janitorscloset | [meme] RvB & Halo AU Meme

Bitter. If Matt knew it was a term being applied to him, he would have laughed. There had been a time, not long after Halsey had dismissed him and before his first posting that he had wondered what it had all been for. He had no memory at all of what life had been before he had been taken. The fact that his name was Matt only survived because it had been used since day one. At this point he couldn't even say whether it was his full first name or not, he had lost so very much. Had he possessed a family, had he been loved? Was he from a core world or a colony? Was his home planet glasses? Was he an orphan or did his parents still live out there, still hold on to his favorite toy?

Matt was a mystery to himself, and Spartan had been everything. The men and women he grew up with had been his family. Kurt and Linda practically real siblings in his mind given they had been set up day one as a unit.

No records would ever show that the young man, deemed unfit for Halsey's project, had wondered if his dead brothers and sisters weren't luckier. If the crippled ones weren't luckier. Whether he should cease. After his first deployment he wished he could become a real soldier, but even that hadn't really worked out. Nowhere seemed to last. He had no home like Spartan had been to him growing up.

And none of it could be said. Not even now. After all this time apart he still wasn't sure he could trust even Kurt to know how close he was to just giving up. How he saw this as his second chance to prove himself. To belong. To find a family.

There was only one thing he could think of to say, only one thing he could say despite his almost clenched teeth and his tightly balled fists giving away how wound up he really was.

"They don't shake much anymore. Almost never unless I'm tired. The last job, they. I don't know how read in you are. They helped. I would pass her standards now."

Kurt was trying to understand where Matt was coming from but it was hard for him because their paths had been so different. Sure, they’d both seen a life outside the program, had experienced things no other Spartan had probably ever known but Matt was right in one regard.

He hadn’t known the sting of rejection, hadn’t been labeled as unfit for duty because of a side-effect he had zero control over. Of course, Kurt would argue that Matt didn’t know his story either or the trials he’d faced. For the first time, he became aware of a gulf of distance between them. And it unnerved him because there had never been one there before.

It made him want to overcompensate, to prove to his brother that despite the time and distance, their relationship would not change. But it already had in a multitude of ways.

"I got the broad strokes. Something about lending you out to one of those magic bullet programs trying to figure out how to win the war. Never heard of the guy in charge but the briefing said he's a civilian scientist contracted through ONI and that he was doing something with some experimental armor and AI integration."

"They said AI, not that one was provided before you," Matt admits. If Kurt knows that much he can keep going, clearly.

"Had to lay in a more complex neural net than we already have. Don't know why. Whatever it was they did took out most of the shakes. Only happens now if I haven't slept for days. Still not the best shot."

The memories of Linda's disapproval almost made him want to laugh.

"Think they put in something for my hearing while I was under. Don't know. Don't have access to my own medical records. Don't have clearance for it."

How ironic was that? The very thought gets him to crack a smile and melts his tension. Kurt was still Kurt. Matt's bitterness was something he had learned to put behind him. It was the armor Kurt didn't even wear that made him upset. He had no intention of ever looking at it again.

That earned Matt a curious look because he hadn't been told that interesting tidbit of information about him needing a more complex neural net installed.

"Sounds like they were maybe doing the upgrade to support an onboard AI passenger maybe?" Kurt himself was still equipted with the original neutral net implant and never had his upgraded mainly because he saw no need for it. He didn't wear any of the newer, more upgraded MJOLNIR, didn't even wear his original suit because he didn't particularly feel like he was worthy of wearing it these days.

Matt might judge him for that if he'd known but they both had their own secret traumas they were working through and as it was becoming clear, they'd both gotten good at holding onto their secrets.

"I'm glad they were able to help you out as much as they did then."

"Maybe they helped me but they tried to tear people down," Maine counters. The very memory makes him angry.

"What I'm here for is to build up. These Spartans of yours, they're going to live, Kurt. I'll give them everything I've learned. I will do everything I can. Just tell me how I can help you."

He wants to start moving. Start doing something. Or maybe they can let Mendez and the younger Spartan Bravos take over. He almost wants to just sit with Kurt and play cards and talk about techniques and maybe spar a little. Be friends while they can.

Kurt was visibly troubled and obviously wanted to say something to that but couldn’t come up with anything to say. He hadn’t been given that much information about the shadowy Project Freelancer beyond the broadest of strokes. Ackerson had implied Leonard Church was cut from the same cloth as Catherine Halsey which was yielded more like it was a curse than a compliment. He took that to mean the man was a civilian scientist who didn’t care whose toes he stepped on with his single-minded focus on attaining his goals.

