A/N- SO. This is my first time writing a Starship fic. I am completely in LOVE with this couple right now. They are just so ADORABLE. So. I decided to write this series. I'd like you, the reader, to provide me with short prompts, on what to write about these two, and I will write it! Throw it at me, I can handle it!
Starship belongs to Starkid, of course!
Sorry if anything's wrong with this. It's 4.44am XD
One of the few times Taz had ever been afraid was that fateful day on her fifteenth birthday, her Quinceañera. She remembered the smell of burning flesh, of staring into the black, emotionless eyes of the robots who had taken her whole family away from her. That fear had soon been overshadowed by her furious anger as she beat at the robots with every ounce of strength she had before they had tied her to that tree.
Taz had never felt that fear again since then. She had been trained by the G.L.E.E. Academy to banish fear. She had to be tough. She had to be strong, a tough son-of-a-bitch. She needed to be a hijo de puta duro.
Despite all of the training she had gone through, despite trying to forget her fears, to push past them without a single care in the world, Taz couldn't really fool herself at this particular moment. She was terrified. Her terror, however, translated into anger towards others, and that was how she found herself inside the medical bay, threatening the head-doctor with her knife, a steely glare in her eyes.
"Lieutenant," the doctor tried to pacify, keeping his gaze locked on the knife Taz was holding dangerously close to his neck. "Please try to understand-"
"No." Taz snarled, her eyes alight with a sudden fire. "Jou listen to me cabron." She spat, pressing the steel of the knife against the doctor's neck with a little more force, causing him to swallow convulsively. "No idiota me jodas." She hissed. "Do not fuck with me, asshole. I want to see Up, entiendes?"
"Lieutenant," The doctor said quickly, trying to exert a little bit more control over the situation, despite the knife being held at his through. "The commander isn't ready for visitors, he's still-"
"Still what?" Taz demanded, her steely gaze wavering for a split second before she snarled and tried to push forward again. "Still WHAT, idiota?"
Both Taz and the doctor froze as the shouts began down at the end of the medical-bay, and Taz felt her breath catch and her heartbeat increase at the words they were shouting. She couldn't understand most of it, First-Aid had never been her specialty at the academy, but she could pick up a few sentences through the haze in her brain.
"-Flatlined!-"
"-Need to get him stable!-"
"-Commander, stay with us!-"
Taz practically threw the doctor out of her way in her quest to reach the end of the medical-bay. She ignored his cries for her to stop, ignored everything except Up. She stopped at the foot of his bed, her eyes widening slightly at the sight before her. The noise of the flat heart-monitor rang through her ears as she stared at Up's still body, lying on the hospital bed. Mechanically, she moved forward, ignoring the pleas of the doctors for her to leave, and placed her tiny hand into Up's large, calloused one.
"Jou can do dis Up." She murmured; her chocolate brown eyes glassy. She had made a promise to him a while ago to not cry, but dead goddamn, it was a hard promise to keep, especially seeing him so… vulnerable.
Taz's breath caught in her throat suddenly as the heart monitor suddenly leapt to life. It was a single beep, a single beat of the heart, but it told Taz everything she needed to know. Tightening her told of his hand, Taz's lips quirked up into a small smile as she heard the doctors' whisper in shock around her. Ignoring them, the small ranger kept her eyes locked on her best friend and commanding officer's face.
Something deep inside of her seemed to expand when those ocean blue eyes opened slowly. They wandered around the med-bay for a moment, confusion evident, before they locked on her own eyes.
"Taz." Up murmured, and though she cursed herself inwardly, a single tear slipped from Taz's eye and ran down her cheek as her lips curved into that special smile she saved just for him. Up's left hand reached up and clumsily wiped the tear away, wincing at the movement slightly. "Now Taz," he mumbled, his voice gruff. "I thought we had a promise…" he cringed and ground his teeth together, trying to ignore the pain.
"I know." Taz replied quietly, and without really thinking about her, her hand curved around the one cupping her cheek, and she smiled, albeit a little weakly. "But if jou had died Up, I would have never kept that promise."
"I could never had died today Taz." Up told her, ignoring the fuss of the doctors as they tried to get him to rest again. He kept his eyes locked on the small Spanish girl who had somehow entangled herself in his life six years ago. He noticed how her brow furrowed in confusion at what he was saying, and hid a smile, lightly brushing his thumb over her cheek. She blinked, obviously startled, but her eyes never left his.
"What are jou saying, idiota?" Taz asked quietly, and Up chuckled.
"I'm saying I heard you, and it reminded me what I had to live for."
Taz had only really been afraid at two major points of her young life, and at both times, her best friend, her commander, had been the one to wash away her fear and replace it with something new.
Hope.
