Challenge 23 - After the Fire
Title: After the Fire
Team: LONGCOATS, HO!
Word Count: 450
Characters: AU!Cain, Glitch, Raw, DG, Hank and two OCs who aren't mine [aka band!fic]
Challenge: 23 PROJECT
Note: The fire can be found HERE... but, thanks to Steve, the whole project is in stages of rewrite. Long story short: ROCK BAND, Cain/DG and Steve's Moby Dick. Or is it my Moby Dick?
Wyatt stepped into the center of the burned-out room and reached up to grasp one of the charred timbers. He watched as Raoul and Ambrose moved what was left of the drum set off the stage and smiled as he oldest friend tapped the cymbal with his knuckle.
"Still good," Raoul grinned, glad to have one less thing to replace. A crash from above caused all of them to look up toward the control booth and they heard Conor groan. The fire seemed to have been contained to the lower level, but the heat wasn’t too kind to the wires.
Wyatt turned at the sound of voices and saw DG, Hank and Margaret coming in from outside. DG stopped in the doorway and stared off, trying not to see the destruction. As Hank passed him, headed for the office to see what damage had been done, Wyatt nodded. "Be careful," he warned Margaret as she moved around the bar.
DG stepped beside Wyatt and let her eyes sweep the room. "It's gonna be okay," Wyatt said quietly. "A little paint, a lamp... new carpet," he added with a grin. DG let a smile slip and leaned against him.
"Yeah, right..."
"Looks like the fire went straight through to the door," Hank announced, returning to the main room and waving behind him. DG looked down to her wrapped hands and sighed. Why had she tried to get inside? How much damage was done because she'd opened the door? Wyatt could practically see the wheels turning and he let go of the beam and pulled her into a hug.
"It wasn't your fault," he assured her. They all knew the fire started next door, and the second the flames hit Chester’s storeroom, the alcohol exploded and took the shared wall with it.
Conor came down the steps with a crate of things he'd been able to salvage and set it down at the edge of the stage, next to the pile Raoul and Ambrose were making. Margaret moved away from the bar with a disgusted look on her face - the smell coming from the storeroom was awful - and planted her hands on her hips.
"So, what's the plan?" she shrugged. "There is a plan, right?" DG shook her head and stared at the floor.
"We rebuild," Wyatt announced. Everyone looked at him, but only Hank wasn't surprised.
"That's what insurance is for," Hank nodded.
Wyatt looked down to DG. "You aren't gonna let a little fire bring you down?" DG pulled back, looking like he’d just taken a kick to the head. "This is our home, too," he nodded to the others, "and I'm not letting the Zone go without a fight."
Team: LONGCOATS, HO!
Word Count: 450
Characters: AU!Cain, Glitch, Raw, DG, Hank and two OCs who aren't mine [aka band!fic]
Challenge: 23 PROJECT
Note: The fire can be found HERE... but, thanks to Steve, the whole project is in stages of rewrite. Long story short: ROCK BAND, Cain/DG and Steve's Moby Dick. Or is it my Moby Dick?
Wyatt stepped into the center of the burned-out room and reached up to grasp one of the charred timbers. He watched as Raoul and Ambrose moved what was left of the drum set off the stage and smiled as he oldest friend tapped the cymbal with his knuckle.
"Still good," Raoul grinned, glad to have one less thing to replace. A crash from above caused all of them to look up toward the control booth and they heard Conor groan. The fire seemed to have been contained to the lower level, but the heat wasn’t too kind to the wires.
Wyatt turned at the sound of voices and saw DG, Hank and Margaret coming in from outside. DG stopped in the doorway and stared off, trying not to see the destruction. As Hank passed him, headed for the office to see what damage had been done, Wyatt nodded. "Be careful," he warned Margaret as she moved around the bar.
DG stepped beside Wyatt and let her eyes sweep the room. "It's gonna be okay," Wyatt said quietly. "A little paint, a lamp... new carpet," he added with a grin. DG let a smile slip and leaned against him.
"Yeah, right..."
"Looks like the fire went straight through to the door," Hank announced, returning to the main room and waving behind him. DG looked down to her wrapped hands and sighed. Why had she tried to get inside? How much damage was done because she'd opened the door? Wyatt could practically see the wheels turning and he let go of the beam and pulled her into a hug.
"It wasn't your fault," he assured her. They all knew the fire started next door, and the second the flames hit Chester’s storeroom, the alcohol exploded and took the shared wall with it.
Conor came down the steps with a crate of things he'd been able to salvage and set it down at the edge of the stage, next to the pile Raoul and Ambrose were making. Margaret moved away from the bar with a disgusted look on her face - the smell coming from the storeroom was awful - and planted her hands on her hips.
"So, what's the plan?" she shrugged. "There is a plan, right?" DG shook her head and stared at the floor.
"We rebuild," Wyatt announced. Everyone looked at him, but only Hank wasn't surprised.
"That's what insurance is for," Hank nodded.
Wyatt looked down to DG. "You aren't gonna let a little fire bring you down?" DG pulled back, looking like he’d just taken a kick to the head. "This is our home, too," he nodded to the others, "and I'm not letting the Zone go without a fight."