The man didn’t seem to be kidnapping children and replacing them with flash clones though so at least the man hadn’t stooped to that level yet.

“That’s what I want, thank you, Matt.” Kurt said sincerely and clapped the other man on the shoulder tightly in an attempt to convey just how much that meant to him. He was demonstrative for a Spartan but even he wasn’t the huggy type and that brusque touch was about all he knew to offer.

“Let’s continue the tour and grab some grub from the mess before things get too crowded. You’ll pleased to hear we have plenty of chocolate pudding to go around.”

"I eat more than pudding," Matt laughs as he moves to Kurt's side. Another time, another situation leading up to the tension, he might have indulged in a hug. A brief one. An arm wrapped around a shoulder. That much he had gotten somewhat okay with, given the behavior of some of the other Freelancers.

Truth be told, though, all he manages is a pat on Kurt's back. "Let Mendez work. After all he put me through, I'd like to see him shout at someone else before I step in to help."

Tomorrow is soon enough to meet the new Spartans, to introduce himself. To let them know that it gets real from now on.

“I should hope so or we’d have to have an intervention for you.” Kurt teased with a laugh as he and Matt left the armory behind. It didn’t escape the brunette that he’d probably laughed and felt happier in the past few weeks than he’d been in the past decade.

He sensed Tom and Lucy had noted the change in his demeanor and Mendez had given the two of them some knowing looks but thus far hadn’t called the two Spartans out. But honestly, he was just too damned thrilled to be reunited not only with a fellow II but also his original squad mate and the man who was as close as he had to a brother in everything but blood.

“Heh, Mendez hasn’t lost a step even with age. Sometimes I’ll hear him shouting at the recruits all the way across the compound and have to fight the urge to snap to attention myself.” He confessed with a wry look.

"When I heard him back when you heard me..." Matt shakes his head and smirks briefly. "I almost did. Wasn't sure how to handle it. That he would be there."

Stranger still was the way Mendez treated him. But knowing now what he knew of Mendez's long work with Kurt, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised. Thing was he didn't know how to process that. He felt young, he felt hopeful, he felt like he might be home, and none of it made sense after everything he'd been through, after everywhere he'd gone and all the things he'd done and all the people he'd known.

"So... which of the kitchen staff do I have to butter up for that pudding?" Matt teased lightly. He needed to get some once in a while. Make sure the staff knew he liked it in case they chose to favor him with their fondness.

"It's strange, meeting him as an adult and on more equal footing." Kurt agreed softly with a wry twist to his mouth. For him, it had been even stranger because he'd outranked Mendez when they were reunited and finding the scrip flipped completely with the other man acting deferential to him had been a bit of a mind trip at first.

"First time he called me 'sir' I was ridiculously glad for my helmet because otherwise, Alpha company would have had to watch me pick my jaw up off the floor and it would have set a terrible example." He was exaggerating somewhat of course but it had definitely been a surreal moment.

Matt asking him which of the kitchen staff he had to bribe to get an in on the chocolate pudding market in and around Currahee dragged a laugh from the base commander. "I'd start with buttering up the requisitions officer myself. They're the ones in control of what gets put on the resupply lists."

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"Sir," Matt shakes his head, because really, he's never been called sir except by people on shore leave. Fact of the matter was that Spartans didn't really get rank, except for John and Kurt. The point was that they didn't need it. They were followers, not leaders.

He supposed that was going to change, or had changed with Kurt.

"Rec officer? Yeah, point me at them," Matt smirks. That was going to work. At least for him. Now he just had to figure out a suitable bribe.

“Trust me, it took a while for that title to not feel super weird.” Kurt admitted almost conspiratorially. “I certainly never planned on being an officer but I couldn’t very well run this entire camp as just a non-com.” Ackerson had given him his lieutenant’s bars but Kurt’s hard work had helped him to climb the ranks to Lieutenant Commander all on his own.

“You’re asking me to help you game my own requisitions systems?” He teased with a bland look but the twinkle of devilment in his eyes betrayed him. Kurt was amused rather than put out by it. “Don’t tell me your recon skills are so rusty you need to be told who holds which rank and position at a base this small?”

