I can’t hate the people who gave me a purpose, even if they were going to throw me away in the end.”
A smile of his own began to tug at Alfred’s lips when the tense atmosphere became comfortable once more. Their argument must have been worth something, for now neither of them were particularly hostile or upset anymore. Perhaps they had needed it. “I can deal with that,” Alfred said, happy to have been bumped up to the role of hero again. It seemed as if a silent agreement had been formed between the two. They probably would still never see eye to eye, but there was now they appeared to have come to an understanding. And for the moment, that would have to do.
Alfred was just about to break the silence when he caught sight of the other man’s face. Arthur had grown pale and his eyes distant, almost as if he were in pain. The engineer stood up out of concern and reached a hand out to offer his assistance when the pirate turned away. “Hey, are you…” Arthur began to fall before he could finish his question. “Arthur!” He shot forward and slid his arms around the man’s torso before he hit the ground. Panicked, he crouched down and carefully laid the pirate on the ground, slapping his cheek lightly in hopes of getting him to wake. When this did not immediately cause him to react, Alfred stood up and ran over to the computer in order to contact the ships medic. Although he had no idea why Kirkland had suddenly collapsed, he could guess he was not qualified to take care of him.
“Come on… come on…” He grumbled in irritation when the flirtatious man did not immediately answer. Of course, the one time he actually needed him, Francis was no where to be found! “Son of a…” He turned around to find the captain’s eyes open and his anger immediately faded away. “Arthur!” He dropped down beside him and placed a hand against his cheek. “Are you alright? Shit you just fell over and I didn’t know what to do! And I can’t get a hold of Francis and…” Alfred leaned forward, looking worriedly earnest. “Is there anything you need me to do?”
Now that his anger had died down, Alfred began to see the captain’s view towards his family differently. Perhaps this front of indifference was nothing more than to mask his grief. Being parted from your family without ever having the chance to explain why must have killed him inside. No wonder he was so unwilling to let anybody get close to him - he was probably afraid to lose more than he already had. “You kept yourself alive and distanced yourself from a corrupt organization. How is that failure? If anything, your family should be proud that you had to courage to do what you did.”
At Arthur’s question, the engineer just shrugged as he stared down at the prosthetic. “I don’t know. I guess because, despite everything, the Federation saved me. There was no point to my life and they offered me a way out.” Alfred’s blue eyes flickered up to meet the pirate captains pools of green. “I can’t hate the people who gave me a purpose, even if they were going to throw me away in the end.”
A smile of his own began to tug at Alfred’s lips when the tense atmosphere became comfortable once more. Their argument must have been worth something, for now neither of them were particularly hostile or upset anymore. Perhaps they had needed it. “I can deal with that,” Alfred said, happy to have been bumped up to the role of hero again. It seemed as if a silent agreement had been formed between the two. They probably would still never see eye to eye, but there was now they appeared to have come to an understanding. And for the moment, that would have to do.
Alfred was just about to break the silence when he caught sight of the other man’s face. Arthur had grown pale and his eyes distant, almost as if he were in pain. The engineer stood up out of concern and reached a hand out to offer his assistance when the pirate turned away. “Hey, are you…” Arthur began to fall before he could finish his question. “Arthur!” He shot forward and slid his arms around the man’s torso before he hit the ground. Panicked, he crouched down and carefully laid the pirate on the ground, slapping his cheek lightly in hopes of getting him to wake. When this did not immediately cause him to react, Alfred stood up and ran over to the computer in order to contact the ships medic. Although he had no idea why Kirkland had suddenly collapsed, he could guess he was not qualified to take care of him.
“Come on… come on…” He grumbled in irritation when the flirtatious man did not immediately answer. Of course, the one time he actually needed him, Francis was no where to be found! “Son of a…” He turned around to find the captain’s eyes open and his anger immediately faded away. “Arthur!” He dropped down beside him and placed a hand against his cheek. “Are you alright? Shit you just fell over and I didn’t know what to do! And I can’t get a hold of Francis and…” Alfred leaned forward, looking worriedly earnest. “Is there anything you need me to do?”
