Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction
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+M through R › Metal Gear
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,214
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Metal Gear, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 21: Recovery
Title: Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction- Chapter 21: Recovery
Author: The Ice Goddess (FrozenBlueIce)
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid
Feedback: All feedback is welcome, whether it be
negative or positive. I’m trying to
improve on my writing so, please be honest:
frozenblueice@yahoo.com
Pairing: The main pairing of this story is
Snake/Otacon, which is obvious to anyone who knows of my fondness for Hal
Emmerich, so therefore alright to disclose.
There are others, but if I told you what they were, it’d ruin the story.
Series: No.
There may be sequels in the future, but right now that is looking
unlikely due to time constraints.
Rating: PG (this chapter only)
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in previous Metal
Gear Solid video games are the property of Konami Computer Entertainment of
Japan, and of their creator, Mr. Hideo Kojima.
All new characters are the property of The Ice Goddess. This is a work of fanfiction, and in no way,
shape, or form will I receive any monetary compensation for it. It is for entertainment purposes only.
Type: Action/Shounen-ai
Summary: This story takes place one year after the
events of “The Big Shell.” New
information found by Otacon sends Snake back into action. (That’s all I’m revealing!)
Chapter 21: Recovery
Otacon
slowly awoke, warmth and strength returning to his body. He was still laying on the floor where he
had last remembered being, and to his surprise, he was still being cradled in
Dave’s arms.
“He’s
coming to. Jack, hand me a syringe from
the case labeled ‘Adrenal Stimulator- 100 ppm’,” Anja instructed, pointing at
her bag full of supplies.
Snake
looked down at Hal and smiled. “You’re
going to be alright now,” he told him.
“Dr. Raznov reversed all damage caused by hypothermia, save for a few
patches of freeze-burned skin. Those
will heal the same as any sunburn would.”
Hal
simply nodded. He remained silent,
embarrassed for having bared his soul to him.
He just relished in the fact that he was lying in Snake’s arms.
“Can you
sit up?” Dr. Raznov asked him.
Could
he? Yes. Did he want to? That was
another question all together. If he
had it his way, he’d stay there forever, but he knew they had to hurry and get
out of Antarctica.
Hal
slowly sat himself up. His muscles
still ached from all of the shivering his body had done, but it was
bearable. He rubbed his shoulder,
rolling it around to release the stiffness, then switched sides.
Anja
checked his vital signs again: his
heart rate, blood pressure, pupil response, and body temperature. They were all back to normal.
“How many
fingers am I holding up?” she asked her patient.
Otacon
readjusted his glasses on his face, then looked up at the doctor’s hand.
“Three,”
he answered her.
“Good,”
she stated.
Hal tried
to get to his feet, but he fell backwards, crashing into Dave.
“Whoa! Easy!” he steadied his friend. “One step at a time.”
Otacon
sat back up and took in some deep breaths.
He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Anja took
out her stethoscope to listen to his lungs.
They sounded clear, all traces of wheezing gone.
“I want
you to sit up for a few minutes before you try that again.” the doctor
said. “Then we’ll see how to go from
there.”
Otacon
nodded in acknowledgement.
Raiden
went over to the engineer, crouching beside him. His breath swirled in clouds around him. “I’m glad you’re alright. You had us all scared for awhile there.”
Hal
looked up at Raiden’s new mechanical parts.
He was intrigued by the technology, but decided to ask later. He shifted his gaze to the floor. “Sorry,” he said simply, maintaining his
uncharacteristic silence.
“Well the
important thing is that you’re still here,” Jack told him, standing back
up. He walked over to the far corner of
the lab and activated his codec.
***
Mei
Ling’s beautifully manicured nails were now bitten down to the quick. She hadn’t heard from neither Dave, Hal, nor
Jack in the last ten hours. The silence
was beginning to eat away at her.
She had
been monitoring the radar carefully.
Not that it told her much about what was going on, but it did comfort
her to be able to see their positions on the map.