"I was thinking that, as your best friend, you'd spare me some effort," Matt counters, smirking. He can do it himself. Hell, he could probably do it with just intimidation skills, he had a lot of those. But that didn't chance the fact that he had a preference for the easy way. Soon things weren't going to be easy at all and he wanted to bask in that before it was gone.

Too soon things would be gone. Including these new recruits.

"Food, cards, sleep," Matt decides. Those are his priority now, with a connection to Kurt built in. They won't be able to be as close to each other after this. They'll have responsibilities. And he doesn't want those. He just wants his friend. Everything else is something expected of him after that.

Now if only they had Linda here.

“It seems to me, I would be doing you a disservice by letting your skills grow any more rusty and disused.” Kurt countered with a matching smirk. Contrary to his teasing, he knew the chances that Matt had grown that rusty were all but impossible.

Some things were just ingrained too deeply into them and the ability to gather intel was as second nature as breathing to a Spartan. He knew Matt would soon enough figure out the inner workings of Camp Currahee as though the man had been stationed here for years rather than a handful of days.

“Let’s check number one off of that list. And hopefully you brought that deck we were playing with back on the Hopeful because these days, I don’t get a lot of opportunity to sneak in a hand of cards so I doubt I have any back in my quarters.”

Matt huffs at the idea that not letting him sniff around would be a disservice. But if Kurt is going to play at that he will prove himself worthy. Give him time. He will manage. Even if it will take some time. Thing was he was less practiced now than he had been when they were young.

"You really think I stole those cards from the enlisteds?"

How dare he? Well, in Kurt's defense he could be certain Matt had them in his highly lacking sack they had dropped at his room. There had been no time or chance to return the cards before. They would be able to get them easily to play.

"Let me get them and meet you? This time you get the food and we actually play a hand or two."

Kurt had just been giving him a heard time mainly because he was fully confident Matt could weasel that information out all on his own. Linda had been one of the best at running an intelligence network back during Boot and they’d picked up more than a few tricks from her over the years.

“I had simply assumed you got them from the commissary.” He had no idea the terrifying Freelancer Agent Maine had intimidated a couple of hapless enlisted men into giving up their cards.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll be sure the charm the cooks out of a couple pudding packs to celebrate your arrival on Onyx.” He said with a boyish looking smile that had both dimples flashing briefly. With that, he left Matt there and headed off in the direction of the mess hall to procure them both some food and also the aforementioned chocolate pudding.

Were this a Freelancer and not Kurt he would have flatly joked that he could kiss Kurt for the pudding.

Going back to his room is interesting. Lord help him, Matt stopped inside of his door, basking for a moment in his space. Just for him. He didn't have to share. This space was his to do with as he pleased. Where he didn't have to listen to other people gossip or have sex. No one else breathing. No one praying. And it had dimensions suited to a SPARTAN.

After he breathes it in for a moment he fetched the cards out of his bag and made his way for Kurt's office. He knew where that was but he would need more direction to find. And with the cards in hand he waited for his friend to come back. Because off hours Kurt was his friend and brother first.

It didn’t take Kurt very long to rustle them up some grub. Being company commander had its perks, sure, but the Spartan had always been very firm in his stance that he ate the same food everyone else in the camp ate.

He remembered Blue Teams tales of how they’d tracked the Insurrectionist leader by following the luxury items he’d snuck into a regular supply drop. Such decadence was distasteful to a professional soldier like a II but moreso than that, Kurt did believe it just plain set a bad example if the higher ranking officers were seen indulging publicly while the recruits and the non-coms age plain mess fair. So he ate the same food the lowest boot ate and encouraged his fellow officers to do the same. If nothing else, it made mess more efficient because the cooks only had to concentrate on one set meal plan which was an additional perk.

Still, he did manage to spirit a second chocolate pudding package out for Matt. As a general rule, he liked to eat in the mess with everyone else but tonight was something special. Tomorrow, Gamma would be filling the camp with noise and excited energy but for tonight, it was just about spending time with his brother and catching up, something there had been little enough time for even on the journey back to Onyx.

“Here we go.” He indicated one of the trays, the one that was unmistakably Matt’s thanks to the second pudding cup. Kurt offered it to the other Spartan so he could have a free hand to palm open the door’s biometric reader.

Well, extra pudding. Now Matt felt spoiled. He smiled at it and took the tray without comment. Of course Kurt was going to get that to him. Damn good CO, better than anyone else that Matt had in the past. Sad how it took only an extra pudding cup to win that title. There were a lot of other things that made Kurt better, but this was the one he was going to be happy with for now.

