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[youreorangeyoumoron]

✨ WIP Wednesday ✨

I was tagged by @allatariel last week! thank you :)

So I have a couple Margo x Sergei WIPs in store. None of them are particularly polished, though there's always the Brazil one but atm I find it so cringe that I can't bear to look at it.

But! I chose a few paragraphs from this AU that I've been cooking up (letting it stew would be more accurate) about Margo and Sergei babysitting baby Javi.

Now Javi was born in 1988, 89, give or take, which places this fic after Margo and Sergei discuss sushi, and before Sergei successfully goes for the Hand Touch ™. I was curious to write a Margo who's gained a lot of confidence since S2 but still remains a little awkward at times, there's potential for a lot of fun, and for her to reflect on her relationship with Sergei with her newfound confidence. Just what exactly happens in those twelve months in between elevator rides that makes her ready to accept more intimacy with him? Let's rotate her thought process for a bit.

(his divorce helps, lbr, but I'm looking for her "...oh". moment. Which knowing her may take several moments and a severe barrelling through her mental defenses but that's what fanfic is for)

Javi stared intently at the new guy, clenching Margo’s jacket in his little fist. Sergei removed his own jacket and hung it on the hook by the door. His tie came off next, leaving him in his white shirt. He pointed at Javi’s fist. “It’s a very nice jacket. Kids are messy.” Margo glanced down at the kid, saw the death grip he had on her lapel – and a small drool stain from earlier. She sighed. It was a very nice jacket. “Yeah, I should change, I brought a change of clothes. Can you…” She handed Javi to Sergei with fumbling gestures; he pulled the kid into a much more assured embrace, which reassured her. She slowly backtracked into the hallway. Suddenly held by unfamiliar arms, Javi began to whine. Margo winced, gestured towards the kid. “Or he could go on his playmat. Do you want me to…” “No, no, it’s alright.” Sergei began to rock Javi, with a lot more ease than she had. His entire attention was captivated by the baby in his arms. As the whines turned into full-blown cries, Sergei caught the pacifier just in time and set it on the side table. “It’s okay, Tia Margo will be in the next room for a few minutes,” he told Javi in a singsong voice that she could never muster. It shouldn’t surprise her. After all, he was the man who had her playing pretend with him in the Apollo-Soyuz docking module prototype. (For a while this experience had embarrassed her; as of late it had become a fond memory.) Seemed like he had everything under control, Margo mused as she picked up her overnight bag and escaped to Aleida’s room, where she changed out of her work clothes and into the NASA-branded T-shirt and sweatpants that she kept in her office just in case. She had made the right choice calling him over; she loved Javi, but she could use his expertise. When she made her way back to the living room, she was surprised to hear, well… nothing. She found them settled on the couch, Javi held in Sergei’s arms, clutching his bunny with one hand and intently exploring Sergei’s beard with the other. She took a minute to bask in the curious sight of Sergei sharing a special moment with an infant, smiling, sleeves rolled up, slightly dishevelled. Seeing him outside of engineering and in a domestic setting was strange, but also interesting; it was a whole other side of him, that she would otherwise have never gotten to witness. For a reason she couldn’t explain, she found herself unable to look away. Sergei eventually noticed her, and grinned up at her. “He likes the beard.” She nodded. “Me, too.” The phone ringing in the kitchen gave her the perfect opportunity to flee after this slightly too spontaneous compliment. Christ. What was she thinking?

I wish to tag @sparkleplatypuswriter @gabolange @tiltedsyllogism @gordopickett @katesofheaven @caffeinatedcrab

and anybody who would like to do it (if you're reading this but you don't watch FAM it includes you! Join the fun!) (if you do watch FAM consider yourself tagged to the moon and BACK)

[benwvatt]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by the wonderful @tailsbeth-writes and @thesleepyskipper !

enjoy 7 sentences of my RBB fic, which is a college AU in which firstprince run a podcast together. on god's blood, i swear I will finish this story even though it is turning out much harder than I originally thought.