Mei was
startled as her ear began to ring.
Anxiously, she answered the call.
“Jack!”
she almost shouted, relieved to hear from him.
“Hi,
Princess.”
“What’s
the situation?”
“Things
are better than they were,” he told her.
“We’re still trying to get Otacon well enough to follow us out of here.”
“Oh, my!”
she gasped. “What happened to Otacon?”
“Someone
removed his sneaking suit’s computer and threw him in a freezer. The hypothermia almost killed him, but
fortunately for us, Dr. Raznov is somewhat of an expert in that area.”
“Thank
God he’s alright.”
“How are
you holding up, Princess?” Jack asked.
“Well,
I’m tired. I haven’t slept much since
you three left Russia. It just seems as
if you’ve been gone forever. It is as
they say: ‘A watched pot never
boils.’” Mei sighed, rubbing her
black-ringed, sleep-deprived eyes.
“It’ll
all be over soon,” Raiden assured her.
“Dr. Raznov’s got a plan to get us all out of here.”
“Really?”
He gave a
verbal nod. “Mhmmm. I’m gonna pilot Metal Gear back to New York,
then we’re going to run the self-destruct sequence and destroy it.”
“You know
how to pilot a Metal Gear?” Mei questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s a
bit complicated, but I’ll explain how later,” he replied, fingering his
implants in an exploratory manner. He
was still not used to the constant blinking of lights in his peripherals.
“I see.”
“Oh, and
that reminds me. Can you have a boat
waiting for us?” Jack asked her.
“Yeah,
sure!” she replied. “Just send the
coordinates when you’re ready to destroy ‘Shadow’.”
“Will
do,” he returned. “We should be there
within the next twenty-four hours or so.
Get back to New York ASAP!”
“I can’t
wait to see you again,” said Mei.
“Me
neither.” Jack blew her a kiss. “Bye, Princess.”
The call
ended and Mei Ling got up from where she was sitting. She smiled to herself as she packed up her things.
The woman
was trying to be optimistic about their return, considering they’ll be in
possession of an undetectable, almost indestructible, walking battle tank. She looked forward to picking up where she
had left off with Jack.
***
“Alright. I think it’s safe to try standing again,”
said Anja. “Nathair. Could you help him up?”
Snake
nodded. He grabbed Hal underneath his
arms, then hoisted him slowly to his feet.
He then draped his friend’s arm over his shoulder.
Otacon
wasn’t very steady on his feet yet. He
shifted some of his weight over to Dave.
“Alright,”
Anja said. “Let’s go.”
Otacon
put one foot in front of the other, but one wouldn’t necessarily call it
walking. He was being dragged along
more than he was stepping. Snake
stopped. This wasn’t going to
work. Hal was way too weak to
continue. He crouched down.
“Put your
arms around my neck,” he instructed.
“I’ll carry you.”
“Just go
on and leave me behind, “ Hal said, sitting back down on the floor. “I’m just going to drag you down.”
Snake
knelt down beside him. “I’m not going
to leave you,” he told him firmly. “If
I do, then I’ll have no one to protect me.”
Otacon’s
heart began to pound. Did he mean what
he thought he meant? The engineer
looked up at the mercenary, eyes glossed over with tears.
Snake
grabbed his friend in one of his reassuring hugs. Otacon returned it, squeezing as tight as his sore muscles would
let him.
Raiden
was confused. “Why would the ‘Legendary
Solid Snake’ need protecting?” he wondered.
The two
friends released each other, then Snake gave him a final pat on the
shoulder. They nodded in sync,
understanding fully what each other meant to say. Then, as Jack had witnessed before, they performed a complicated
handshake sequence. It ended with their
hands joined, just as their lives had been since their destined encounter at
Shadow Moses. Dave and Hal were
inseparable.
Snake
offered his back once again and Otacon wrapped his arms and legs around
him. The mercenary grabbed hold of his
cargo and stood up.
“Hang on
tight. It’s going to be one Hell of a
ride.”
