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Jonny jolted awake at the gentle knock on his bedroom’s door, though he didn’t bother opening it. He didn’t want to get up, eyes flickering to Nastya’s coat, hanging on the hook on the wall, still only halfway mended from the wide tear that had found its way into the sleeve during their brief fight.
He felt a pang in his chest, cursing his damned capacity for emotion, and slumped back down in bed.
He’d work on the jacket more, later.
The knock came again, a bit louder this time, and Jonny scowled, “Fuck off!” he called, pulling the blankets over his head, well aware of the fact he hadn’t showered in a couple months, now.
He heard a sigh on the other side, and an unintelligible voice, that sounded horribly familiar but impossible .
The door opened.
He had told Aurora not to let anyone -
“Jonny, how have you been?”
Dr. Carmilla’s even voice cut Jonny’s thought off.
She was gone , though. How was she…?
He slowly pulled the covers down so he could peer at her, the faint smile on her face.
“…Fuck off. Get off my ship-“ Jonny began, a low growl in the back of his throat.
Carmilla sighed, stepping once forward and sitting herself on the edge of Jonny’s bed, “Why don’t you take a shower, hm? Clean up.”
“ I said -“
Carmilla cut him off, “And I heard you, but I doubt anyone would appreciate seeing you when you smell like this .”
Jonny scowled at her, “I don’ need to see anyone. Now get off my damned ship .”
“I think there’s someone here you’d very much like to see.” Carmilla said plainly, “I know she’s quite anxious to see you,”
Jonny paused, shoving away the hope, the mere thought that She came back .
He instead pointed a gun at Carmilla’s face.
Carmilla sighed, “Jonny, be reasonable?”
“Get. Out.”
She hummed, standing, “I expect you to shower before coming to see her, hm?” She began to walk away, “And be quick, she’s missed her brother a great deal.”
She was gone, again, before Jonny could reply.
He thought, for a brief moment, before deciding fuck it , he could grab some booze while he was out of his room anyway. Dismiss that stupid hope that had been bubbling up and-
He turned on the shower.
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Jonny stepped into the common area, where the crew was sitting, talking.
He ignored them all, instead zeroing in on the one person standing in the middle, near the wall.
“You fucking idiot !” He felt the shout come before he could think, launching himself at her, tackling Nastya to the ground, “You- You fucking -“
Silence washed over the room, and Jonny felt tears burn in his eyes as he watched Nastya’s face turn to a small grin, “I know,” she murmured softly.
Jonny blinked hard, shoving at her shoulder, still on the ground, a bit weakly, “You… You never fucking do that again, hear me?” His voice shakes, “Captain’s orders.”
Nastya smiles, “You mean first mate’s?”
Jonny paused, unable to bring himself to scowl, “I- you fucking-“ He paused, standing up, “You stay right fucking here .” he says firmly, then darts off.
When he returns, several hours have passed, and the rest of the crew has moved on to more casual conversation.
Until, of course, Nastya is met with a thick, warm, woolen coat in her face.
She pulls it off, met with a red-faced and teary eyed Jonny, standing with his arms crossed, “Fixed that damned thing for you.” He says, “You… You left it. Don’t want you being cold again.”
He doesn’t let her really start a reply before continuing, “And you’re not gonna leave again. You belong here , Nas, not… not fucking… wherever the fuck you thought you were going. Here . With us. ”
Nastya smiled, nodding a little, and as Jonny sat down, she leaned into her brother, enjoying his warmth and passion and the feeling of wholeness after so many days of ice and emptiness.