Everything Happens For A Reason

[Nathan Miller]

 Miller Tag: jackson outfit: guard uniform words: 219 notes: BEGINNING OF MACKSON!!!

The damn thing had come out of nowhere and Miller knew he was going to get a talking to from his dad and probably Kane. Miller had insisted on going out on patrol on his own, not having been in the best of moods since he and Bryan had broken up. Perhaps if he was with someone else, the attack could have been avoided. But as luck would have it, the panther had caught him off guard and sunk its teeth deep into Miller’s leg. Fortunately it couldn’t tear it off because Miller had shot it quick enough to kill the damn thing. His distracted mind didn’t help when he was supposed to be very aware of his surroundings. And as a result, he was being taken to the med bay to be looked after. Jackson immediately approached them by the time Miller was on one of the beds. “I’m fine,” he quickly said, irritated with himself for being so … careless. “Damn thing just caught me off guard.” Though he couldn’t help but instinctively sharply inhale when he felt his pant leg being raised to expose the blood soaked wound. His eyes moved to meet Jackson’s. “No point telling anyone else about this.” Like his dad. Though Arkadia was small . . . he'd most likely find out anyway.

[jackson]

Everything Happens For A Reason Jackson had immediately set to work peeling back layers of fabric and trying to piece together the weave of Miller's flesh. A makeshift tourniquet had been placed to curb the bleeding but the flow continued as soon as it was removed. "Care to elaborate on this story?" He mumbled, pushing Miller over, not unkindly, until he laying on his back. To be honest, Jackson was quite thankful to the river of blood that was maintaining his focus, for he was all too aware of the way his breath had hitched when Miller had been escorted through the doors. More and more Jackson found his brown eyes drawn to the younger man. More and more he strongly felt the stabbing pins and needles of anxiety whenever the other was dispatched. It wasn't right, however, as Nathan was involved with another. With that thought, Jackson knew he had to keep this to himself, but he feared his own leaping concerns were becoming obvious. He knew he had to immerse himself in his task and he did it so efficiently that he neglected to warn the other before bathing the wound in antiseptic, only realizing his mistake when the other flinched and drew a clipped breath through his teeth. "... Sorry about that..." He apologized sheepishly.

^{@ Nathan Miller}

[Nathan Miller]

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Did he want to elaborate on that story? "No," he answered almost teasingly, in that typical smart ass kind of way Miller sometimes spoke in. The tone that would often cause his father to get upset on the Ark. Truth was, Miller didn't want to make it seem like he couldn't handle himself. That he couldn't take care of or protect himself. Because, if there was doubt in that, then there would be doubt in his capabilities to protect others. And Miller found himself guilty for feeling like he didn't want Jackson of all people to see him at his most weak and vulnerable state. "It was a panther," Miller finally admitte. "But, do me a favor and don't tell my dad about this." His father hadn't seen him come in so many, just maybe Miller could get away with him not finding out. He could already hear the lecture of not veering off on his own, in his head. Though part of Miller wondered if Jackson was listening, as he seemed caught in his own mind . . . eyes locking onto him and well, maybe he was just intently focusing on his work. What else could it be after all? Miller was instantly distracted from his thoughts when he felt the painful sting from his wound, a sharp inhalation of breath seeming to break Jackson from whatever his thoughts were as the good doctor apologized. Damn it! Miller did not want to appear weak in front of him. "You call that good bedside manner?" He asked him teasingly . . . flirtatiously? It reminded Miller of the ridiculously large crush he had Jackson back on the Ark. He recalled it well. He was still in school and Jackson was that accomplished individual that one could easily develop an unrealistic crush on, knowing nothing would ever happen. Then . . . Miller had met Bryan and that was the only male who held his attention. Yet, Miller's questionable tone that he asked his question in brought those thoughts rushing back. And well, it wasn't as if he hadn't thought about it. Jackson aged well. Real well. Now, it was Nathan's turn to have zoned out and quickly brought himself back to the present. "How bad is it?" Focus on the wound. That was after all why he was here, wasn't it?