Author’s Notes: This
one doesn’t need any explaining either.
Author: The Ice Goddess (FrozenBlueIce)
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid
Feedback: All feedback is welcome, whether it be
negative or positive. I’m trying to
improve on my writing so, please be honest:
frozenblueice@yahoo.com
Pairing: The main pairing of this story is
Snake/Otacon, which is obvious to anyone who knows of my fondness for Hal
Emmerich, so therefore alright to disclose.
There are others, but if I told you what they were, it’d ruin the story.
Series: No.
There may be sequels in the future, but right now that is looking
unlikely due to time constraints.
Rating: PG (this chapter only)
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in previous Metal
Gear Solid video games are the property of Konami Computer Entertainment of
Japan, and of their creator, Mr. Hideo Kojima.
All new characters are the property of The Ice Goddess. This is a work of fanfiction, and in no way,
shape, or form will I receive any monetary compensation for it. It is for entertainment purposes only.
Type: Action/Shounen-ai
Summary: This story takes place one year after the
events of “The Big Shell.” New
information found by Otacon sends Snake back into action. (That’s all I’m revealing!)
Chapter 21: Recovery
Otacon
slowly awoke, warmth and strength returning to his body. He was still laying on the floor where he
had last remembered being, and to his surprise, he was still being cradled in
Dave’s arms.
“He’s
coming to. Jack, hand me a syringe from
the case labeled ‘Adrenal Stimulator- 100 ppm’,” Anja instructed, pointing at
her bag full of supplies.
Snake
looked down at Hal and smiled. “You’re
going to be alright now,” he told him.
“Dr. Raznov reversed all damage caused by hypothermia, save for a few
patches of freeze-burned skin. Those
will heal the same as any sunburn would.”
Hal
simply nodded. He remained silent,
embarrassed for having bared his soul to him.
He just relished in the fact that he was lying in Snake’s arms.
“Can you
sit up?” Dr. Raznov asked him.
Could
he? Yes. Did he want to? That was
another question all together. If he
had it his way, he’d stay there forever, but he knew they had to hurry and get
out of Antarctica.
Hal
slowly sat himself up. His muscles
still ached from all of the shivering his body had done, but it was
bearable. He rubbed his shoulder,
rolling it around to release the stiffness, then switched sides.
Anja
checked his vital signs again: his
heart rate, blood pressure, pupil response, and body temperature. They were all back to normal.
“How many
fingers am I holding up?” she asked her patient.
Otacon
readjusted his glasses on his face, then looked up at the doctor’s hand.
“Three,”
he answered her.
“Good,”
she stated.
Hal tried
to get to his feet, but he fell backwards, crashing into Dave.
“Whoa! Easy!” he steadied his friend. “One step at a time.”
Otacon
sat back up and took in some deep breaths.
He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Anja took
out her stethoscope to listen to his lungs.
They sounded clear, all traces of wheezing gone.
“I want
you to sit up for a few minutes before you try that again.” the doctor
said. “Then we’ll see how to go from
there.”
Otacon
nodded in acknowledgement.
Raiden
went over to the engineer, crouching beside him. His breath swirled in clouds around him. “I’m glad you’re alright. You had us all scared for awhile there.”
Hal
looked up at Raiden’s new mechanical parts.
He was intrigued by the technology, but decided to ask later. He shifted his gaze to the floor. “Sorry,” he said simply, maintaining his
uncharacteristic silence.
“Well the
important thing is that you’re still here,” Jack told him, standing back
up. He walked over to the far corner of
the lab and activated his codec.
***
Mei
Ling’s beautifully manicured nails were now bitten down to the quick. She hadn’t heard from neither Dave, Hal, nor
Jack in the last ten hours. The silence
was beginning to eat away at her.
She had
been monitoring the radar carefully.
Not that it told her much about what was going on, but it did comfort
her to be able to see their positions on the map.
Mei was
startled as her ear began to ring.
Anxiously, she answered the call.