Alex grins, golden in the dying light the sunset affords him. Henry adores him it and feels a crack of bone widen in his chest, in this poorly-put-together ribcage. There’s a chip on Henry's shoulder and it’s been widening, winding its way down for years. Sometimes, he wonders if he’s getting weaker, worse with age. Sure, Henry’s life’s improved in some ways ー he’s left the UK behind, come out, met Alex, started school and the podcast ー but in other ways he was so much brighter as a boy. Before shadows crept across Henry’s windows and whispered in his ears, and before he’d realised just how bitter his grandparents were capable of being, he’d been happier. Alex’s voice trails down, across, over makeshift moors and paragraphs and radio waves.

tagging @siobhanbooks @doctorkepner @likehercules @beachy--head @useragarfield

@thoughtthedormouse @gordopickett @onekisstotakewithme @ladyknightellen @thedramasummer and anyone else interested in participating!

[h4t08]

Music Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @gordopickett 💕

Put your music on shuffle and listen to the first 10 songs + tag 10 people. I have Apple Music, so I’m gonna go to my ‘radio station’ to pull the music from.

1.) Positions - Ariana Grande

2.) Don’t Bring me Down - ELO

3.) Ease my Mind (Come Over) - Nija

4.) Body Touching Body - Buju Benton

5.) How Can I Help You to Say Goodbye - Patty Lovelace

6.) Time After Time - Eva Cassidy

7.) Just my Imagination - The Temptations

8.) Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley with Alison Krauss

9.) Fillin’ My Cup - Hailey Whitters

10.) Paranoid - Black Sabbath

Tagging: @miss-ute @xmagicalmoonx @holy-ships-x-red-lips @gabolange @aimee-jessica @burneddownthegym @mandalamarigold @marymcmagic-hair @bluetrekker12 @a-tardis-at-downton @margospiano

And anyone else who wants to play! 💕

[sparkleplatypuswriter]

10 characters from 10 fandoms

I was tagged by @gordopickett. Thanks friend! Bold of you to assume I have 10 fandoms and am not just hyper-fixated on one 😅 1. Margo Maddison - For All Mankind (I mean - was there any contest for the top spot?) 2. Kathryn Janeway - Voyager 3. Alexis Rose - Schitt's Creek 4. Fleabag - Fleabag 5. Wednesday Addams - Wednesday 6. Charlie Spring - Heartstopper (muffin!!!) 7. Sabrina Spellman - The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 8. Kira Neyrs - Star Trek Deep Space Nine 9. Worf, Son of Mogh - Star Trek The Next Generation (oh god, I love him so much and, like Margo, need him to stop having All the Traumas; I am also cheating because he was in TNG and DS9) 10. Ellie - The Last of Us

Tagging: anyone who wants to play!

[moocowmoocow]

I was tagged by @gordopickett and I have a hard time resisting this one.

The aim is to put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs + tag 10 people.

The Last Song - Rihanna

I Will See You Soon - The School

Legendary Flows - Flau’jae

The Mountain - PJ Harvey

Comeback Kid - Sleigh Bells

New Love - Dua Lipa

B.O.B. - OutKast

God Won’t Get You - Dolly Parton

Sailor Song - First Aid Kit

Margo and Sergei - Jeff Russo & Paul Doucette

I tag @cannibalspicnic @pottsisstarksheart @notmoreflippingelves @notabuddhist @gabolange

@sparkleplatypuswriter @thiswildernessismyhome @winged-mammal @overkill-max

[onekisstotakewithme]

WIP Wednesday (but make it Sunday)

Tagged by the lovely @gordopickett (someday bud, someday I'll join you Properly in FAM fic land).

"Danny. Hi... it's CJ." "Hi." To her relief, he doesn't sound annoyed... or even really all that surprised that she's calling him. "Listen, I uh... I sort of ran out on you last night." "I noticed." She smiles, grateful he can't see her. "I wouldn't have-." "Didn't take it personally. Figured it had to be important." "Yeah, you're right, it... it doesn’t really matter why, does it?” “I may have an inkling of why.” “Still… Think I could make it up to you?" "I'm all ears."

[flamingo24]

10 characters from 10 fandoms

Thank you for the tag @gordopickett !

1. Sergei Nikulov (For All Mankind)

2. Chrisjen Avasarala (The Expanse)

3. Nacho Varga (Better Call Saul)

4. Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

5. Murphy Cooper (Interstellar)

6. Arya Stark (Game of Thrones)

7. Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)

8. Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

9. Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

10. Newt (Maze Runner)

I'm gonna tag @purereflectionsworld @youreorangeyoumoron @ddagent and anyone else who wants to play!

