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Sometime later - text

[driftsintobuffetline]

Hi.

voice;

[mathemagier]

[He doesn't expect this message, and his hands shake too much for texting. Not that he has the patience for that anyway]

Newton! Newton, where are you?

[driftsintobuffetline]

I don't know. Specifically, I don't know. And I don't have my phone, so I realize belatedly we should probably be careful what we say because I don't know who DOES have it, but dammit, Hermann, it's good to hear your voice.

The guys say they're the Russians and they say we're in the space shuttle but like I was telling Qubit, we're pissing into a grate, so there's no zero-g and I just don't believe the space lie.

Unless they have means to make gravity but I mean.

Anyway. Enjoying your vacation from me?

[mathemagier]

If you don't have your phone, then how're you..?

[A beat] Ah.

Well I admit I never expected that to come in useful. Seems rather unnecessarily complex.

[But he's getting off track]

You- you said Qubit's with you? I take it your abilities have been nullified. Space.. well yes that would prove rather difficult. We simply don't know their capabilities. Perhaps I could.. well we'll see about all that.

[Where his mind was clouded before, just these texts proving Newton was alive somewhere was enough to clear some of the panic. But even past that is a great amount of concern]

How- how are you, Newton?

[driftsintobuffetline]

Funny how that suddenly comes in handy. It's kind of a headache, to be honest, but it was either that or do some navel-gazing.

No, I.
Qubit's not with me.
I texted him. too.

I'm good, you know! So good. I mean, I'm in what I think is not-space (but idk), in a fucking tin can with a bunch of other people (it's going to get rank in here soon Hermann), celebrating my first...second? day of being 37 with NOBODY, and I'm getting a little claustrophobic--and to top it all off, my head is emptier than fuck and I miss my goddamn asshole of a boyfriend.

I didn't mean to tell you all that.
I'm super, Hermann.

[mathemagier]

It's- it's alright, Newton. We're looking for you- all of you. There's been a call to arms and everyone is missing someone.

I'm in the lab, doing everything I can at present. I wish I could do more. If only I had.. Well the moment I do, I promise you'll be out of there. And if Qubit isn't there with you, we should have all of you out soon after that.

[An apology and a promise all at once; clearly something was wrong with the universe]

..Is there anything you can recall about your abduction? Any details at all, Newton. Anything. We need to know how this happened.

[driftsintobuffetline]

No. I woke up here feeling a little queasy and drugged, but otherwise, nothing exceptional.

Have you eaten today? How's

How's your head?

[mathemagier]

I'm.. I'm alright. I ate something earlier today. [Wasn't a much of something by the sounds of it but he did eat something]

What about the moment before you fell unconscious?

[driftsintobuffetline]

I don't know.

Hermann, babe, darling, Schatz, sweetheart, sugar, honey, Liebster:
how the fuck is your is your head?

[mathemagier]

It's... [Fine. But of course it isn't and Newton knows that on some level. He makes a frustrated sound because it's not like they can talk about it directly] I have a splitting headache, alright? But I'll manage. Joaquin has already offered me Manolo.

[driftsintobuffetline]

If I didn't know what that meant, that sounds really awkward, dude.

Make yourself some tea. Caffeine might help a bit with the headache. And you get cranky when you go through caffeine withdrawals.

I'm glad they weren't split up.

Miles is here. His tall, handsome friend with the big nose isn't. I don't know who else is missing a someone, but fortunately, I think we can rule that out as a pattern.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann sighs and suddenly he sounds a lot more tired]

I just want you home, Newton.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I know, Hermann. I know. I miss you so much.

[mathemagier]

[He wants to reach through their connection and give him that brush of affection that he can't now. When did he become so used to that?]

Ich liebe dich, Newton. Just don't do anything rash, alright? I'll expect daily messages and updates until we find you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

When have I ever done anything rash?

Ich liebe dich, Hermann.

[mathemagier]

There was a kaiju brain involved.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I love you, you asshole.

[mathemagier]

[What he wouldn't give to be able to hold you right now]

The feeling is entirely mutual. I will do absolutely everything I can to find you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Now don't YOU do anything rash.

[mathemagier]

I will be fine. It's not as if I'm going to join a strike team.

[driftsintobuffetline]

A strike team?! Holy shit. Don't even. I don't want to get killed by some damn friendly fire. You're German. ...And kind of British. You don't get the way this works. They're American. They're going to try to come in here all "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker" with guns blazing and

Okay, historically, we both know how Germans fare when they try to invade Russia so just...stay stateside. And remember the Russians hit hard and fight a war of attrition. And they can defend the heck out of their own turf. Remember the Kaidonovskys, okay. So pace yourself, Hermann. Don't burn yourself out.

[mathemagier]

Newton, Newton, that was not code for 'this is precisely what I'm going to do.' I am in fact, staying firmly in De Chima and will not step foot in Russia.

And if I didn't burn out during 12 years of the Kaiju War, I'm certainly not going to for however long it takes to rescue you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Okay, because I'll haul your parka'd ass out of here myself if you show up like the white knight I know you are.

As much as it pains me to say this, we're not as young as we used to be, Hermann. We can't pull the all-nighters we used to do with the frequency we use to pull them.

Bring a pillow to the lab. And a sleeping bag.

[mathemagier]

No, I will simply.. [Can't actually say just in case the Soviets are going through imPort conversations] Well I won't be there in person, to say the least.

Worry less about me, Newton. I'm not the one being held captive in an enemy country.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Yeah, but
tbh, I think we're more being held ransom.