Time Period: Post-"Secundus," vague future Notes: Slightly dark fic this time around -- the first thing that came to mind was a carriage accident. I got the feeling they were coming back from a long trip somewhere (maybe something to do with Victor's entomology studies?), and then crash. The title comes from the end credits song from Bolt -- what can I say, it fit. (And yes, they're rescued shortly after the fic ends.)
“Ow. . .” Victor sat up weakly, putting a hand to his head. It came back tinged with red. “Oh damn,” he mumbled, wincing and wiping it off in the snow. “That’s not good.” He looked around carefully. The carriage was tipped over on the side of the road, baggage scattered around it. One suitcase had burst open and had spilled its contents all along the small slope. One horse was standing nearby, sporting a cut on its flank – the other was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it broke loose after we hit that icy patch? Victor thought, slowly getting to his feet. So much for Dr. Carter’s non-slip wheels– And then he saw her. Lying still in a snowbank not far away. The blood froze in Victor’s veins. No. Oh no no no no, he thought, ignoring the wound in his head as he desperately scrambled over the drifts to her. I can’t – she can’t be – Oh God, don’t do this to me. You know what’ll happen if she dies, especially like this– Her eyes opened as he leaned over her. “Argh. . .I thought these – Victor!” She sat up and grabbed his head. “Damn it, you’re bleeding! What happened?” “I think you know as much as I do,” Victor said, smiling in relief as he felt her over for injuries. She didn’t seem to have any broken bones, thank God. “The road was icy, the carriage went out of control--” He pointed back at the overturned vehicle. “And now, here we are.” “Ugh, you’d think – stop poking me, I’m just bruised,” Alice told him, frowning. “The snow must have cushioned my fall. It’s your head that I’m worried about. I know forehead wounds bleed like the dickens without being serious, but still. . .follow my finger, let’s make sure your brains aren’t scrambled any further.” “I think it’s just a cut,” Victor said, though he did as she asked. “We should have bandages somewhere in our baggage. And hopefully we can use the horse to get back to civilization.” He abruptly hugged her tightly. “I’m just glad you’re all right. When I saw you lying there. . . .” Alice hugged him back, then kissed his (non-bloody) temple. “Victor, it would take a lot more than a carriage accident to separate me from you.”
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icy roads: I Thought I’d Lost You
Date: 2012-03-09 02:59 am (UTC)Notes: Slightly dark fic this time around -- the first thing that came to mind was a carriage accident. I got the feeling they were coming back from a long trip somewhere (maybe something to do with Victor's entomology studies?), and then crash. The title comes from the end credits song from Bolt -- what can I say, it fit. (And yes, they're rescued shortly after the fic ends.)
“Ow. . .”
Victor sat up weakly, putting a hand to his head. It came back tinged with red. “Oh damn,” he mumbled, wincing and wiping it off in the snow. “That’s not good.”
He looked around carefully. The carriage was tipped over on the side of the road, baggage scattered around it. One suitcase had burst open and had spilled its contents all along the small slope. One horse was standing nearby, sporting a cut on its flank – the other was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it broke loose after we hit that icy patch? Victor thought, slowly getting to his feet. So much for Dr. Carter’s non-slip wheels–
And then he saw her. Lying still in a snowbank not far away.
The blood froze in Victor’s veins. No. Oh no no no no, he thought, ignoring the wound in his head as he desperately scrambled over the drifts to her. I can’t – she can’t be – Oh God, don’t do this to me. You know what’ll happen if she dies, especially like this–
Her eyes opened as he leaned over her. “Argh. . .I thought these – Victor!”
She sat up and grabbed his head. “Damn it, you’re bleeding! What happened?”
“I think you know as much as I do,” Victor said, smiling in relief as he felt her over for injuries. She didn’t seem to have any broken bones, thank God. “The road was icy, the carriage went out of control--” He pointed back at the overturned vehicle. “And now, here we are.”
“Ugh, you’d think – stop poking me, I’m just bruised,” Alice told him, frowning. “The snow must have cushioned my fall. It’s your head that I’m worried about. I know forehead wounds bleed like the dickens without being serious, but still. . .follow my finger, let’s make sure your brains aren’t scrambled any further.”
“I think it’s just a cut,” Victor said, though he did as she asked. “We should have bandages somewhere in our baggage. And hopefully we can use the horse to get back to civilization.” He abruptly hugged her tightly. “I’m just glad you’re all right. When I saw you lying there. . . .”
Alice hugged him back, then kissed his (non-bloody) temple. “Victor, it would take a lot more than a carriage accident to separate me from you.”