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Arthur was undoubtedly just as confused as Alfred. After all, he had suddenly fainted without quite realizing it until Alfred was hovering over him with a worried expression on his face. When a hand was placed on his cheek, Arthur instinctively leaned into it. How long had it been since he was so close to someone? How long had it been since someone was genuinely worried for the grumpy pirate? It was almost... comforting. Arthur would normally try to reject something like that, but he lacked the energy at that moment. The pirate was feeling weak and tired.
"I suppose I fainted," he stated. He wasn't sure about much else, let alone why he did pass out. He had already distressed Alfred enough, Arthur didn't want to ask about food to solve the gnawing hunger he felt. "Perhaps I stood up too quickly. You know how exhausting and stressful arguments can be," Arthur tried to explain. He almost wanted to take a nap, but was sure that would only scare Alfred more.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, I just need a bit of re-" Arthur was embarrassed to note that he had been cut off by a particularly loud stomach growl. He hoped Alfred would not take note of it, but it was impossible. Arthur hated himself for this moment of weakness. It was quite shameful, in his opinion. He decided that Francis' presence would only make it worse.
"Don't bother with the frog, he'll be of no use," Arthur tried to pretend that his stomach hadn't growled, that it wasn't still growling. "I know what he'd say 'Honhonhon, ze captain is weak and foolish~ He simply needs a good, French lover~' and then he'd wiggle his awful eyebrows. What a waste of time," Arthur rolled his eyes. He wanted to sit up or stand up, but the engineer was holding him close. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, Arthur thought for a moment.
"I suppose I fainted," he stated. He wasn't sure about much else, let alone why he did pass out. He had already distressed Alfred enough, Arthur didn't want to ask about food to solve the gnawing hunger he felt. "Perhaps I stood up too quickly. You know how exhausting and stressful arguments can be," Arthur tried to explain. He almost wanted to take a nap, but was sure that would only scare Alfred more.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, I just need a bit of re-" Arthur was embarrassed to note that he had been cut off by a particularly loud stomach growl. He hoped Alfred would not take note of it, but it was impossible. Arthur hated himself for this moment of weakness. It was quite shameful, in his opinion. He decided that Francis' presence would only make it worse.
"Don't bother with the frog, he'll be of no use," Arthur tried to pretend that his stomach hadn't growled, that it wasn't still growling. "I know what he'd say 'Honhonhon, ze captain is weak and foolish~ He simply needs a good, French lover~' and then he'd wiggle his awful eyebrows. What a waste of time," Arthur rolled his eyes. He wanted to sit up or stand up, but the engineer was holding him close. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, Arthur thought for a moment.
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Arthur’s explanation about his sudden fainting spell did not comfort the young engineer at all. People didn’t collapse like that after an argument, no matter how heated it had been at points. Alfred parted his lips to say so when the captain’s stomach gurgled hungrily. So that was it, the stubborn man hadn’t eaten! He huffed in irritation and slid his arms beneath Arthur’s back and leg, pulling him easily against his chest. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked, crossing the room with the pirate in his arms. It was no wonder the pirate was so slender, he probably didn’t eat unless somebody forced him too! Hell it was incredible he hadn’t passed out sooner.
Alfred carefully maneuvered the weakened man back into the chair, annoyed about the other’s inability to take care of himself. When he was sure that Arthur wasn’t going to fall over or anything, he went back over to his work area and rifled about, searching through the clutter for something. After a moment or two, he returned to the captain’s side and held out two cookies wrapped within a napkin. “Here, have these now and I’ll go see if I can get some food up here faster.” He did not give the other man a chance to refuse - instead pushing the napkin into his hand and stepped back towards the door.
