FAKE Triple Drabble: Shaking
Title: Shaking
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: New York is hit by an unexpected earthquake.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Tremor’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
One moment Dee and Ryo had been strolling down the street, making their way back to their car, and the next the sidewalk beneath their feet seemed to shift. Dee stumbled and Ryo reached out to steady him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, thought I felt the earth move and that usually only happens when we’re in bed.”
Ryo opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say a word, the ground seemed to buck and all they could do was cling to each other as a rumble like a runaway train filled their ears.
It seemed to go on forever, but probably only lasted a few seconds. People were screaming, car alarms were going off, bits of brickwork crumbled from the walls of nearby buildings, and a few plant pots, dislodged from window ledges, shattered on the ground, sending shards flying in every direction. Then everything went still.
“Think that was it?” Slowly Dee loosened the white-knuckle grip he had on Ryo’s sleeve.
“Maybe. We might get a few smaller aftershocks, but that was probably the main one. Had to be at least a five.” Ryo looked around himself. “Better see if anyone’s hurt.” He rubbed his arm and Dee noticed, wincing.
“Sorry about that. I was tryin’ to keep us both upright in case we had to get outta the way of fallin’ debris.”
“It’s okay. We got lucky.”
“Tell me about it.” Dee indicated several broken bricks a few feet away. “Good thing we were close to the wall.”
Phones in hand, they separated, moving among the shaken people, checking for injuries, ready to call the emergency services if necessary.
New York was seldom hit by earthquakes strong enough to be noticeable; usually there was little more that the occasional mild tremor, easily dismissed as heavy traffic or the rumble of the subway, but people had certainly noticed this one.
A couple of milder aftershocks caused further alarm, but the two detectives did their best to reassure residents.
Everywhere people were talking to neighbours they may never have met before. Nothing brought people together like a shared disaster.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: New York is hit by an unexpected earthquake.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Tremor’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
One moment Dee and Ryo had been strolling down the street, making their way back to their car, and the next the sidewalk beneath their feet seemed to shift. Dee stumbled and Ryo reached out to steady him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, thought I felt the earth move and that usually only happens when we’re in bed.”
Ryo opened his mouth to reply, but before he could say a word, the ground seemed to buck and all they could do was cling to each other as a rumble like a runaway train filled their ears.
It seemed to go on forever, but probably only lasted a few seconds. People were screaming, car alarms were going off, bits of brickwork crumbled from the walls of nearby buildings, and a few plant pots, dislodged from window ledges, shattered on the ground, sending shards flying in every direction. Then everything went still.
“Think that was it?” Slowly Dee loosened the white-knuckle grip he had on Ryo’s sleeve.
“Maybe. We might get a few smaller aftershocks, but that was probably the main one. Had to be at least a five.” Ryo looked around himself. “Better see if anyone’s hurt.” He rubbed his arm and Dee noticed, wincing.
“Sorry about that. I was tryin’ to keep us both upright in case we had to get outta the way of fallin’ debris.”
“It’s okay. We got lucky.”
“Tell me about it.” Dee indicated several broken bricks a few feet away. “Good thing we were close to the wall.”
Phones in hand, they separated, moving among the shaken people, checking for injuries, ready to call the emergency services if necessary.
New York was seldom hit by earthquakes strong enough to be noticeable; usually there was little more that the occasional mild tremor, easily dismissed as heavy traffic or the rumble of the subway, but people had certainly noticed this one.
A couple of milder aftershocks caused further alarm, but the two detectives did their best to reassure residents.
Everywhere people were talking to neighbours they may never have met before. Nothing brought people together like a shared disaster.
The End