“Jack!”
she almost shouted, relieved to hear from him.
“Hi,
Princess.”
“What’s
the situation?”
“Things
are better than they were,” he told her.
“We’re still trying to get Otacon well enough to follow us out of here.”
“Oh, my!”
she gasped. “What happened to Otacon?”
“Someone
removed his sneaking suit’s computer and threw him in a freezer. The hypothermia almost killed him, but
fortunately for us, Dr. Raznov is somewhat of an expert in that area.”
“Thank
God he’s alright.”
“How are
you holding up, Princess?” Jack asked.
“Well,
I’m tired. I haven’t slept much since
you three left Russia. It just seems as
if you’ve been gone forever. It is as
they say: ‘A watched pot never
boils.’” Mei sighed, rubbing her
black-ringed, sleep-deprived eyes.
“It’ll
all be over soon,” Raiden assured her.
“Dr. Raznov’s got a plan to get us all out of here.”
“Really?”
He gave a
verbal nod. “Mhmmm. I’m gonna pilot Metal Gear back to New York,
then we’re going to run the self-destruct sequence and destroy it.”
“You know
how to pilot a Metal Gear?” Mei questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s a
bit complicated, but I’ll explain how later,” he replied, fingering his
implants in an exploratory manner. He
was still not used to the constant blinking of lights in his peripherals.
“I see.”
“Oh, and
that reminds me. Can you have a boat
waiting for us?” Jack asked her.
“Yeah,
sure!” she replied. “Just send the
coordinates when you’re ready to destroy ‘Shadow’.”
“Will
do,” he returned. “We should be there
within the next twenty-four hours or so.
Get back to New York ASAP!”
“I can’t
wait to see you again,” said Mei.
“Me
neither.” Jack blew her a kiss. “Bye, Princess.”
The call
ended and Mei Ling got up from where she was sitting. She smiled to herself as she packed up her things.
The woman
was trying to be optimistic about their return, considering they’ll be in
possession of an undetectable, almost indestructible, walking battle tank. She looked forward to picking up where she
had left off with Jack.
***
“Alright. I think it’s safe to try standing again,”
said Anja. “Nathair. Could you help him up?”
Snake
nodded. He grabbed Hal underneath his
arms, then hoisted him slowly to his feet.
He then draped his friend’s arm over his shoulder.
Otacon
wasn’t very steady on his feet yet. He
shifted some of his weight over to Dave.
“Alright,”
Anja said. “Let’s go.”
Otacon
put one foot in front of the other, but one wouldn’t necessarily call it
walking. He was being dragged along
more than he was stepping. Snake
stopped. This wasn’t going to
work. Hal was way too weak to
continue. He crouched down.
“Put your
arms around my neck,” he instructed.
“I’ll carry you.”
“Just go
on and leave me behind, “ Hal said, sitting back down on the floor. “I’m just going to drag you down.”
Snake
knelt down beside him. “I’m not going
to leave you,” he told him firmly. “If
I do, then I’ll have no one to protect me.”
Otacon’s
heart began to pound. Did he mean what
he thought he meant? The engineer
looked up at the mercenary, eyes glossed over with tears.
Snake
grabbed his friend in one of his reassuring hugs. Otacon returned it, squeezing as tight as his sore muscles would
let him.
Raiden
was confused. “Why would the ‘Legendary
Solid Snake’ need protecting?” he wondered.
The two
friends released each other, then Snake gave him a final pat on the
shoulder. They nodded in sync,
understanding fully what each other meant to say. Then, as Jack had witnessed before, they performed a complicated
handshake sequence. It ended with their
hands joined, just as their lives had been since their destined encounter at
Shadow Moses. Dave and Hal were
inseparable.
Snake
offered his back once again and Otacon wrapped his arms and legs around
him. The mercenary grabbed hold of his
cargo and stood up.
“Hang on
tight. It’s going to be one Hell of a
ride.”
Author’s Notes: This
one doesn’t need any explaining either.