Taking Back The World! (A Pacific Rim and Raleigh Becket Fanfic)

Bloody Noses

   My Christmas was amazing!! :D I spent the whole day with my boyfriend, doing Chirstmas morning with his family then I took him to my house :3 We took naps and watched Muppets when we weren't opening stuff XD..  I hope everyone had a perfect a holiday as I did! :)

Remember, I only own Lila Yale and my own twist on del Toro's amazing story :D. Now please enjoy while I listen to the Taliban song by Toby Keith :)

“Ready for some lunch?”

    I leaned back in my hanging chair, looking down at Herc. The chairs were suspended from the ceiling and were controlled by buttons on one of the ropes that held it.

    “Sure, I‘m starved.” I called back down, swiping away the sweat at my brow. As I lowered myself to the ground floor, I repushed up the sleeves of my sweater. I hoped Sydney wasn’t always this hot.

    “So what do you think so far?” As soon as my feet hit the ground, I took off running towards the awaiting Ranger as he lead us towards the Mess Hall.

    “She‘s amazing, Herc! Those Angel Wings are top of the line! And I thought I was going to have to order new Brass Knuckles to accommodate the new mods but the ones that are on it are even better! Please don‘t get me started on the super sexy Missile chest launcher!” I spoke excitedly, nearly jumping up and down as I spoke.

    “Someone‘s excited.” Herc sent me a sideways smile as he opened the Mess Hall doors for me.

    “I love Jaegers.” I breathed out, taking in the room filled with spaghetti smelling food and Australian accents.

    “It doesn‘t show.” He said close to my ear, trying to be heard over top of the loud voices around us. My tray was filled with spaghetti and meatballs, broccoli and cheese with a bottle of water and a fruit cup.

    “Come eat with us.” Herc offered and I smiled. I took a seat beside Herc, who graciously pulled out my chair for me.

    “So you think the Missile launchers are sexy, huh?” I nearly jumped out of my skin when Chuck’s voice whispered low in my ear.

    Soon after, there was a sharp dog’s bark and I felt large paws on my thigh. I looked down at the incredibly cute bulldog drooling all over my pants. But I didn’t care, I scooped up the adorable dog’s face in my hands and rubbed his ears.

    “Oh my goodness, who is this handsome hunk!” I squealed, earning a dog slobbery kiss on the chin.

    “That‘s Max.” Herc introduced and the said animal barked again.

    “Is he yours?” I asked, rubbing down his back and ‘aww’ing at his cute little stub tail.

    “He‘s mine.” Chuck clarified, sitting in front of me and offering his dessert to the bulldog. Max quickly left my side and devoured the food  in three seconds flat before returning to my side.

    “I’m so sorry, Maxie. If you ever need a new owner, I‘ll tell you where my room is.” I cooed, rubbing his ears between my thumb and fingers.

    “You can tell me where your room is.” My head snapped up to the younger Hansen. Did his cockiness ever get shut off? That stupid side cocky grin was on his face.

    “Chuck.” His dad threatened low.

    “What?” Chuck asked innocently, even put his hands up in defense.

    “He‘s fine.” I lightly touched Herc’s arm, trying to calm the angry father. Herc shot me an angry glance before sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms.