A/N: So, I just kinda realized that maybe describing various reactions to Bi-Polar Disorder may be upsetting, So, I Appologize for that. My mom and sisters are diagnosed Bi-Polar (And I'm only mildly affected, not enough to get diagnosed, but, you know (Shrugs)).

My mom has long periods of calm, but every so often it swaps, and she'll go a few days in a manic period or a few days so depressed she doesn't want to leave bed and snarls and mutters and broods. My older sister goes from focused, cheerful energy to shouting frustration to tears at small provokations, and my little sister will go from relaxed to full on paranoid anxiety attacks over small things (Though mostly cars).

I'm a relatively cheerful person, but, every so often, I'll have a few days were I just cannot stand being around people, I'll feel tired and sad and just want to curl up in my room and sleep or cry and if you try and pull me out I tend to get growly, I always feel bad about it afterwards because, like, I know it's not anyone's actual fault, but, yeah.

Bi-Polar Disorder isn't fun, guys.

Anyways, here's the next one~!

Reflections

Chapter Four: Drifting

Figgy was carefully bandaging her hand as they rode in the back of one of her Boss's glammed-out red-and-gold limo's, said Boss sprawled out on the other seat, watching them with a calculating expression as he sipped cognac from a glass tumbler. He was making Figgy nervous, making him twitch and babble and Tesla could only sigh as her brother effectively threw her under the bus.

"I can't believe you bitch-slapped a Kaiju, oh my God, Sparky," he complained as he finished up the bandage with a neat little bow. "I mean, Jesus, people say I have no survival instinct!" Tesla snorted as Hannibal set his drink down. With emphasis.

"You did what now?" He asked lowly, and Figgy yipped a little, shrinking instinctively into Tesla's shoulder and offering a weak, half-assed grin at the mobster. Tesla sighed and threw her bad arm over her brothers shoulder and curled the bandaged hand against his arm comfortingly even as she bared her teeth in a grim smile at her boss.

"I bitch-slapped Otachi for trying to snatch my brother," she told him, something dark and vicious and not-all-stable curling her lips further, into a snarl. "And I'll do it again, and again, 'til I'm burned to ash and she's got somethin' to remember the Human Race by," she snarled, and Figgy is reacting, reaching across her to grab her uninjured hand which, huh, she hadn't even realized it was in a fist, fingers cramping from her white-knuckled tenseness.

"And I sincerely appreciate not ending up dead, because, you know, I like living?" He tried to cheer her up, nervous grin tight and forced, eyes darting towards Hannibal and back, and a cautious, nervous Oh God/Don't Piss Off The Gangster/God He's Scary/But Hot/So Hot/Daddy Is Right/Wait No/BAD THOUGHTS/Oh Damn It/Return Of The Why!Boner/Jesus had her anger abating into a snort/giggle that had her brother flushing and smacking at her ineffectively, which had her laughing harder as he whined and tried to cover her mouth, all but straddling her as she fought him off with a cackle.

"Shut up you ass!" He complained, embarrassed, and, giggling, she leaned up and coiled her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down so they were full-on cuddling, pressed tight against one another and snuggling closer.

"Christ," Hannibal muttered exasperatedly. "Didn't know I'd get dinner and a show." The Gieszler Twins looked at him, blinking in confusion, before realizing that they weren't, exactly, in a platonic-seeming position.

"Oh My God No!" They both complained loudly, without moving, because fuck people and their weird thoughts, seriously.

"We're not, like, into each other or anything, Jesus," Figgy complained, and they both grimaced, because ew.

"We've shared fuck buddies every so often, but, we're not into doing any of that, for fucks sake," she added, shuddering. "Seriously, we can be kinky,"

"Hell yeah, because, you know, Rockstars," Figgy crowed with a playful grin that had Hannibal snorting.

"But incest? Not a thing, like, ever," Tesla continued.

"Seriously, not even a curious 'what would that be like?' kind of thought," Figgy continued. "And it's pretty much a deal breaker in the bedroom, which is, you know, pretty rare since we can pretty much go along with some fucked up things." He flushed, and Tesla hummed with a smirk, catching a couple of very telling memories from their Link.

"Remember that Physic's Professor who came to lecture?" She asked slyly, and Figgy groaned at those memories, hiding his flushed face in her neck as Why Sparky Why/No Boner Go Away/Damn It All/Worst Sister EVER flared across their link. "His Hand's were huge," she sighed pointedly, grinning over at her Boss as Figgy whined high in his throat and made a half-hearted flailing motion as if to cover her mouth. "He tied us both up and spanked us raw, then he totally left us hanging with orders not to even think about touching ourselves and that he'd see us after his lecture, which was, like, what, four hours later?" She asked, nudging Figgy, who groaned and nodded into her neck.

