"Engie, once this God forsaken war is over we're going to own a soup shop. You got that?"
"Sure thing, partner"
He knew he didn't have a choice. Everyone told him it was what he would've wanted. But it wasn't right. It just wasn't right.
Well, to be fair, no one had pinned the responsibility on him yet. But the Engineer was not an unintelligent man. He could tell by the way they were all more sympathetic around him that they assumed he would be the one to pull the plug.
Idiots. All of them. Didn't know a thing about him.
He didn't respond; he honestly didn't feel like it. The Texan just wanted to wrap himself up in his little world of machinery and pretend they weren't in the middle of war and his goddamn love was dying.
"Engineer, listen to me"
"Just… Gosh darn it Medic, I'm not in the mood!"
"I know that… You've made it perfectly clear. But there is no negotiating and false hope now. There is nothing more anyone can do."
The Medic was always so cold. It made the Engineer sick. But he was well aware it was the truth, and that's why it worked him up so much. That there was no more negotiating with that senseless woman that screamed at them during battle. Nothing more the medi-gun or any amount of surgery could do.
It was over. Dang nabbit it was over!
He sighed, placing the wrench down gingerly on top of his desk.
"I get it, doc. I'm coming."
No one said a word as he walked over to the Medical Bay. Even Scout was uncharacteristically quiet, and tipped his head up in recognition before jogging off to God-knows-where. Before he could even recite one of his favourite equations the metal doors loomed in front of his eyes.
"I'll leave you alone"
Cool as fucking ice. Darn it.
As the Medic walked out, his stern features never faltering, the Southerner turned to face his dearest. He said nothing at first, but just took in every crack, every scar and every line, because he was well aware that this would be the last chance.
"You promised we'd have a soup shop, Solly. Darn it, what about the soup shop?" Fist connected with table. A long swig of the beer he took with him. It didn't taste of ANYTHING. Everything was just one big tasteless equation he couldn't solve.
Then it all came out. Engineer just fucking sat there and sobbed like a little kid. And boy, he felt like one, absolutely helpless and small and pathetic. He could picture the American scolding him right now for being a 'Pussy-footing nancy boy!' Normally after arguments like that they'd kiss. Oh God, his lips. Those beautiful lips.
He clutched the Soldier's hand. This was so wrong. They were meant to have a happy ending like the stories his ma told him as a kid.
But there's no alternative. He knows it. This is the real world, no happy endings. But they were stubborn 'til the end, both of them.
Engineer picked himself up and walked over to the thing keeping his beautiful Solly alive. And he flicked the switch off almost nonchalantly. Such a small action for a life-changing moment.
He walks back over and whispers "It's alright now partner, it's alright now." But he knows he's just trying to convince himself. He brings his mouth over one last time, kissing his beloved one more time. But the lips he touched were already cold.
He was already gone.