The engineer was half way out the door before he realized that the captain was probably not going to sit around patiently while he went in search of dinner. Oh no, that would make everything far too easy. Alfred peeked around the door frame and gave Arthur a serious look. (As serious as the nineteen year-old could look when playing the role of mother-hen). “Don’t you even think about moving until I get back, you hear? I don’t want you falling or passing out or anything, so stay there!” He nodded once and began the short trek, only to run back again to add a quick “And eat the cookies!” before heading down to the kitchens for real.
Alfred carefully maneuvered the weakened man back into the chair, annoyed about the other’s inability to take care of himself. When he was sure that Arthur wasn’t going to fall over or anything, he went back over to his work area and rifled about, searching through the clutter for something. After a moment or two, he returned to the captain’s side and held out two cookies wrapped within a napkin. “Here, have these now and I’ll go see if I can get some food up here faster.” He did not give the other man a chance to refuse - instead pushing the napkin into his hand and stepped back towards the door.
The engineer was half way out the door before he realized that the captain was probably not going to sit around patiently while he went in search of dinner. Oh no, that would make everything far too easy. Alfred peeked around the door frame and gave Arthur a serious look. (As serious as the nineteen year-old could look when playing the role of mother-hen). “Don’t you even think about moving until I get back, you hear? I don’t want you falling or passing out or anything, so stay there!” He nodded once and began the short trek, only to run back again to add a quick “And eat the cookies!” before heading down to the kitchens for real.
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Arthur was pulled close to Alfred's chest. It was warm and almost comforting. He almost didn't want to leave the other man's embrace. But, the pirate hadn't failed to notice the other's annoyance with him. Eating was a bit of a bother, so Arthur often forgot to. He had other things on his mind, and so eating seemed to sink to the bottom of his priorities. Arthur coughed nervously and answered, "Yesterday evening, perhaps?" He should have lied, Arthur thought. But, somehow all of Alfred's worry made Arthur feel pressured to tell the truth.
Arthur was placed back into the chair, feeling embarrassed by how Alfred was fussing over him. Nobody outside of Arthur's family had given even a thought to how Arthur took care of himself. The pirate stared blankly at the cookies, not finding them appetizing in the least. He offered a smile that seemed more like a grimace. He just had to wait until Alfred was out the door and then the cookies would go into the trash. Simple.
Arthur sighed and nodded, rolling his eyes. He didn't feel much like getting up, but he'd have to find a creative way of dealing with the cookies. They were too sweet for Arthur's tastes, and probably going to be stale. Arthur stubbornly ignored the reminder to eat the cookies. He took a bite of one, grimaced and then unhesitatingly dumped them in the trash, taking care to cover them with a paper.
Arthur glanced to the side, frowning slightly and hoping Alfred would return soon. He was hungry, and those cookies had not been to his liking. "Stupid cookies... Stupid stomach... Stupid Alfred," Arthur muttered under his breath. He leaned on a nearby table, putting his head down for a moment. If only the hunger would let him take a nap...
Arthur was placed back into the chair, feeling embarrassed by how Alfred was fussing over him. Nobody outside of Arthur's family had given even a thought to how Arthur took care of himself. The pirate stared blankly at the cookies, not finding them appetizing in the least. He offered a smile that seemed more like a grimace. He just had to wait until Alfred was out the door and then the cookies would go into the trash. Simple.
Arthur sighed and nodded, rolling his eyes. He didn't feel much like getting up, but he'd have to find a creative way of dealing with the cookies. They were too sweet for Arthur's tastes, and probably going to be stale. Arthur stubbornly ignored the reminder to eat the cookies. He took a bite of one, grimaced and then unhesitatingly dumped them in the trash, taking care to cover them with a paper.
Arthur glanced to the side, frowning slightly and hoping Alfred would return soon. He was hungry, and those cookies had not been to his liking. "Stupid cookies... Stupid stomach... Stupid Alfred," Arthur muttered under his breath. He leaned on a nearby table, putting his head down for a moment. If only the hunger would let him take a nap...
