#private wierzbowski

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Aliens (1986)

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Hicks/Hudson — a continuation of this

They’re sitting together in the mess hall, trays in front of them. Hicks is watching Hudson as he and Wierzbowski joke, smiling indulgently whenever Hudson glances at him. Their own game of silent encouragement, a private affair that meant more to Hicks each time they played. Hudson grins at him, bright, full of energy- a ray of sunshine in the black depths of space, within the dull metal confines of the Sulaco. He doesn’t know why, but something Wierzbowski says catches his attention.

“You’ve got guts, that’s for sure.”

Hicks laughs, wiping the last of the tears from his eyes as he looks up at Hudson. Hudson had guts. Of course he’d found a way to survive, out here on this shithole of a moon. Hudson shakes his head, but he’s laughing a little too.

“God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, tough guy.” Hicks smiles, still laying on his back, Hudson still on top of him. He wonders if Hudson remembers those nights on shore leave as well as he does. Hudson’s hair is shaggy and there are shadows under his eyes. They’re both older, worse for wear, but the smile Hudson flashes him makes Hicks feel like it’s their first day meeting again. He feels alive.

Hudson stands, holding his hand out to Hicks to help him up. Once he’s back on his feet, Hicks shoulders his bag and starts to follow Hudson. His friend, his lover, his world. Hudson tells him stories as they walk, filling him in on all that missed time. Hicks will find out on his own when Hudson pulls off his chest plate and shirt to go to bed, revealing all those fresh scars. Hicks will put himself in the same position, showing the extent of the acid burns that twist their way down from his forehead to his ribs. Ignoring, of course, the small, layered scars on his arm from all of Weyland’s injections. Hudson doesn’t ask about them, but that doesn’t mean the gears aren’t turning.

Hicks can’t remember the last time he’d seen genuine sympathy in someone’s eyes. It had always been pity. He can feel himself starting to crack again, until Hudson pulls him close, gathering him against his chest. He can hear Hudson take a shuddering breath, but it isn’t until he feels the tears that he realizes Hudson is crying too. They both speak at once, the same words spilling from their lips- they’d always been on the same wavelength.

“I’m so sorry I never looked for you.”

When they look at each other, Hudson cups his scarred cheek. That touch, warm and soft without the glove, makes Hicks feel more at home than he had anywhere else. He can hear wind in the halls of the abandoned, half-destroyed building. There was no power- Hudson had rigged a pull to slide the door open and shut. What made this place and the marine base so different for him was the man here now, breathing and crying and laughing. Alive. Even on the Sulaco, they’d had a way of knowing where the other was, or what they were going to say. Like twins, Drake had said. Some sort of ESP bullshit. They rush to speak at once, different words with the same message.

“I love you-“

“-I’m so glad you’re home.”

And Hicks is home, isn’t he? He cards his fingers through Hudson’s long, dark hair. It’s Hudson’s turn to laugh.

“Yeah, Dwayne, I love you too.”

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Trevor Steedman (aka Aliens' Private Wierzbowski /2147-2179)

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Just Pinned to Aliens: Aliens (1986). L to R: Private Wierzbowski is played by Trevor Steedman, Private Vasquez, in the red bandana, is played by Jenette Goldstein, Sergeant Apone is played by Al Matthews, Bishop, an android, is played by Lance Henriksen, Private Hudson is played by Bill Paxton, and Private Drake is played by Mark Rolston. http://ift.tt/2vRtK7G

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Aliens (1986)