[ She had been seventeen and aching to make her mark in the world. Had no idea how that could be done because in a time when wars were waged against monsters who were pushing the population further inland, being nothing more than one in the crowd was about as unbearable as it could get.
She'd been stupid and yearning for attention, had known her father would never let her throw her college education away for a shot at being one of the potentials who weren't even sure she could make it as Jaeger Pilots - nor was she that brave. So instead, the next best thing: She flirts with two blond boys, gives one her number and the other her body for the very first time and months later when she's tucked in her dorm room at the university of her choice she realizes her period's come late.
It's horrible and terrible and she cries to her older sister because she's torn: there's a child growing inside of her but she's a freshman with the world at her feet, but it's also something she wants to keep.
So she drops out, goes home to face her disappointed parents, her father who glares and demands to know who got her knocked up Christ, Mimi, you were smarter than this but she never tells. She goes through nine months with her sister as her only champion Dad, some on, enough, she wants to keep the baby what does it matter, you're always ragging at me over giving you and Mom a bundle of joy, you get that stop complaining.
In July of 2017 there's a beautiful little girl with Naomi's eyes and blond hair and when she insists on the name that she wants her sister gives her a look but never asks, just says hey, you're the one who's going to explain to her why you picked that and if her smile was a little nostagic while the television aired the feed about Gipsy Danger's deployment, who cares.
And then Knifehead happens and Naomi's stumbling towards her baby girl's room ( she's back in school and top of her class, her professors from the university had wondered where she'd gone. She moves into a flat and brings her little girl with her, she's a perfectionist and an overachiever and she will graduate with honors and be the best mom there is ) sits down by her bed and sobs and sobs Mommy, why are you crying Mommy, Mommy what's wrong her tiny three-year-old fingers gentle as they stroke through Naomi's hair.
It couldn't have been love. He was a pilot, he could have been anyone, but the way he'd looked so sheepish when he realized he'd been her first is etched in her mind let me drive you home, shit, uh but she'd kissed him on the cheek and told him as much as she would like that, he had to get back to base.
She didn't think he'd remember her. Or call her. That she'd have any impact in his life. Hadn't expected how hers would change so much after that night.
She graduates with honors and lands the job of her dreams. Writes for the top broadsheets, builds her portfolio and when volunteers are asked to write a piece on the move to shut down the PPDC, her hand is in the air, no question. Naomi, this is a fluff piece. We need you focusing on that Pulitzer. She doesn't care, that story is hers.
The Breach is closed before it goes to print and by the time it does, Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori are household names. Heroes. Saviors of the world.
She gets that shot at the Pulitzer, actually wins the award, her editor declaring how he'd believed in her right from the beginning, how he hadn't expected any less from the best, what can we say, she's got an incredible mind.
She doesn't tell anyone how it wasn't an investigative piece, but a love letter to the men and women the world owes so much to. To the one Ranger who made a difference to hers.
She can't stop her daughter from running towards where Raleigh and the familiar figure of Mako Mori are sitting together at a McDonald's, of all places, laughing together over cups of ice cream, two burgers and a mound of fries.
Her hands have gone clammy and her mind is whirling - she'd had no idea that the would be here, she really didn't - and for a moment her voice sticks in her throat but she calls out to her daughter even as she realizes what a mistake that is--] Yancy, get back here.
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She'd been stupid and yearning for attention, had known her father would never let her throw her college education away for a shot at being one of the potentials who weren't even sure she could make it as Jaeger Pilots - nor was she that brave. So instead, the next best thing: She flirts with two blond boys, gives one her number and the other her body for the very first time and months later when she's tucked in her dorm room at the university of her choice she realizes her period's come late.
It's horrible and terrible and she cries to her older sister because she's torn: there's a child growing inside of her but she's a freshman with the world at her feet, but it's also something she wants to keep.
So she drops out, goes home to face her disappointed parents, her father who glares and demands to know who got her knocked up Christ, Mimi, you were smarter than this but she never tells. She goes through nine months with her sister as her only champion Dad, some on, enough, she wants to keep the baby what does it matter, you're always ragging at me over giving you and Mom a bundle of joy, you get that stop complaining.
In July of 2017 there's a beautiful little girl with Naomi's eyes and blond hair and when she insists on the name that she wants her sister gives her a look but never asks, just says hey, you're the one who's going to explain to her why you picked that and if her smile was a little nostagic while the television aired the feed about Gipsy Danger's deployment, who cares.
And then Knifehead happens and Naomi's stumbling towards her baby girl's room ( she's back in school and top of her class, her professors from the university had wondered where she'd gone. She moves into a flat and brings her little girl with her, she's a perfectionist and an overachiever and she will graduate with honors and be the best mom there is ) sits down by her bed and sobs and sobs Mommy, why are you crying Mommy, Mommy what's wrong her tiny three-year-old fingers gentle as they stroke through Naomi's hair.
It couldn't have been love. He was a pilot, he could have been anyone, but the way he'd looked so sheepish when he realized he'd been her first is etched in her mind let me drive you home, shit, uh but she'd kissed him on the cheek and told him as much as she would like that, he had to get back to base.
She didn't think he'd remember her. Or call her. That she'd have any impact in his life. Hadn't expected how hers would change so much after that night.
She graduates with honors and lands the job of her dreams. Writes for the top broadsheets, builds her portfolio and when volunteers are asked to write a piece on the move to shut down the PPDC, her hand is in the air, no question. Naomi, this is a fluff piece. We need you focusing on that Pulitzer. She doesn't care, that story is hers.
The Breach is closed before it goes to print and by the time it does, Raleigh Becket and Mako Mori are household names. Heroes. Saviors of the world.
She gets that shot at the Pulitzer, actually wins the award, her editor declaring how he'd believed in her right from the beginning, how he hadn't expected any less from the best, what can we say, she's got an incredible mind.
She doesn't tell anyone how it wasn't an investigative piece, but a love letter to the men and women the world owes so much to. To the one Ranger who made a difference to hers.
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Mom, Mom, look, it's Raleigh Becket. Mom, oh my gosh, look.
She can't stop her daughter from running towards where Raleigh and the familiar figure of Mako Mori are sitting together at a McDonald's, of all places, laughing together over cups of ice cream, two burgers and a mound of fries.
Her hands have gone clammy and her mind is whirling - she'd had no idea that the would be here, she really didn't - and for a moment her voice sticks in her throat but she calls out to her daughter even as she realizes what a mistake that is--] Yancy, get back here.