AN: ok so this is a attack on titan JeanMarco story dedicated to my friend Cherylle for encouraging me to write this and my friend Alex for encouraging my thoughts on later chapters. This is a yaoi so if you don't like please don't read. BUT IF YOU DO LIKE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS OR THERE WOULD BE LESS TITANS AND MORE WIENERS.

Also just FYI this is a very short chapter. The rest will most likely be longer. Whoever point of view it is in will be listed at the beginning of the chapter. Thank you 3

Marco:

Pain. Numbness. Mumbling. Pain. Numbness. Mumbling. It was my endless cycle of hell for the last. . .five minutes? Five days? Five years? It's hard to tell in this empty void I've been floating in. last I remember is moving in to take down the 10m class titan pursuing Jean back in Trost. Then emptiness. Unbearable emptiness. What the hell happened? Where's the rest of the 104th squad? Where's Jean? Where am I? I pick up in the mumbling again and this time I use all my energy to focus on it.

"His wounds seem to be recovering very nicely. Better than expected.." This voice is an unfamiliar man, he sounds careful and precise, as if he rehearsed these words but doesn't believe them. I wonder who he is talking about, who he is talking to. He can't mean me, I'm not even sure I'm alive at this point.

"But when will he wake up, Doctor Jaegar?" is the man's stiff sounding reply. This man sounds strangely familiar, and hoarse as if he's been crying. I sympathize for him, for myself. After a few tense seconds this. . .Doctor Jeagar. . .answers,

"Jean. ." how did I not recognize the voice as Jean's, my own best friend? "We're still not sure when or if he'll ever wake up. ." Jean inhales sharply and after a moment he slowly, agonizingly slowly, exhales, as if in pain. I want to reach out and comfort him, to make him forget his hurt, but there are two things standing in my way. One, I'm still floating in this endless oblivion. Two, I can't see or feel him, much less myself. Hearing Jean hurt is a hundred times worse than my own pain, so I decide to let it take me over for a while, just until I circle back around into the numbness for the. . .second time? Twentieth time? Two hundredth time.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

This time when the mumbling came back around I didn't have to strain or struggle to hear it. Everything instantly came into focus for me. It was both exhilarating and frightening. I was more than elated to be somewhat aware but horrified that all I could hear was quiet, concealed sobbing. It was Jean. I could feel it. Every intake of breath, every sniffle, every small hiccup was undeniably Jean. Just as I was about to try calling out for him he spoke, almost as if he knew I could hear him,

"M-Marco. . .p-please wake up. . .I n-need you to w-wake up. . .p-please. . ." Saying my heart dropped would be an understatement. My heart plummeted to the deepest depths and shattered. What was Jean talking about? I wasn't asleep? Was I? I have to find a way to tell him I'm perfectly fine, I'm right here.

"Jean?" I try, testing out my voice, seeing if it could still come from the mouth I no longer feel. "Jean, why are you crying?" Nothing. His uneven breathing is my only reply. "Jean? Am I dead?" still I am met with nothing. I try one last time, "Jean!"

". . .M-Marco?" it's barely a whisper but it sends jolts of hope and happiness through me. Did Jean actually hear me? Where is he? I want to see him so badly. Suddenly the pain rings around, more vicious than ever before. It surges through me with so much force and power I can actually feel my body again. The intensity causes my back to arch up and my eyes, which I didn't realized were closed till now, fly open as I gasp out the only thing that flies through my brain,

"JEAN!" I fall back onto a soft surface and look around gasping for air, taking in my new found surrounding. There off to the right, just beside me, my eyes make contact with a watery golden pair, wide with disbelief. Jean. Thank god.

"MARCO!?"