Post #201

[skipstoomuch]

Fic:

Wherever We Are Now (Gabe/William)
remember when you were a madman? (Pete/Patrick, Killjoys)

This will be a regular post. Also, starting next week I will have another mod helping me out, which means hopefully the prompts will be posted each week!

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Re: 2%, non-fat, or the end of the world?

[anonymous]

Just as he tugged Brendon's sleeve, there was a loud, explosive noise and the whole ground shook, which sent the items on the shelves flying off at them. Brendon looked terrified, and Spencer felt even more terrified than that, and they both went to move out of the aisle.

Again. This time, though, the quake was much longer and much more intense. Spencer barely had time to react to the store crumbling down around them, let alone notice Brendon was no longer behind them. Next thing he knew, everything was black.

Spencer woke up, disoriented and aching everywhere - especially his head. When his vision focused, he saw the remains of the parking lot under him, the ground having lifted and broken and cars being toppled over each other. He sat up looking around for Brendon. There seemed to be clothes and people parts and he wasn't entirely sure what to do with that image. Turning and getting to his feet, he found the grocery store collapsed in on itself.

Frantic, he rushed on top of the rubble, trying to watch where he stepped, mostly to not step on a person underneath a piece of the building. He watched for skinny jeans as he pulled debris out of his path.

Eventually came across a pile of wreckage that was clearly on top of someone. He could tell because it started to move on it's own, as the person underneath began to stir. Spencer hurried over and helped, finding Brendon underneath. He let out a breath, relieved to find him alive.

Brendon had blood running down his face from a large gash on his brow. His arm was twisted in a way that made Spencer's stomach churn, and he looked absolutely pitiful. Making sure to get everything off him, Spencer sat beside him and found ways to just keep touching him.

Choking, Brendon blinked a couple of times and focused his gaze on Spencer.

"What..." he started and then trailed off, turning his head as he noticed his surroundings.

"I have no idea. How do you feel?" Spencer patted at him and examined him and couldn't think of an actual way to ask if he felt like he was internally bleeding. "Can you stand?"

"I think-" Brendon coughed, blood spattering. Spencer cringed. "I think...the Mayan's called it." He tried to laugh and Spencer couldn't even bring himself to want to smack him this time because he just sounded far too pitiful.

"Yeah," Spencer said, fighting to just watch Brendon because acknowledging the world seemed to have crumbled in some epic series of earth quakes was far to terrifying. "I guess I should've listened to you. We could've done something better for the last of the world."

Brendon smiled, and it made Spencer's chest hurt, because he looked just awful. There was a sound, loud and roaring, growing from behind him, but he was too focused on what Brendon seemed to be trying to say - on all the blood - to even notice.

"No," Brendon said, coughing again. "You-"

His sentence was cut short by the plane that fell from the sky, taking out whatever was left of that ruined little grocery store.