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It hadn’t taken long for Alfred to reach the kitchens. Convincing Lovino that he needed an extra portion without letting on that he currently had a certain captain waiting for him was a different story entirely. He was famous in the kitchens for stealing extra portions, so the angry Italian cook wasn’t exactly fond of him. It had taken some begging, skill, and Antonio’s calming influence before Lovino conceded and prepared two meals for him to take back.
While he was distracted, Alfred snuck a bottle of rum for later before happily taking hold of the food cart. He expressed his thanks to the kitchen staff and cheerfully headed back. He hoped that Arthur had listened to him and stayed put rather then injuring himself further by behaving rashly. Honestly that man was so troublesome at times, but he certainly was never boring. Alfred smiled to himself as he thought of the irritable captain. They fought constantly and their fundamental values were entirely different, yet Alfred could not deny that he liked the man very much.
Alfred stopped in his tracks, repeating his previous thought silently to himself. He liked Arthur. Arthur who was grumpy, acted like an old man, insulted him on a regular basis, forced him into the role of engineer, and had, on more than one occasion, threatened his very life. And he liked him? He stood in the middle of the hallway, staring thoughtfully at the plates of food as the gears in his head slowly worked up the answer. Yes, he liked him. For some inexplicable reason, Alfred F. Jones liked Arthur Kirkland - captain of the infamous Dramatic Exit. There must be something seriously wrong with him.
Weighed down with this sudden realization, Alfred slowly made it back to the control room. Now that he knew that he liked the other man, how was he supposed to act? Obviously he wasn’t interested romantically or anything stupid like that (really), but being a friend shouldn’t be too out of the question. Right? The engineer groaned to himself as he opened up the door and pushed the cart inside.
Arthur was right where he had left him, but instead of being up and alert, he was laying his head against his work table. Alfred’s mind automatically jumped to the worse case scenario. He was at his side in a second, lightly shaking his shoulders in hopes of getting his attention. Not another fainting spell! He thought getting some sugar in his system would have prevented this! “Arthur! Wake-up! Are you okay?! Do I need to get Francis?! If you don’t wake up right now, I’m getting Francis no matter what you say!” Stupid stubborn pirate! This is what happened when you don't take care of your body!
While he was distracted, Alfred snuck a bottle of rum for later before happily taking hold of the food cart. He expressed his thanks to the kitchen staff and cheerfully headed back. He hoped that Arthur had listened to him and stayed put rather then injuring himself further by behaving rashly. Honestly that man was so troublesome at times, but he certainly was never boring. Alfred smiled to himself as he thought of the irritable captain. They fought constantly and their fundamental values were entirely different, yet Alfred could not deny that he liked the man very much.
Alfred stopped in his tracks, repeating his previous thought silently to himself. He liked Arthur. Arthur who was grumpy, acted like an old man, insulted him on a regular basis, forced him into the role of engineer, and had, on more than one occasion, threatened his very life. And he liked him? He stood in the middle of the hallway, staring thoughtfully at the plates of food as the gears in his head slowly worked up the answer. Yes, he liked him. For some inexplicable reason, Alfred F. Jones liked Arthur Kirkland - captain of the infamous Dramatic Exit. There must be something seriously wrong with him.
Weighed down with this sudden realization, Alfred slowly made it back to the control room. Now that he knew that he liked the other man, how was he supposed to act? Obviously he wasn’t interested romantically or anything stupid like that (really), but being a friend shouldn’t be too out of the question. Right? The engineer groaned to himself as he opened up the door and pushed the cart inside.
Arthur was right where he had left him, but instead of being up and alert, he was laying his head against his work table. Alfred’s mind automatically jumped to the worse case scenario. He was at his side in a second, lightly shaking his shoulders in hopes of getting his attention. Not another fainting spell! He thought getting some sugar in his system would have prevented this! “Arthur! Wake-up! Are you okay?! Do I need to get Francis?! If you don’t wake up right now, I’m getting Francis no matter what you say!” Stupid stubborn pirate! This is what happened when you don't take care of your body!
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