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kubisYour faith walks on broken glass (nothing's ever built to last)
fandom: Generation Kill
characters/pairing: Nate, Brad, Walt and Ray; Brad/Nate
rating: PG
disclaimer: This story is based on the fictionalized characters from the HBO miniseries Generation Kill. It's fiction, that's all.
a/n: I saw "Inception" yesterday and then this happened (there are no spoilers for the movie in this fic, but I think you should watch it before reading anyway). Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noelia_g for beta and encouragement. The title is from a song "21 Guns" by Green Day.
summary: GK Inception AU.
It's easy to build a world, if you ask Nate. It's much harder to live in one.
&.
First time he shoots to kill, he almost throws up then and there. His hands are shaking, but the building is shaking harder, so they need to get the job done and get the hell out of there.
When they go back, Walt is eating cold pepperoni pizza. Nate barely makes it to the bathroom.
That night he dreams of Walt falling again and again, and again.
&.
"Start simple," their professor tells them at the first lecture.
His first project in college is a playground for the elementary school near the campus. He puts a big carousel at the center of it, because he still remembers the feeling of going faster and faster, and faster, world spinning around him and the sun being always so bright.
His first world has twenty-storied office buildings, busy streets, crazy taxi-drivers and hundreds of people looking him straight in the eyes.
When windows start to break, the glass is like a rain.
There is blood on Brad's neck and Nate feels the pain in his cheek for maybe two seconds.
&.
There is nothing but stairs for Brad and him. Up and up, and up.
Paradox.
&.
When Rob, his high school friend, dies in Afghanistan, Nate wishes there wasn't a token in his pocket, his golden queen looking left.
But there is, his knuckles turning white from the grip he has on it. He goes to the funeral and watches people going in and out, and in, and out.
He dreams of a big cathedral that night. His screams are getting lost between the dark walls.
&.
They are sitting on the hood of the car, waiting for Ray, when Brad kisses Nate. They both have chapped lips and it's cold, Brad's fingers at the nape of Nate's neck are sending shocks through Nate's whole body.
He retaliates by putting his hands under Brad's shirt, caressing his stomach. Brad moves away, laughing.
"Why?," Nate asks. Ray's running towards them and behind him Nate can see buildings going down, first and second, and third.
"Genuine inspiration, perhaps," says Brad, getting into the car.
Nate smiles. It is Brad's dream, after all.
&.
"Do you know how we got here, Nate?" Brad asks.
Nate threads their fingers together and smiles.
fandom: Generation Kill
characters/pairing: Nate, Brad, Walt and Ray; Brad/Nate
rating: PG
disclaimer: This story is based on the fictionalized characters from the HBO miniseries Generation Kill. It's fiction, that's all.
a/n: I saw "Inception" yesterday and then this happened (there are no spoilers for the movie in this fic, but I think you should watch it before reading anyway). Thanks to
noelia_g for beta and encouragement. The title is from a song "21 Guns" by Green Day.summary: GK Inception AU.
It's easy to build a world, if you ask Nate. It's much harder to live in one.
&.
First time he shoots to kill, he almost throws up then and there. His hands are shaking, but the building is shaking harder, so they need to get the job done and get the hell out of there.
When they go back, Walt is eating cold pepperoni pizza. Nate barely makes it to the bathroom.
That night he dreams of Walt falling again and again, and again.
&.
"Start simple," their professor tells them at the first lecture.
His first project in college is a playground for the elementary school near the campus. He puts a big carousel at the center of it, because he still remembers the feeling of going faster and faster, and faster, world spinning around him and the sun being always so bright.
His first world has twenty-storied office buildings, busy streets, crazy taxi-drivers and hundreds of people looking him straight in the eyes.
When windows start to break, the glass is like a rain.
There is blood on Brad's neck and Nate feels the pain in his cheek for maybe two seconds.
&.
There is nothing but stairs for Brad and him. Up and up, and up.
Paradox.
&.
When Rob, his high school friend, dies in Afghanistan, Nate wishes there wasn't a token in his pocket, his golden queen looking left.
But there is, his knuckles turning white from the grip he has on it. He goes to the funeral and watches people going in and out, and in, and out.
He dreams of a big cathedral that night. His screams are getting lost between the dark walls.
&.
They are sitting on the hood of the car, waiting for Ray, when Brad kisses Nate. They both have chapped lips and it's cold, Brad's fingers at the nape of Nate's neck are sending shocks through Nate's whole body.
He retaliates by putting his hands under Brad's shirt, caressing his stomach. Brad moves away, laughing.
"Why?," Nate asks. Ray's running towards them and behind him Nate can see buildings going down, first and second, and third.
"Genuine inspiration, perhaps," says Brad, getting into the car.
Nate smiles. It is Brad's dream, after all.
&.
"Do you know how we got here, Nate?" Brad asks.
Nate threads their fingers together and smiles.
