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Title: Jealousy
Pairing: one sided Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta-ed.
Disclaimer: Made up stuff.
Summary: It's none of Fick's business, but he really wishes it was. Can be read independently or as a sequel of sorts to Unconditional Surrender.
The key to understanding Colbert seemed to be understanding the relationship between him and Person. Fick found himself inventing excuses to go by Team One's HM-V after dark, found himself trying to determine if Person was the naturally handsy, affectionate type, or if it was Colbert elicited that reaction. Because Person was constantly touching the sergeant. Small touches, nothing suspicious. A brush of their knees when they squatted side by side discussing maneuvers. Person wiping dust from Colbert's drawn face when they climbed out of their Ranger Graves in the morning. Nothing to indicate they were anything but good friends. But Fick couldn't help but imagine, with a sickening lurch of his stomach, that there was more to it than that.
Pairing: one sided Lt. Nate Fick x Sgt. Brad Colbert
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta-ed.
Disclaimer: Made up stuff.
Summary: It's none of Fick's business, but he really wishes it was. Can be read independently or as a sequel of sorts to Unconditional Surrender.
The key to understanding Colbert seemed to be understanding the relationship between him and Person. Fick found himself inventing excuses to go by Team One's HM-V after dark, found himself trying to determine if Person was the naturally handsy, affectionate type, or if it was Colbert elicited that reaction. Because Person was constantly touching the sergeant. Small touches, nothing suspicious. A brush of their knees when they squatted side by side discussing maneuvers. Person wiping dust from Colbert's drawn face when they climbed out of their Ranger Graves in the morning. Nothing to indicate they were anything but good friends. But Fick couldn't help but imagine, with a sickening lurch of his stomach, that there was more to it than that.