Just a test run. If you guys like it, I'll continue * I haven't seen any fics yet and I hated that Yancy died, even though it was a huge character and plot development, so here's my take on it.
"Yancy!"
Claws tore at their Jaeger relentlessly, finding it's facial plates and digging in greedily. It was on his side. Panic and fear raced through his body, body frozen as he knew there wasn't anything else he could do.
It was chaos. He wasn't strong enough to hold the Kaiju, his heart was beating too fast, and he couldn't shield his brother from his realization and acceptance. This was it, after all the runs and kills, this was his last fight with Gypsy Danger; with his little brother.
He was damn proud of them both.
"No! Yancy!"
Just as the claws clenched around his spot within the pod, still connected with his brother, Yancy turned towards Raleigh, unable to physically show him any comfort, but he passed on as much as he could – apologies about the fight over Naomi, not being there when their mother got worse, and the pride that he felt to pilot a Jaeger with his own little brother.
"YANCY!"
Black eyes snapped to attention as consciousness took him in a snap of a second. Everything was cold, freezing, his drivesuit , as he looked down at himself, was ripped, bloody, and covered in snow. He was still locked in place with a piece of the con-pod.
With a grunt, he attempted to move his arm, but he couldn't feel anything at all, and with his face plate cracked and frosty, he couldn't see beyond a couple feet. Straining his neck forward he forced movement into his limb, yelling out in agony as it suddenly came to life with fire racing down his veins. Looking down once more, he was horrified to see where the tears were in his drivesuit, his wounds looked black and blue. He would have been relieved if it had been oozing puss and junk, but it was frozen, and that was not a good sign.
Yancy Becket was made of muscle, not fat, and whatever was frozen was attached to that muscle.
Letting his arm fall uselessly next to him, his head fell back, eyes clenched in an effort to deal with the pain and block out what his arm's condition could mean. Panting, he broke out in a sweat, and in freezing temperatures like that around him, wasn't a good sign either. Unable to move, the Ranger gritted his teeth and bore the pain, a lone thought fleeting across his quickly fading conscious.
How was he alive?