[tavners]

We must add to this because, come on, it’s Dan Sinclair. Son of an Earl. Real name William Jameson. We are small but FIERCE. I’ll tag a couple more peoples to join the manifestation circle: @reveluving @gordopickett

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[redblinkinglights]

Music Tag Game

Tagged by @gordopickett.

The aim is to to put your music into shuffle and list the first 10 songs + tag 10 people. So I’m specifically going to shuffle the playlist I made after watching this show (aka songs from the 1930s to 1980s).

L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole

Devoted to You by The Everly Brothers

To Be Loved by Jackie Wilson

You Make My Dreams (Come True) by Daryl Hall & John Oates

Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra

Sh-Boom (Life Could Be a Dream) byThe Crew Cuts

Staying Alive by Bee Gees

You Don’t Mess Around with Jim by Jim Croce

I Just Want To Celebrate by Rare Earth

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Velli

I haven’t been active enough in tumblr to have 10 people to tag. If anyone wants to do it but never got tagged: Tag, you’re it.

[gordopickett]

And If It’s Not Okay... (For All Mankind post-s2 fix-it fic)

*** Chapter 31 is up! ***

Chapter Title: Astronaut’s Wife

Chapter Summary: Ed goes back home to have a conversation with Karen about their marriage, but it doesn't go as smoothly as he had hoped.

And for anyone who wants to read the chapter here on Tumblr...

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Chapter 31: Astronaut’s Wife

Ed drove back home from Ellington in his two-tone Stingray. He and Gordo had taken the T-38s up again. Ed had been a little concerned at first about Gordo getting back up into the air after what had just happened. A “panic attack,” Gordo had called it.

Ed had listened to Gordo take a few deep, calming breaths before their second takeoff, but after that, Gordo had seemed fine. In the air, they had joked and laughed like normal, giving each other a hard time. They had agreed to a best-of-three in their second round of dogfighting. Gordo kicked Ed’s ass twice in a row.

Gordo had always been an amazing pilot – probably the best pilot Ed knew – but Gordo seemed more confident in the air lately than he had in years. Since before their first mission to Jamestown. Gordo’s renewed confidence reminded Ed of how he had been ten or fifteen years earlier. He was an even better pilot nowadays. He wasn’t arrogant like he had been back then, but he had faith in his skills as a pilot.

Despite the panic attacks, despite everything he had been through, Gordo still came alive when he was in a cockpit. And Ed was proud of him for doing that. He was proud of Gordo for immediately facing his fear and getting back into the cockpit at Ellington. Ed could tell that Gordo had changed tremendously over the past few months. He still had his demons. He still had his fears. But he wasn’t letting those things hold him back any longer. Ed was glad to see it.

And even more than that, Ed felt inspired by it.

He had been afraid to talk to Karen. Afraid of what might happen. Afraid she would tell him that their marriage was over. That she wanted out.

But Ed was ready to talk now. He wanted to make things work. He wanted to stay married and fix whatever had broken between them. He was ready to let Karen know how he felt.

After climbing out of the T-38s, Ed and Gordo had made plans to meet up at the Pine Grill at the Shamrock the next evening. In the meantime, Ed was going back home to talk to Karen.

Ed rolled up in the driveway and went into the house. He found Karen at the kitchen table, balancing the checkbook. There were papers scattered over the surface of the table, but Ed didn’t look at them.

“Hey,” he said, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen.

Karen looked up, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked him over. He was still wearing his flight suit, but he had removed his parachute pack and left it in the car with his flight bag.

“Hi,” Karen said, looking at him curiously. “Where are you headed?”

“Nowhere,” he said. “I just got back from Ellington. Gordo and I took up a couple of jets.”

“Oh,” she said, setting down the checkbook. “Everybody okay? Nobody had to be rescued from the Gulf this time?”

“No.” Ed smiled sheepishly. “No, everyone is fine.”

“That’s good.” She paused briefly. “How are you?” she asked. “How’s Kelly?”

“We’re...okay,” he said. “You?”

“I’m okay.”

He nodded slowly, letting his gaze wander around the kitchen, not looking at anything in particular.

“What’s going on, Ed?” she asked finally.

He scratched at the back of his neck, and as he lowered his hand, he said, “I was hoping we could talk.” He paused. “About us.”

“Okay,” she said. “Are you sure?”

He looked at her. He thought he was sure. He had been sure on the drive over. But now, looking at Karen sitting in their kitchen, he wasn’t so sure. His fear about the future of their marriage was returning. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, thinking about Gordo getting back in the T-38 after his panic attack. If he could do that, Ed could surely have a conversation with his wife.

Finally, Ed nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“All right,” Karen said, setting the checkbook down on the table. “Would you like to start?”

Ed hesitated. He didn’t know how to begin. He didn’t know what Karen was thinking or what she wanted for their relationship.

Ed thought about what he wanted. He took a deep breath and said, “I don’t want to get divorced.”

Karen nodded slowly but said nothing.

Unable to read how she was feeling or what she was thinking, he said, “I don’t know what happened.” He hesitated, stammering a bit as he continued. “With—with us. I don’t—I don’t know what went wrong.” He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. “I want to fix it, though. I want…” He trailed off and sighed softly. “I want us to be okay.”

Karen studied him for a long time. Ed still couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“Thank you,” she said finally. “For wanting to talk about us.”

He nodded and slowly walked towards the table where she sat. “What, um—How are you...feeling about it? About us?”

Karen took a deep breath. She looked down at the table where the papers were scattered about. He glanced down as well, noting, among other things, a pamphlet for William and Mary.

“I’m glad you want to fix things,” she said, looking up at him again. “I do too.”

Ed exhaled a relieved sigh. “Good.”

“But we have a lot of work to do, Ed.”

“Okay,” he said, taking a seat to her left at the table. “You said you think we need counseling.”

“I do.”

He nodded. “If that’s what it takes to fix things, we can do that.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, almost in a whisper. She looked down at the table again, absently fingering the corner of the William and Mary pamphlet.

He glanced down at it. He knew Kelly had been considering William and Mary, but he was pretty sure that she had since decided on the Naval Academy. Ed wondered why Karen had the pamphlet out.

“That’s not all, though,” Karen said.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re an astronaut, Ed,” she began. He didn’t know where she was going with it, so he waited for her to continue. “Your whole life has been about the Navy and NASA. Which means that my whole life has been about those things too.”

She looked at him, and Ed wondered if he was supposed to understand what she was getting at. He didn’t.

“After Shane, I stopped caring so much about being the dutiful astronaut’s wife. And when I bought The Outpost, I thought I was carving my own path.”

Ed nodded his agreement.

“But that’s not true,” Karen said.

Ed furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Sure, I owned a bar. But it’s an astronaut bar. The astronauts still hang out there. Other people come in, hoping to get a glimpse of an astronaut and to buy astronaut trinkets and baubles.” She went quiet for a moment.

“I—I don’t understand.”

“My whole life still revolves around the space program. Around your career.” She paused. “I love you, Ed. And I support you. I do.”

“Okay,” he said, dragging out the word. “But?”

“But I need something just for me, Ed. I’ve never had that.”

Ed shook his head, confused. “What are you saying?”

She searched his eyes for a long moment before saying, “I’m thinking about going to business school.”

Ed opened his mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say. He would support her – of course he would – but he didn’t understand why she seemed hesitant to tell him.

“I need to be able to do something for myself. I want that, Ed.”

“Okay,” he said, still confused. “I think that’s great, Karen. You should do something for yourself.”

She glanced down at the table again. Ed followed her gaze, eyeing the William and Mary pamphlet again. His stomach knotted.

“Wait,” he uttered. “Are you…”

She looked up at him, and he could tell that she was bracing for his reaction.

“No,” he said. “You’re—You’re wanting to go to William and Mary?”

“I’m thinking about it,” she said, holding his gaze.

He got up from his seat. He paced for a few seconds and then stopped, looking at Karen who remained at the table. “You want to go to school halfway across the country?”

“Like I said, Ed, I’m thinking about it.”

“How are we supposed to work on our marriage when you’re in Virginia?”

“This semester has already begun, so the earliest I could start would be the spring semester. We would still have months before I would need to leave.”

“‘Leave,’” Ed muttered with a wry chuckle. “You want to leave?”