"Yeah," he sighed, sulking now but not really upset. "And he was, like, hung, seriously, go Bulgaria for that, Amen," he murmured, eyes half lidded as they both shivered and grinned the exact same big, goofy grin. "Pity he had to leave a couple days later, but damn what a weekend," he sighed happily and Tesla hummed in agreement. Hannibal's low, deep chuckle startled Figgy, who had, honestly, forgotten he was even there, and the dark, gold-painted grin was enough to make the both of them flush and shift a but awkwardly, even as the mobster didn't say a thing, just pointedly sipping his cognac and slowly flexing his massive hands and, okay, yeah, that was deliberate and the siblings shared a look.

Why Exactly Haven't You Fucked Him Yet? Figgy wondered, and Tesla could only shrug helplessly. I Like Living/Knife Fetish/Fantastic Spank Bank Material Though she though back, and got a shiver and an Oh Fuck/I'm Doomed/WE'RE Doomed as Hannibal outright laughed at them, earning twin pouts.

"We're here, braniacs," he told them, still chuckling as the gorgeous, terrifying Yun pulled the door open, cold gaze unblinking as she stared at the two of them without any expression.

"I can't tell if she's, like, disapproving of us cuddling or, like, contemplating murder or something," Figgy muttered, probably too loud since Hannibal snorted and Yun's expression, somehow, chilled further.

"Dude," Tesla muttered back, "Stop trying to piss off the people I work with. You don't see me trawling your lab for your Bestie, do you?" Figgy pouted, but then he got a hilariously Oh My God expression of realization.

"Jesus, I never introduced you to Hermann," he muttered, startled, and Tesla blinked.

"Huh... You never did." The two of them consider that as they move out of the car. The realization, however, has to wait, as the Harvesters within Otachi run afoul of what appears to be a fetus Kaiju, Jesus Christ, which almost manages to make its half-blind way all the way to her brother before Tesla is lunging forward, that low, simmering rage back at the forefront of her entire being as she slams herself against the Baby's umbilical-cord-wrapped throat, snarling furiously, blindly enraged as it squeals and trills as she manages to over balance it, more out of surprise and its own lack of coordination than her force, but she stands, panting heavily, as it struggles and wriggles on its side, half-formed arm-wings tangling in membrane and umbilical cord, screeching horribly loud with its glowing blue mouth wide as it gasped against it personal noose.

"I told you to stay the fuck away from my brother," she snarls, stalking over, uncaring of Figgy calling her name as she lunges up onto its shoulders, because her hands are curling around the foot-thick cord, her foot digging into the back of the Baby's neck as it writhes, and she's pulling back, her whole weight into it, snarl on her face as the Baby tries to cry out and only chokes faster. It rears, trying to throw her off, and nearly succeeds, slipery as it is, but, the bandages on her burnt hand actually help, providing traction as she digs both feet into its neck, heaving with all her might and digging rage-filled claws into the weak, fluttering ghost Drifting in the back of her head, the Precursors howling and hissing and the Otachi Clone's that in the wing snarling and promising to punish once they caught her, but she didn't care.

It took three minutes for Baby to die, not even a flicker in the back of her head telling her it still lived, and then she's letting it go, hopping down off its corpse, and stalking away, hands shaking and shoulders hunched with that cold/hot rage, shoving it down as Newton is scrambling up off the ground and fluttering around her, trying to sooth her while babbling about how bad ass she was and wondering about the reasons the fetus could exist when, hello, Kaiju were clones and, hey, look! Intact Fetus Brain!

"Just..." She sighs out, shaking her head as the rage finally, finally, slides away, leaving her shaky and ill-feeling, exhausted and grim. "Shut up and get the PONs ready," she murmured, and her adorably fluttery little hummingbird brother cuddled her close and tight in a hug, letting her lean heavily against him for a moment, before she mentaly gave him a swat and a Get Going Now/Adorable Asshole/Work To Do/No Rest For Rockstars that gets a laugh out of him before he's flounce away and she's lowering herself onto a hunk of rubble as Hannibal drifts over, panting for breath and trying to be suave.

"Kid, that had to be the craziest, most ridiculously bad Ass thing I have ever seen in my life," He told her bluntly; she offered a grim smile.

"I don't take well to assholes hounding my brother," she told him wearily, leaning back and closing her eyes. She must doze off for a bit, or something, her mind tiredly following Figgy's progress as he starts shoving things together for optimal work. It's about then that Hermann arrives, severe and rigid and painfully stiff as he starts scolding Newt for running off without back-up.

"He's got your number, Figgy," she calls out groggily, to tired to focus on sending the message mentally as she's already staggering to her feet.

"Shut up, Sparky," he complains automatically, and she laughs as she shuffles over to the grim-faced doctor.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, Doctor Gottlieb," she tells him warmly, completely honest because this is the man her little brother has been sharing his space with, the man who both drives him up the wall and is his dearest friend. The doctor eyes her uncertainly, face neutral, before he offers a stiff, painfully polite smile and a firm, if quick, handshake.

