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legionworld2017-02-05 08:18 pm
bachido) wrote in legionworld2017-02-05 08:18 pm
All along I've been trying to hear you in me
Who| Kubo, Sariatu, Beetle
What| The family reunion nobody expected twice.
Where| Careening through the halls to the medbay!
When| Sometime after Silent Horizon
Warnings/Notes| Crying about undead parents this time! But not in a zombie way thank goodness. Amnesia though.
Kubo was on his way back from the cafeteria to the quarters he shared with his mother when he got a message from a name he didn't recognize, with a suffix he also didn't recognize (what was a "R.N.?")
The video message opened in the Medbay, from a blue-skinned alien. Kubo recognized her as a nurse, but not personally - he'd seen her on his way in through the Medbay when he'd joined the Legion, but never learned her name. But her message - that a new arrival in the Medbay was asking after him and his mother - was interrupted by a voice in the background, which he did personally recognize, asking just that.
The message stopped Kubo in his tracks, dead in the middle of a the crowd leaving the cafeteria - before it sent him running faster than he'd run in his life, his heart racing like he'd already been running an hour.
"MOTHER!"
He barreled down the hall towards their quarters, shouting just in case Mother wasn't in their room, in case she was on her way somewhere to meet him. He made it all the way to the quarters they shared, still yelling, fumbling at the doorknob in his hurry to get in. He burst into their living room and kept the door open.
"We have to go! Now!"
What| The family reunion nobody expected twice.
Where| Careening through the halls to the medbay!
When| Sometime after Silent Horizon
Warnings/Notes| Crying about undead parents this time! But not in a zombie way thank goodness. Amnesia though.
Kubo was on his way back from the cafeteria to the quarters he shared with his mother when he got a message from a name he didn't recognize, with a suffix he also didn't recognize (what was a "R.N.?")
The video message opened in the Medbay, from a blue-skinned alien. Kubo recognized her as a nurse, but not personally - he'd seen her on his way in through the Medbay when he'd joined the Legion, but never learned her name. But her message - that a new arrival in the Medbay was asking after him and his mother - was interrupted by a voice in the background, which he did personally recognize, asking just that.
The message stopped Kubo in his tracks, dead in the middle of a the crowd leaving the cafeteria - before it sent him running faster than he'd run in his life, his heart racing like he'd already been running an hour.
"MOTHER!"
He barreled down the hall towards their quarters, shouting just in case Mother wasn't in their room, in case she was on her way somewhere to meet him. He made it all the way to the quarters they shared, still yelling, fumbling at the doorknob in his hurry to get in. He burst into their living room and kept the door open.
"We have to go! Now!"
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"Kubo! What's going on?"
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The problem was that he was too out of breath to speak.
In adaptive teenage fashion, he madly tapped on his omnicom, holding it up as it played the nurse's message at top volume, so Sariatu could hear that same familiar voice. And see the portion of the video where a familiar head crest knocked several vials off an inconveniently placed shelf.
"Medbay," Kubo croaked, having gotten just enough of his voice back to speak. A little. "Father -"
If it was true, it was too good a truth to admit this far from proof. He'd just start crying prematurely.
"Let's go!"
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"Get on," she tells Kubo, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, despite herself.
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It's not a horribly long trip. Monkey comes skidding to a halt, sliding sideways into the med bay, breathing hard.
"Where... is he?" she pants, all but snarling at the nearest nurse.
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It's not that they haven't been trying to keep him down; they have, and they've been doing a pretty decent job. Partially because his weakened state, partially because they quickly realized that they'd need a couple nurses to handle his formidable form. There's...more than a couple nurses around him now, all trying to ease him up and back in to bed, but Beetle is having none of that.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I can meet them halfway!" he insists, starting to push himself up. At least he fell on his face, as opposed to his back, which would make things far more difficult. "Little 'ray-dee-ay-chun' never hurt anybody, right?"
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Kubo slid off his mother's back, his heart beating like it was trying to race out of his chest. His father was definitely here. His father was asking after them. Trying to reach them. Even still cursed, he remembered them.
"Father!"
Kubo probably didn't have to shout to make himself heard, but his voice couldn't seem to get out of him any other way as he pushed past the nurses.
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She shouldn't assume. Just because her memory issues have cleared up doesn't mean his have. Just because she knows he's her husband doesn't mean he does.
She hangs back while Kubo greets him, not unfolding into her human form just yet.
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Beetle pushes himself on all sixes just in time to catch sight of the familiar face pushing his way past the little crowd that's around him. A smile immediately spreads across his face, recognition clear.
"Kubo!"
A beat.
"Wait, what'd you call me?"
That is not his name. But he's pretty sure he could get used to it.
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He couldn't help it, the tears finally spilling out of his eye at everything, all the relief, all the unlikely joy of his father being alive again. He'd had hope, since Mother arrived, but not much -
His father didn't know who he was, but he still knew who Kubo was. He was still happy to see Kubo. He'd still been trying to get to them both.
The tears spilled out of Kubo's eye and he didn't manage to hold back his sobs as he ran the rest of the way through the nurses to hug Beetle. There were going to be some strange conversations later, complicated and painful explanations. Among them the explanation of his death. The trap that Kubo still blamed himself for leading Monkey and Beetle to.
But they were going to have to wait a little bit, before Kubo could stop being too happy to do anything but cry, and hug.
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Clearly the reason he was crying was because he was hurt, right? Looking up with a visible plea for help in his face, the nurses - who could tell Kubo wasn't physically hurt, or didn't seem to be - took it as a sign to help him get up to his feet, supporting him as he brought Kubo up with him. Kubo would also find himself being turned around a bit, Beetle hunting for whatever injury was causing him such distress.
"You don't look hurt," he muttered, mostly to himself, as he was steered back to a bed. "All right, what happened?"
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"I'm not hurt," he explained, wiping his eye on his sleeve. "I'm happy."
Which seemed at odds with crying, and Kubo knew it, so he tried to curtail his tears. His smile, at least, was huge and genuine, even if his voice cracked as he spoke. "I'm just happy you're here."
His father was here. He hadn't even hoped for it. Mother's presence had seemed too much a gift to hope for anything else, and yet.
But Beetle didn't remember he was Hanzo, didn't remember that Kubo was his son. All they'd gone through finding out, and his father still didn't know they were a family -
- but even without his memories, even without either of them knowing, his father had still liked him, and cared about him, taught him and protected him through his worst trials, and he was back now, still glad to see Kubo, still caring that Kubo might be hurt.
It was a lot of emotion to process, but even those complicated ones were predominantly joyous.
The only things for Beetle to note about Kubo were that he'd grown - not a lot, but enough to show that years had happened, between now and when last Beetle had seen him. His Beetle Clan jacket was no longer ragged and worn at the edges, but as shiny and bright and well-repaired as the day it had first been worn.
Kubo sniffed, recovering a bit more of his composure, despite being held up in midair and inspected.
"Fa-" he resisted the urge to finish the address, looking over his shoulder at his mother. Hesitating at the edge of the crowd. That was not right. She should be here, also fussing over, being fussed over by the person who meant the most to both of them.
Kubo looked back at his father. "What's the last thing you remember? The last thing that happened to you, before you were here." He paused, adding, "Or on that cold planet that these people rescued you from. What happened just before that?"