“What’s the big deal, Ed? You leave all the time. And space – hell, the moon – is a hell of a lot farther than the east coast.”

“That’s…” Ed trailed off, not sure what to say. She had a point. He hated that she had a point, but she did.

“Don’t say ‘that’s different,’ Ed. It’s not. Your entire career – our entire marriage – has been based on you leaving. Going to war. Going to space.”

“Yeah, but…” Ed waved a hand, unsure how to continue. It felt different to him, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“But what, Ed? Is it because it’s me leaving this time? It’s okay as long as you are the one who gets to leave, but it’s not okay if it’s me. Is that it?”

“I…” That was part of it, but Ed didn’t want to admit it. He knew that would only anger Karen. “I thought you wanted to work on our marriage.”

“I do, Ed. It doesn’t have to be either-or. We can do both.”

“How?” he demanded, raising his voice. “You’ll be gone for months at a time.”

“You were on the moon for months, Ed,” she said plainly.

“Yeah, but—But we still talked. We had the video comms.”

“We can still do that,” Karen said. “I’ll get a comm for my apartment in Virginia.”

“Your…” Ed shook his head in disbelief. “Your apartment?”

“Yeah, I don’t imagine I’ll stay in the dorms.”

“I don’t—You’ve already decided this, haven’t you?”

“I haven’t,” she said. “Not for sure. But it is something I’m seriously considering, Ed.”

“I…” Ed trailed off, shaking his head again. He didn’t understand what was happening. “I came here to talk about us,” he said, his voice strained with emotion. “And now you’re telling me you want to leave. You want to go halfway across the country instead of staying here to work on our marriage.”

“Not ‘instead of,’” Karen said.

“I don’t—I can’t listen to this right now.” Eyes stinging, Ed turned and headed for the door.

“Ed,” Karen said from behind him.

Something screamed at him to stop. To turn around and go back. To finish talking with Karen and figure things out. But he didn’t listen. He stormed out the front door, hopped in his Corvette, and sped towards the Shamrock.

[margospiano]

Thanks for tagging me @gordopickett ✨

List of 10 characters from 10 fandoms

1) For All Mankind - Sergei Nikulov

2) The Newsroom - Mackenzie McHale

3) Andor - Mon Mothma

4) Peaky Blinders - Grace Burgess

5) Downton Abbey - John Bares

6) Grey’s Anatomy - Cristina Yang

7) New Amsterdam - Elizabeth Wilder

8) Ted Lasso - Rebecca Walton

9) The Boys - Stormfront

10) Suits - Donna Paulsen

Not tagging anyone because I don’t know people yet but feel free to get on the happy train 🚂

[benwvatt]

wip wednesday

tagged by @firenati0n @thesleepyskipper and @fullsunsets! thank you all!

My current priority WIP is for the 911 fandom, and it's super short right now, so enjoy a smattering of my stories!

tagging @crime-wives @siobhanbooks @gordopickett @onekisstotakewithme @tailsbeth-writes

@tinyarmedtrex @yojfull @useragarfield @likehercules @littlerosette

@binkitten @blueeyedgrlwrites @caterpills @suseagull04 @doctorkepner

@beachy--head and whoever else wants to join!

The one where Bea grieves

“Are you… hungry?” Henry asks. “No.” “Alright. I’m going to fill my water glass. And maybe, if you want to, I can bring you back a sleeve of crackers.” Bea purses her lips. “Okay.” “Fine, then.” Henry walks away. He sounds like he wants to sound angry, but can’t bring himself to. “Your choice.” “Thanks,” she says, hand pressed to one of the squares etched into the door. “He’s…” Philip says, “trying? We were scared, for a moment.” She nods. “We didn’t know if something had happened to you, Bea. Don’t scare us like that.”

2. Extra snippets from podcast AU, which I miiiight turn into a sequel. Or prequel. We'll seeeeeeee.

Henry decides he wants Alex, and, as that simply isn’t an option, he opts to rapidly build, and fall back upon, a Victorian fainting couch. Henry runs a science podcast whose truest, most secret mission is to unravel why on earth he’d had the dirty luck to catch feelings for his straight roommate.

