When the ocean meets fire

~~~~~~~~~~~~Uncertainty~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi y'all!

Okay, this is Up's part of the first set of chapters where they're apart from each other. It's shorter than other chapters because it's only half of what I'd normally put as Taz and Up's POV together, but I'm going to put their POV when they're apart as seperate chapters to add to the feeling of them being seperated... if that makes sense

Just to clarify, when it says 'another eight months' it means that Taz'd only had four months without training thereabouts when she went on the mission, so if she'd stayed it would've been increased to a year, which means she would've had to spend another eight months to amount to the year- OK?

Thank you so much for reading

ThoseSunsetEyes

Xx

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It had been the right thing to do. He couldn’t let him intervene with what Taz deserved to be doing; what she loved to do.

But she’d said she loved him

No! Taz needed to be on missions- she couldn’t be dragged down by him. Up couldn’t let their feelings get in the way of their job; he’d told her, and many other rangers, that before. It was just…

It was the most difficult thing he’d ever done to let her go. As he’d watched her slowly getting smaller as the starship took off from the dock, he felt his confidence shrinking already. She’d always been his rock, she’d always been the one he knew would understand him, she’d always been his reason for fighting; his reason for living.

But she was gone. He wasn’t going to see her for a whole year, and he’d read the mission brief: it involved several planets and creatures. What if she got stuck on one of the planets? What if she met someone else who loved her (though Up noted that NO ONE could ever love Taz as much as he did)? What if...

What if she got hurt?

Instantly Up felt panic set in when the thought crossed his mind. He was so adamant that he’d made the right decision sending her on the mission, so then why did he feel like his treasured heart had been ripped out and shot with a zapper? Up tried to fight both sides of the civil war that was happening between his mind and his heart, but it was exhausting.  He screwed up his eyes in frustration, but didn’t take it out on anything around him like he would’ve done, even five hours ago.

When she was still with him.

Like he said- he’d felt his confidence being drained away as Taz had disappeared from sight. He knew that he couldn’t have let her stay; she would’ve gone insane if she’d been forced to stay in the base for another eight months, and though she probably wouldn’t show it, he knew that Taz would’ve blamed him for it. And he couldn’t ruin what they had by being so selfish as to ask her to stay.

What they had. What did they have? Up’s thoughts flickered to the kiss just five hours ago, and his ripped-out heart momentarily warmed. They were perfect for each other, and they’d been best friends for years because of that. Up just prayed to the long-dead-god that she’d still feel the same when she came back.

If she came back.

Dead-god damn it, Up! He tried not to let his depressing thoughts come back, but it was so hard when Taz wasn’t around. He felt a painful pull on his heartstrings but tried weakly to ignore it. Again the fight started between his heart and head, battling endlessly, and it was wearing for Up. He already missed her so much, but he’d made the right decision putting her on that ship.

Had he?