Ummm... Hello fan fiction-y world. I have been away for a long long time. But then I saw Thor! I saw it twice. The second time I dragged the man along. I couldn't help it. I sat there going "See? He acts like you! Right down to the stupid smile!"
Anyways. My silly thoughts aside, I figured I have a walking, talking as-real-as-possible Thor living in my basement. He's delightful inspiration, and a self proclaimed big blonde oaf. And boy does he set my muses alight. Not to mention I can relate to Jane missing him and not knowing what in fresh hell is going on. We were apart for the past four months while he was on a teeeeeny island in BC surrounded by crazy people.
This is probably riddled with mis-spells and bad grammar. Gimme a break. I haven't written a story in years. I promise I'll warm up. I'm trying to make this different that most of the other Thor/Jane fics out there, but it's hard to start them differently.
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Jaegermeister and tea with a pinch of sugar.
It's what kept her sane. At least, that's what she told herself as her eyes ached in a way that spread behind them and into her sinuses as she stared at the computer screen in front of her.
The numbers in the bottom corner of the screen rolled over to 3:00 A.M. and Jane Foster convinced herself it was time for bed.
Maybe just one more try.
She keyed in the parameters and the simulation program SHIELD had provided her, sprung into action with the hum of the hard-drive next to her.
Spending months in front of a computer screen, mathematically experimenting with some virtual reality program to "safely" test the theory behind the Einstein Rosenbridge was not Jane's idea of making progress. But Nick Fury insisted, and Agent Coulson insisted, hell, even Erik insisted that it was the best way of going about things.
If they wanted the bloody Thunder God back as badly as she did (they didn't) then they would have actually coughed up the money and resources needed to make her of any use. She was convinced the math was right. She was sure that her calculations were accurate and error-free and was convinced that her theory was correct. If only she could corner Stark... he'd give her a hand, especially if he knew he wasn't supposed to. Open a potentially unstable and dangerous worm-hole in the middle of the New Mexico desert? Jane could practically hear the enthusiastic "Hell yeah!"
Unfortunately, Fury was all too familiar with Tony Stark and his disregard for any kind of regulations or sanctions. He made a point of keeping Jane and Tony as far apart as possible. They weren't allowed even allowed in the same meetings, lest Stark pick up on a few of Jane's ideas and go for it himself.
Nope. SHIELD was all about going by the book. All about paperwork, and approval, and bureaucracy. Jane hated it. They turned science and discovery into a weapon and something that should be feared. She never saw it like that. To her, science in its own way was a form of art; something to be used to create rather than destroy, and to explain rather than to disprove.
For example: massive, powerful, ancient gods exist. Science proved and explained it. The explanation was not what was widely believed by vikings thousands of years before. Instead it turned out those they thought were gods, were just a technologically advanced civilization.
Jane wasn't even looking at the computer anymore. She was sitting in her chair, leaning over the back, wondering if he was watching her, wondering if he'd find a way back before she could find a way to bring him back. It was a race in a pitiful ironic way. She didn't care though who won the race. As long as he came back... that's all that mattered.
It was hard waiting. Her focus was strong and driven at first, but lately she'd become bogged down in frustration and questions. Thor had left months ago, and there had been no indication since that he was coming back any time soon. He said he'd be back, so where the hell was he? She'd find herself becoming frustrated at him more than anyone. It didn't seem so hard back then for Asgardians to bounce back and forth between worlds. What was stopping him now?
Everytime she asked herself that question she was met with the displeasing possiblity that something awful happened to him. Maybe he was dead. Maybe he wasn't. She hated him for her own ignorance of the situation.
"It's not like he can send you a postcard, Jane." Darcy gently reminded her one day. "He's probably busy doing... stacked-thunder-god-kingy things."
Jane heaved a sigh and pushed her chair away from her desk. It was late. So late the sun would be up soon. There was barely any point in going to bed anymore. She stood up and added more jaeger to her tea. It was more booze than tea at this point, but the warm fuzzy feeling kept Jane from feeling more irritated and frazzled than she actually was. It kept her mind off him.
Slowly, groggily she climbed the stairs to the roof, recounting her days work in her mind: The parameters were right... the formulas she used were the right ones... the simulation worked in a stable way, but in its own way, that bothered her: it was easy to make something "work" in a computer. Anything could "work" in computer land. In real life though, where even the heat of the ground, or the magnetic field from beneath the earth, or the solar interference from the sun had potential to throw things off...
"Unforseeable variables." She huffed. Those were what scared her the most. She could plan to set the device up on a sunny day, with a steady breeze of five miles per hour and there were still things that could go wrong. A change in the wind could throw everything off; for the Einstein Rosenbridge to work by human creation, every last detail to the smallest particle of matter, had to be considered otherwise the link between worlds would be unstable and potentially very dangerous. She would never convince SHIELD to let her actually put something together, without actually proving she could control all of the unforseeable variables. It was like chasing an impossibly hard to reach carrot on an impossibly long stick.
"I will return."
His promise rang through her mind as she sat in her lounge chair, drinking tea in the dark, staring at the stars.
"Why are men so bad at communicating?" She asked the darkness.
Like? Let me know if it's worth my time to keep plugging along. I miss constantly writing and updating, and I have a lovely little plot in my mind.
ALSO, never eat anything bigger than your head.