3. Sequel to my earlier 9-1-1 fic, which is about Eddie Diaz + comphet!

Eddie remembers Bobby’s homemade pizzas, the way Hen hoards the olives to herself (Chimney, too, come to think of it; he does it for her, giving the mason jar to her first before he sprinkles them over his dinner; they really are best friends) but Buck’s face sours at even the smell of olives, lips pursing, laughing; in fitful bursts, white headlights flash through the windows and Eddie groans, not wanting this cursed light on his face; come on, he looks at the clock; it’s 11:38 and he still hasn’t slept. Before he can bear it, his alarm clock blares in fitful bursts and his slack wrist falls across the bedside dresser, flapping around in search of the off button. Eddie finds it, and the clock falls silent for five… ten… twenty minutes before he’s groaning, eyes set on the red numbers; FUCK!

[sparkleplatypuswriter]

WIP Title Ask Meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or however many ppl you want, as I did).

Tagged by @gordopickett and @allatariel. Thanks folks :) Gosh. I actually have so few WIPs right now, and my titles are lacking. But here they are! For All Mankind

Fitting

Fitting Prequel

Fitting Cut for Time One-shots (yes this is a whole series, spanning like 10 years. *face-palm*)

A quick study

Road Trip AU

Sergei meets Muriel

Voyager

Attached

VOY/FAM Crossover

Tagging: @mandalamarigold, @moocowmoocow, @h4t08, @gabolange, and @go-tell-the-bees

[tavners]

We ( @gordopickett and I) wanted more for you Greg you sweet bean 💙🩵

Greg | Triangle (2009) | Dir. Christopher Smith

[onekisstotakewithme]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to @gordopickett for the tag on this one too, the least I can do is oblige with some pre-canon astro-wives!

"It's about the program." Tracy blinks. "Oh?" Marge, if she were a lesser woman, would look flustered, but she merely offers Tracy a calm smile. "I'm sure you understand, the astronauts and their families, we're expected to project a certain.... well, image." "Yeah, yeah, Gordo mentioned something about that." "But probably not in too much detail. You know how men are, they see a shiny astronaut pin and... well, they're not much for details." Tracy thinks of everything Gordo has told her about his training, and wonders if that's actually true, but to be polite, she nods. "And you're just so young, and... we *must* be on our best behaviour, Tracy. We must be graceful, and beautiful, and supportive. We can't... afford a scene." "Yeah." Tracy wishes she had a cigarette. "I got all that."

(yeah this is a tiny bite more than seven sentences. whelp.)

[gordopickett]

And If It’s Not Okay... (For All Mankind post-s2 fix-it fic)

*** Chapter 23 is up! ***

Chapter Summary:  Ed comes back to the Shamrock Hotel to find Kelly upset. He wants her to talk to him, but she is hesitant to tell him what's wrong.

Chapters: 23/? Fandom: For All Mankind (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gordo Stevens/Tracy Stevens, Ed Baldwin/Karen Baldwin Characters: Gordo Stevens, Tracy Stevens, Ed Baldwin, Danielle Poole, Danny Stevens, Jimmy Stevens, Karen Baldwin, Kelly Baldwin, Margo Madison, Molly Cobb, Buzz Aldrin, Neil Armstrong, Sam Cleveland, Ellen Wilson (mentioned), Larry Wilson (mentioned), Wayne Cobb (mentioned) Additional Tags: Episode: s02e10 The Grey (For All Mankind), canon until it's not, Fix-It, fam - Freeform, Alternate Universe, Alternate Timeline, Jamestown - Freeform, El Gordo, Welcome Home Party, Gordo's weight loss, Injury Recovery, Fix It Fic, For All Mankind fix it fic, For All Mankind fix it, Michael Dorman, post season 2 fix it fic, Friendship, Male Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Female Friendship, Established Relationship, weight loss, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Joel Kinnaman - Freeform, Marriage, Divorce, Therapy, Naval Academy, NASA, Ellington Air Force Base, Shamrock Hotel Series: Part 1 of For All Mankind Summary:

***FOR ALL MANKIND S1 & S2 SPOILERS AHEAD***

I just finished watching season 2 of For All Mankind for the first time, and I am in much need of a fix-it fic, so here it is.

Gordo & Tracy fix the nuclear reactor's coolant system and return to the Jamestown airlock. Everything after this is my alternate universe/timeline wherein they both survive and have a chance to face the world (& beyond) together again.