He waited until the door was opened before slipping in. A chance to spy on the CO's space before it was cleaned up? He was definitely going to do that.

"Nice place," he said as he looked around to evaluate the space. In a few seconds he had marked all the furniture so he could move around quickly and probably with his eyes closed. Then he stood aside for Kurt.

Kurt liked to think his merits as a CO extended beyond just his willingness to sneak Matt an extra pudding pack.

The other man would probably be disappointed when he entered the commander’s quarters if he was expecting anything beyond military neatness. Their DI’s had ensured the young Spartan candidates understood that disorder and disrespecting UNSC property was just as bad a sin as disrespecting the UNSC itself. And those habits hadn’t changed in adulthood. Especially not with the likes of Chief Mendez near at hand.

Kurt’s quarters were for lack of a better term, Spartan to say the least. There were a few personal touches here and there, datapads stacked on the desk, a few more photos hanging on the wall. But otherwise the living area was pretty utilitarian and not exactly luxurious. He’d seen no reason to dedicate a lot of resources to a place he didn’t spend a lot of time in save for sleeping. At least there was a small table set up with a couple of folding chairs.

“It serves my needs. I don’t spend a whole lot of time here, to be honest.”

"Used to it," Matt admits as he moves toward the table. His tray is put down immediately and he starts shuffling the cards in his hand. Get those dealt before he ate. "Always had spaces like this. Except without space. Never had space."

A room to himself was insane. He wasn't certain what he'd do with it space.

"Simple poker. Never learned anything else to be honest."

“It took a while to get used to it.” Kurt admitted with a wry looking smile. “Especially the silence because I’d been so used to sleeping in barracks for so long. I even got used to your snoring.”

That was said with a teasing little smirk as Kurt set his own tray down and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

“You’ll have to expand your horizons a little if you end up playing with the other DI’s. They tend to play a variation where you’re dealt two cards and then everyone has to build their hand from a communal pool of cards that are dealt face up on the table. First three cards are laid down, then a round of betting commences, then a fourth and so on and so on.”

"Don't like Texas Holdem," Matt says almost immediately. He already knew the variation and it was popular on the MoI. That didn't change the fact that he knew how to play it. Took away the fun, the nerves of knowing nothing about what was coming. A Spartan could work without tactical information. Which made it a more interesting mental problem for him to play.

His hands aren't quick enough to sort things in an impressive manner. But he does get the cards laid out before he turns his attention to tearing open the first cup of pudding. The rest of his food could wait until after he had this one.

"I don't snore. If I did, Halsey would have fixed it."

“It’s not my favorite variation but it’s the most popular.” The other man conceded with a wry looking smile. Once Kurt had made himself comfortable in a chair, he studied his brother’s scarred hands silently as he shuffled the cards.

He might not have seen Matt in over twenty years but Kurt could still remember the way his teammate’s hands had shook and how he’d struggled with simple dexterity after the augmentation procedures. They’d tried to help Matt hide it at first, not wanting their fireteam to be broken up but in the end, there had been no hiding the damage done to the other man and he’d been quietly shuffled out of the program.

“Maybe,” Kurt said in a noncommittal manner before dropping his attention to his own food. Unlike Matt, he dug into his entrée first rather than hopping directly to desert. “The doctor who worked on you afterwards, they were able to mitigate a lot of the tremors, I see. Did they approach it from a neurological standpoint or something else?” The tremors had made it impossible for Matt to ever wear MJOLNIR but the Spartan-III’s SPI armor didn’t require the same level of neurological uplink to make it work.

New implants, new control. Matt wasn't going to win any shooting contests among Spartans, probably was the worst shot of the surviving Spartans and wouldn't be able to put multiple bullets through one hole, but there you went.

There wasn't much in the way of desserts on the MoI, so he was going to indulge. His shore leave with the Project tended to be indulging his sweet tooth. He got halfway through the pudding when the question came, and Matt paused. Maine wanted to go for a weapon because that was classified. Matt just sighed and looked away from Kurt. This wasn't an easy conversation.

"I don't know how read-in you are, Kurt. I don't know what I can talk about. But I think... I'm pretty certain that at this point I could handle the MJOLNIR, even if I have no right." It's that simple, or he hoped as much. So he sighed and looked at Kurt again. Better to focus. This was his friend, his brother, and his CO. So he had to work with him.

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[meme] RvB & Halo AU Meme

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