"Yes, well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage, Madame," He told her, and she smiled cheerfully.

"Doctor Tesla Gieszler, at your service," she told him cheerfully. "I'm Newton's Mirror Twin," she told him and, yeah, she used her oft-ignored title, because, while she hadn't gone straight into the teaching circuit, like Figgy had, she had earned six doctorates alongside her twin. She'd just opted for "Private" instead of Public work.

"I... I see," he muttered, blinking rapidly. "Doctor Gieszler... er, Newton, speaks of you, on occasion, usually when he is babbling on about some ridiculous theory he has and how you would help him on it instead of scolding him about leaving organs on the floor!" He raised his voice at this earning a middle-finger salute from her brother from where he's gathering the equipment to start the interface for the Drift.

About then, Hermann's phone went off, the doctor shuffling away to answer it, shouting over the wind, and Tesla moved to help her brother, pulling a couple of PONs unit's out of their travel box.

"TWO?!" Herman shouted, aghast, and shaking his head. "That's not right, not right at all! Newton!" He turned shouting up at her brother as he sank the probe into the Baby's brain. "There are only Two Kaiju signatures in the Breach, not the three I predicted!"

"Hermann!" Her brother shouted back, edging his mania and hysteria hard now as he struggled with the sharp probe. "I haven't exactly had a very good day, okay?!" He heaved and strained against the probe as it slowly sank. "We've got about five... minutes..." He heaved.

"Should be three," Hermann snapped, but Newton ignored him.

"...Before Brain Death occurs here!" He gasped, finally done and hopping down of Baby's head. "I don't time to talk about your theory!"

"This is all wrong," Hermann continued determinedly, tone urgent as Tesla begins to shift things around, superciliously setting the computer up for an extra PONs, a faint smile curling her lips as they two argued. Boys/So Cute/Always Trouble/Try To Be Patient she sent to her brother, getting back a rapid-fire No Time/Gotta Go Now/Hurry Hurry!/Damn It Hermann that made her chuckle.

"Newton, I am not wrong!" Hermann snapped, turning towards the computer. "And there is only one way to make sure, and that is to do this... Together..." he trails off, staring at the screen that's set for three PONs, and Tesla grins impishly as she holds out one of the helmets.

"It's good to have you on board, Doctor Gottlieb," she tells him, Figgy already putting a PONs on her head and curling the stabilizing cord around her throat.

"Thank you," Newton tells her, before turning large, vulnerable eyes on Hermann, who is staring at the two of them with his own large eyes. "You'd really do this for me... Well, with me? Us?" He manages gesticulating awkwardly. Hermann's face sort of softens, and he offers a nervy, half-smile.

"Well, with Worldwide Destruction a certain alternative," he said, a nervous attempt at teasing. "Do I really have a choice?" And, yeah, Tesla could feel the depth of that answer in her brother, that emotional clinging of the realization that He's Got My Back/Dude Wow/Hermann... as he blinked back tears and offered the brightest grin she'd seen in hours.

"Say it with me, my man," He orders, holding up a hand for a strong grip, grinning. "We are going to own this bad boy!" Hermann awkwardly starts to shake the hand, then tries and pat it, but, kudos to him, he doesn't really hesitate in replying.

"By Jove, we are going to own this... Thing for sure!" He agrees enthusiastically, and Tesla can't help but let out a sharp laugh and grip their hands between both of her own.

"Damn straight," she agreed gleefully. "For science and mankind!"

"Hell yeah!" Newt crowed, and Hermann let out a strangely adorable little huff-snort-laugh and grinned brightly at the two.

"Let's get this thing started," he urged, and the three of them moved, quickly securing their PONs and checking one anothers, no time for egos or gestures of grandeur. Once they had the machines ready, Newton grabbed the control switch.

"You ready for this?" He called; Hermann let out a short, nervous breath and nodded, and Tesla patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"All's good, Figgy," she agreed aloud; they turned to face the Baby.

"Initiating Neural Handshake in five, four, three, two, one," he counted down, and activated the switch, and, suddenly, they were Together, and everything went blue.

Flashes of one anothers lives, important parts and small, intimate little flickers of lives, and then They were Connected to the Hive, and They Knew.

The connection broke, and They were themselves again, the Twin's bad eyes bleeding, nose running with fresh blood, and the phantom twists in their stomach the only warning they had before Hermann was bent over a toilet.

"We have to warn them," Tesla muttered hoarsely, and Newton was nodding shakily as Hermann straightened, wiping his mouth with his 'kercheif.

"The Jaegers, the Breach," he managed, shaking and jittery. "The Plan!"

"It won't work," Hermann hissed, and, damn it all, wasn't that just a kick in the nuts?

"Let's go," she orders, and the two men nod.

They have a World to Save.

A/N: Oh god Food Coma ugh